It's all over.

The contract was terminated and divorced, and the relationship between her and Song Qiancheng finally came to an end.

When his roar came down, Wen Lishu cried uncontrollably.

She hurts right now, and her heart hurts.

Song Qiancheng had already walked to the balcony, and soon the smell of smoke wafted in.

Wen Lishu stood up from the sofa in embarrassment, and her white skirt had already been dyed with deep and light colors, some were blood red, and some were wine red.

She covered her mouth, not wanting Song Qiancheng to know that she was crying.

Skirting the couch, she bent down to pick up the termination letter and left crying.

On the way to the door, Wen Lishu's tears never stopped, and there was a fluttering feeling under his feet.

Her heart was full of sourness, and Wen Lishu wiped her tears desperately, trying to find a place where no one could make her cry to her heart's content.

In this foreign country, except for the hotel room, there is no place for her to cry wantonly, so Wen Lishu can only endure the pain between her legs, and flee in a hurry, hoping to return to the room as soon as possible.

When she came to the door, she opened the door, but there was an unexpected man standing outside the door.

Wen Lishu walked out vigorously, and almost collided with the person in front of the door, thanks to her sudden stopping, she was saved from hugging the person.

She instinctively stepped back a little, and the man tacitly made the same backward move.

After standing firmly, Wen Lishu looked up and pinched the Chinese piece of his hand to the tightest.

She only felt that God was joking with her, and it was a big joke.

The person in front of her turned out to be Jiang Dongheng, who she didn't want to see the most, and if it was in front of Song Qiancheng.

Wen Lishu wrung her eyebrows, she was a few angels ago, just to prevent Song Qiancheng from discovering her relationship with Jiang Dongheng, but paper couldn't contain the fire, and the fuse of this time bomb was finally ignited.

Jiang Dongheng came over this time to find Song Qiancheng.

He stood in the center of the doorway in casual clothes, with one hand in his pocket and the other arm knocking on the door, with a rather casual posture.

Unexpectedly, the door he knocked on was suddenly pulled open after only one knock, and the person who came out had to be a woman, he was suddenly startled, and even his body hesitated for a moment, and his steps retreated.

But after the two of them distanced themselves, he looked at it and found that it was Wen Lishu, and his surprised expression was even more exaggerated when he was startled just now.

He looked at her from head to toe condescendingly, and the crying face made him feel distressed, and the most shocking thing was the white dress she was wearing, which caused a piece of color.

To the naked eye, the darker ones are stained with wine, while the redder ones are blood.

Seeing this, he panicked, grabbed her arm in a hurry, and asked, "Why are you bleeding?"

Wen Lishu was thin-skinned and difficult to speak, and in addition, the relationship between the three of them was special, so she had no shame to stay here anymore, she pushed Jiang Dongheng's hand away irritably, passed him sideways, and continued to leave.

Jiang Dongheng looked worried, and instinctively wanted to catch up, but before turning around, his eyes inadvertently fell on Song Qiancheng on the balcony.

He glanced at Song Qiancheng's back, and then turned his head to look at Wen Lishu in the aisle, and remembered in time that the pair of familiar women's shoes that appeared in Song Qiancheng's room that day, there was a terrible voice in his heart, this Song Qiancheng and Wen Lishu can't really be husband and wife, right?