Breathing softly, a sharp pain in his chest felt like a sharp knife piercing him.

Luo Xuan's eyes were blood-red, transparent tears slipped silently down his cheeks, and his body was delicate, trembling and trembling.

The scissors, glittering with a dazzling light, are held tightly in the right hand.

At his feet, the black hair is bewitching, and the ground is spread all over the ground.

"Vented?"

The indifferent black eyes, staring at her, in a light tone, seemed to ask a noisy child, with tolerance and indifference.

Yuchen, her husband who has been married for a year, always has the attitude of a stranger.

She was pregnant in October, and the child she gave birth to was not related to her, so she pulled the child's mother and asked him for answers.

He never hesitated and told her honestly: "Yes, the child is not your blood." ”

At that moment, Luo Xuan clearly heard the sound of his heart being mashed.

Went crazy and left, went crazy to find a lawyer, went crazy...... Cut off waist-length hair.

And now, she was embarrassed, and he was well-dressed.

She tried to pull away a smile, and she knew that it was more ugly than crying.

"Yuchen, what are we?" The throat was frosted paper, making a hoarse tone, broken and painful.

With his hands together, Yuchen touched the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand and was silent.

"You don't love me, but you marry me, the child is not mine, but I gave birth to it......" The strength of a lifetime is exhausted, and it really hurts.

Yuchen's eyes are dark and dark, so that people can't understand them.

The thin lips were lightly lifted, and the consistent words were like gold: "Child, it will be yours." ”

Luo Xuan lost his mind and threw the scissors in his hand at him, but he didn't avoid it, and hit him in the chest.

Something, it seems, broke out of the cocoon.

"Yuchen, I'm your wife, but you asked me to raise the seeds of women outside for you, in your eyes, am I so cheap, I love you, so I deserve to be trampled under your feet and trampled hard? You're still not human! ”

Tears, wet all over the face again.

Heartache to numbness.

Yuchen frowned, revealing a little impatient amazement: "It's not enough to make trouble for a day." ”

Trouble?

In his eyes, her heartache and her humiliation were just a nonsense.

Luo Xuan was silent, brewing the calm before the storm.

Yuchen walked over and grabbed her shoulder, "You're tired today, go upstairs and rest early." ”

The next second, she reached out and pushed him away.

"Yuchen, let's get a divorce." The voice was soft, and a gust of wind blew away the weakness.

The picturesque and delicate man, the edge of his warm eyebrows and eyes suddenly appeared, and his five fingers tightened.

The black pupils reflected her pale face, and Yuchen's tone was cold and piercing: "Don't think! ”

He said: "Luo Xuan, you can be angry as much as you want, with me, no one can let you suffer half a sentence of accusation, half of the grievance, I will allow you to be lawless." can be divorced, don't think about it in this life! ”

Rare domineering, for whom.

She was not allowed to speak, and the mobile phone rang suddenly.

Yuchen cut off, the other party persevered, and the call rang like a life.

"Hey." He picked it up, and the old man said a word, and his handsome face gradually tightened.

Luo Xuan sneered, took a step ahead of him, and went upstairs.

It seemed like a short time, and it seemed like a long time had passed, when she heard a heavy closing of the door downstairs.

Her limbs couldn't help but shrink tighter, and she thought: That sick child is not only a piece of meat in the old man's heart, but also his ......

The sky was bright, and Yuchen did not return all night.

Luo Xuan's tears dried up, and he took out a divorce agreement from a brown paper bag.

The tip of the pen trembled, stroke by stroke, crookedly.

Sign it and the carbon pen falls to the ground.

Dragging her suitcase and walking out of the mansion that carried her love, her marriage, and her man's mansion, Luo Xuan knew that she would no longer be complete in the future.

The heart is left here.

——A newcomer, a new work for support......