Bo Siyan looked at her, her face covered with frost, gritting her teeth, "Qin Songyao."
Qin Songyao raised his neck and looked at him.
"Don't regret it." The four words that are extremely cold.
"It's my business that I don't regret later. Just don't be late."
After a brief silence.
The man didn't look at her again and opened the door of the room.
The hurried footsteps were particularly clear in the villa at night.
Qin Songyao stood by the door, letting the coolness invade his body, unable to say a word.
The door of the room opposite opened, Qin Chengyi slowly walked out, and in silence, he looked downstairs with a worried expression, "Yaoyao, what's going on, have you quarreled?"
Bo Siyan left overnight and could not hide it from the old man at all.
Qin Songyao couldn't leave and sat in the room all night.
At around five o'clock in the morning, the housekeeper left, and she went out and asked the housekeeper to bring a message to the old man.
"If something happens in the Bo family's house, I have to go back and prepare first."
The butler responded with a respectful response.
Qin Songyao walked out of the old house, but no car was sent to her. She knew that the old man intended to hit her. She didn't care about hardship, just keep the old man for the time being.
Walking down the rambling road, she walked for more than an hour before she got a taxi.
It was time for her to make an appointment to get a divorce at 10 o'clock.
He hurriedly returned to Zhen Wenrou's apartment, and Zhen Wenrou was shocked when she saw her face.
Qin Songyao washed his face, made himself more energetic, and said, "I'm fine, I'll get divorced later."
Zhen Wenrou was stunned, but she didn't expect that she had really reached this point.
No one knew better than her, how obsessed Qin Songyao was with Bo Siyan.
Before marrying into the Bo family, she took Qin Chen to live a difficult life in the Qin family. She was either bullied by her third uncle's sister or mean by her aunt, but she could still live like the sun.
After entering Bo's house, he complained about the whole quail, but in fact he didn't want to cause trouble for Bo Siyan, worried that he would hate her.
Every time she had to ask him for something, she could blame herself and hate herself first.
After a few years of trouble, I still got divorced.
She sighed and quietly closed the door of the room.
Qin Songyao sat back at the dressing table, opened the drawer, but saw the fancy little diary.
She felt a little depressed and she opened a few pages.
——He didn't go home today, probably because he didn't want to see me.
——Hey, it’s a pity that I have never been in a relationship, so I don’t know how to make him like me.
——He has a birthday today, but he doesn’t seem happy.
——His stepmother is very bad, and I don’t know if he will be plotted against when he goes to Hong Kong City.
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Stories, from the beginning of marriage, until a year ago.
A year ago, he frequently contacted Jiang Wan, and she couldn't deceive herself anymore.
He always said that she threatened him for divorce. In fact, the previous divorce was sincere.
He doesn't love her, so how could she bear to tie him up?
However, if you file for divorce every time, as long as there is a little news, something will happen to Qin Chen.
She gradually realized that she could not afford to divorce her.
He cannot divorce and is subject to the Qin family, so every time the old man wants to order something, it is the most embarrassing moment in front of him.
She knew that he looked down on her stupidity, felt that she was obsessed with greed, and even more unbelievable that she liked him.
So for three years, they have tortured each other.
She opened the drawer, took out the wedding ring from the tightly wrapped handkerchief.
The shining diamonds are beautiful.
It was when he wore it on her hands with a cold face at the wedding. She has always been very precious and only worn on formal occasions.
While stunned, she was stunned to put her hands on her again, and suddenly, a ringtone rang.
My hand shook, the ring slid down, and I could only hear the sound of jingling falling to the ground, and I couldn't find it after bowing my head.
The ringtone also came to an abrupt end.
She looked up in a daze and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
It was probably because of a mistake, but by chance, she buried her last contact with Bo Siyan.
She didn't go to look for it, put on makeup, put on her skirt, and borrowed a pair of nude high heels from Zhen Wenrou.
When she walked out the door, she tried to straighten her back as much as possible. When she lowered her head, she couldn't help but look like Bo Siyan for the first time. No matter what Bo Siyan was later, she always had a good impression of him in her heart. She was gentle.
He opened his mouth and murmured: "Happy divorce."