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"Mu Jinghuan, let's get a divorce."

On the street in the rainstorm, Xihe stood alone next to the bus stop, the heavy rain drenched her like a chicken in soup, she grabbed the fingers of the mobile phone, the bones and joints were faintly white, but she calmly said to the end of the mobile phone.

Just now, a dark blue Lamborghini shook in front of her very quickly, and the man with noble eyebrows in the driver's seat she was very familiar with, it was her husband Mu Jinghuan, and although she couldn't see the woman in the passenger seat clearly, she also knew that it was no longer the one who had an affair with him in the newspaper she had just read.

As if she had a dream and then woke up, she suddenly realized that no matter how hard she tried, he would not fall in love with her. Instead of letting yourself be trapped in it until you can't extricate yourself, it's better to just get out of it.

After speaking, without waiting for anything to be said, she hung up the phone decisively.

In the other hand, he was still holding two tickets to the opera, which was also wet. Today is their wedding anniversary, and He Yue specially found a relationship to help her buy two of them.

But there was no moment more like this made her feel like a joke.

She stupidly stood at the door of the opera house with the ticket and waited for him, but when he came, he took another woman's hand and walked into the opera house, and then walked out sweetly.

When her phone rang, she hesitated and pressed it off.

Then an MMS message was sent to her mobile phone, which was also Mu Jinghuan's number.

clicked on the attached picture, and at that moment, Xihe's pupils constricted, and her lip flap was almost bitten by her.

Inside is a picture of Mu Jinghuan and a woman ambiguously entangled.

There is also a line of information attached below - count your acquaintance and take the initiative to divorce! Hurry up and get out of Jinghuan!

Xihe wanted to cry, but she only felt that her eyes were dry and astringent, and after a long time, she took a deep breath, and when she passed a garbage can, she threw her phone into it without hesitation.

"Miss wants a ride?" Not far away, a black private car that had been quietly following suddenly drove over.

This area is already outside the Fourth Ring Road, and there are not many taxis willing to carry people on rainy days.

Nozomi and Mu Ne nodded, opened the door and got into the car.

"Golden Lake Villa."

The driver was not a man of many words, and both of them were silent all the way.

Xihe's head leaned on the chair, watching the night scene outside the window flash in the rain curtain, and suddenly thought of the scene when she and Mu Jinghuan met for the first time.

At that time, she stood on the podium of the school and received the certificate and scholarship from him personally.

If she hadn't met him who was already a young entrepreneur at that time, would her life be different now?

"Miss, the Golden Lake Villa has arrived."

The driver's calm voice interrupted her thoughts.

"How much?" Nozomi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and took out her wallet from *'s purse.

The driver paused, and his tone was a little hesitant: "Twenty ......?" ”

Twenty?

It's almost half an hour's drive from the opera house to here, and twenty yuan is not enough for gas. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the cushion that was wet with his own body of moisture, Xihe felt a little guilty, took out a hundred and handed it to the driver: "No need to look for it." ”

She opened the door and went straight out of the car.

[This is the modified ultimate version.,Sorry guys.,This will be the final version.]