Song Qiancheng was angry, and Wen Lishu was also indignant.

She realized that she had woken up too late.

Lu Jiaqian was right at that time, he is not the only man in the world, why should he love so humblely?

Thinking about the past two years, she did nothing to help him, but in the end, she only got him in exchange for such a waste.

If so, she doesn't want it.

She raised her hand and pointed at him, and jumped up in annoyance: "I'm really crazy to marry you without dignity, and now I have to put up with you to mess with flowers and grass, since the perfume of those women outside smells so good, then you go wherever you like, anyway, don't disgust me." ”

Wen Lishu glared at him, turned around and went back to the room.

Song Qiancheng was furious, and then squirted: "You and her-numb are having nerves." ”

Wen Lishu heard this, and even more anger was about to erupt.

She stopped leaving, turned around suddenly, and said angrily: "I'm such a neurotic person, I can't stand it, so I hurry up and get a divorce, and then I will fly with your little three, four, and five." ”

Wen Lishu said all the suffocating fire in her heart today in one breath.

Song Qiancheng's face was very heavy, and he stepped over with long legs, and only took two steps before coming to her.

With a tense face, he grabbed her arm, and then pulled her to the side, and she was easily controlled by him like a string-pulling doll.

Song Qiancheng threw her to the wall, and then pressed her shoulders and pressed her firmly against the wall.

His deep eyes stared at her, even in a drunken haze, he could still reveal that sharp edge, reaching her eyes and burning her heart.

Gradually, a sneer overflowed his face, and the smile was full of sarcasm.

After that, his slender fingers picked up her chin and said bluntly: "Don't be so up-to-date, it's okay, I don't really want to marry you, it's better to play with you." ”

Song Qiancheng finally said what was in his heart.

How many times has she been heartbroken by Song Qiancheng, she has reluctantly comforted herself, saying that Song Qiancheng still loves her more or less.

But at this moment, that self-deceptive lie could no longer be sustained.

Wen Lishu pushed Song Qiancheng hard, and he was drunk and was pushed away by her at once.

She twisted her eyebrows and said strongly: "If you don't mean it, don't waste my time, I'll go back to the house now to draft a divorce agreement, and I'll deliver it to you on time tomorrow." ”

Wen Lishu turned his body around and continued to walk back to the room.

Song Qiancheng stood in place, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and scolded in a low voice behind her: "Menopause has occurred!"

Wen Lishu didn't look back, and took his words, just moving forward.

After Song Qiancheng finished scolding, he also walked up.

Although Wen Lishu didn't look back, she could still sense that Song Qiancheng was walking behind her not far away.

Judging by his posture, he wanted to go back to the room with her.

Wen Lishu was tired, and he didn't want to go back to the room, and there were repeated quarrels.

Again and again, they reconciled after arguing, and returned to the original point after reconciliation.

Her heart was already cold, and the thought of divorce was so strong that she ran violently and ran back to the door as fast as she could.

After brushing the door and entering, Wen Lishu directly locked the door.

She doesn't want to quarrel anymore, she doesn't want to reconcile, and she doesn't want to see Song Qiancheng, her mind is only divorce now.