It's like staying in hell for more than an hour, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as heartbreaking.

Wen Lishu went from fierce resistance at the beginning to a grievance.

When everything was calm, she collapsed on the cold ground, tears so dry that she couldn't get out.

And Song Qiancheng didn't have any pity for her, and reached out to pinch her cheek and warn.

"Wen Lishu, you'd better be obedient and be your Mrs. Song, if you dare to have a relationship with Wei Ting first, I'm afraid you won't survive the day when you give it away. ”

……

No matter how hard life is, you have to live it.

Wen Lishu had a sad night last night, but it didn't help, her marriage relationship with Song Qiancheng was still there, and she couldn't get rid of it at all.

At first, she was thinking about selling the stock and buying the Wen family's villa back, and then sued Song Qiancheng for divorce, but she gradually found that this road would not work.

The marriage between them must be stopped by Song Qiancheng to end, otherwise, he will pester her for the rest of his life.

She was really tired, Wen Lishu didn't bother to think about it, and after waking up, she dragged her tired body from the small bed in the worker's room, found her suitcase, and prepared the trip to Bali Island one by one.

Sister Yang originally booked a ticket for her on Monday, but she really didn't want to look at Song Qiancheng more, and she had to hide from Song Qiancheng to go there to do something, so she went out of the house early in the morning with her luggage.

At six o'clock in the morning, it was already dawn, but the community was quiet, and the box in his hand slid on the community road, making the sound of wheels turning.

After leaving the community, the streets are also clear and cold.

Her head was still drowsy, and she pushed the box along the street.

Soon after, she found out that a breakfast shop was open.

Wen Lishu walked in with her luggage, stood in front of the ordering table, and looked at the food full of dishes, but she couldn't raise her appetite at all, and finally just ordered a soy milk.

She took the soy milk and sat down at the dining table near the window.

She was the only guest in the restaurant, and it was exceptionally quiet.

She took a sip of soy milk, the warm liquid flowing down her throat and her stomach feeling comforted.

The position where he sits, on the left hand side is a large glass, which can be seen outside the street scene, Wen Lishu holds his chin, smells the aroma of soy milk, and looks at the street scene blankly.

Such a quiet atmosphere makes people the most prone to sadness.

She looked at the empty streets, the green trees, and the speeding cars, and her thoughts drifted away.

Thinking of her and Song Qiancheng's past, all the sweet memories no longer make her feel sweet after experiencing last night's incident.

In contemplation, a figure suddenly caught in the corner of his eye, and Wen Lishu suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked at the direction of the person.

Wen Lishu looked back and saw that there was already a man standing on the edge of her table, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly after she saw the other party's face clearly.

The man held the tray in his hand and said leisurely: "Miss Wen, we meet again!"

It was Jiang Dongheng, who was still wearing the white suit he had seen on the yacht yesterday, and it was guessed that he had just returned from the dock.

Looking at her, Wen Lishu's palms oozed some sweat, and from the tone of his voice, it could be seen that Jiang Dongheng had already recognized her, and she knew that there was no way to avoid it, so she could only pretend to be calm and replied: "Mr. Jiang is early." ”

"Morning!" Jiang Dongheng responded, and then raised his chin to the side, "Can I sit across from you?"