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The man in the suit, who was concentrating on picking up things, was shaken by the bright light, and before he could take a second look, the light was gone.

He Zhengxiao closed the box and got up slowly, the night under his eyes surging almost inscrutablely.

Back at the manor, Uncle Zhong waited outside the door and opened the car door for them.

The cold wind whistled into the carriage, Qiao Wei tightened his coat with a cold breath, and reacted sluggishly for a while before taking it away. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he suddenly saw He Zhengxiao unhurriedly rolling up the cuffs of his shirt twice, and with his movements, the pure cold color of the tanzanite on the cufflinks flashed.

He Zhengxiao bent down with his back to the carriage and patted his long finger on his left shoulder.

Qiao Weihuan was stunned for a moment, and then climbed onto his back without saying a word.

He Zhengxiao's wheat-colored forearm crossed the crook of her leg and steadily opened her long leg.

Silently entered the courtyard all the way, halfway Qiao Weihuan slid down, He Zhengxiao's arm was slightly forced, and the person was stably placed on his back.

The night breeze of early winter in Manchester slipped silently, sending He Zhengxiao's smooth and deep voice.

"Charlotte will be leaving the UK soon."

…… Is this a final confession to her?

Qiao Weihuan put most of his face on He Zhengxiao's back and moved his lips, "If I say that I want Charlotte to go to prison, what will you do?" ”

I hadn't heard an answer for a long time, only the sound of two people's light breathing, one light and one shallow, could be heard clearly in the dark night.

Qiao Weihuan turned his head, looked at his resolute jaw, and his thin angular lips, and said calmly: "I'm afraid that she will let me lose my second child." ”

He Zhengxiao's lips moved, and the night at the bottom of his eyes was gloomy and silent, as if the great wind and waves could not shake it, "We don't need children for the time being." ”

For a woman who has lost a child, it is a very fatal blow to never be able to get pregnant again, He Zhengxiao has never revealed a single star, so Qiao Weihuan doesn't know the real meaning of his words - for them, it really doesn't matter if they have a child by blood or not.

Qiao Weihuan retracted her gaze, and her soft voice was blown into thin pieces by the night wind, "Okay, I know you can't kill Charlotte, you are a Ming monarch and not a tyrant, you have to take care of the overall situation, you have Britain in your heart, and you have Demville ......"

The cold fingers followed He Zhengxiao's tight chest, inch by inch, and stayed at the position of his heart, "I can't force you too much." ”

It suddenly occurred to her that the first time he carried her, he came out of the sea and died, and the second time he was on the mountain. On those two occasions, as long as you raise your eyes, you can see the magnificent sea and sky, and the rolling majestic mountains.

And yet now......

Qiao Weihuan put his chin on his shoulder, and in the mist-filled vision, he could only see the long reddish-brown staircase, a long road with no end.

He Zhengxiao kicked open the door with his long legs, strode in, put her on the bed, and took off her coat and shoes.

Feeling the hem of the sweater being lifted and the bony fingers inadvertently touching her stomach, she couldn't help but roll over, "I'll do it myself." ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, took her hand with his big hand, and pulled her sweater without saying anything.

Qiao Weihuan tensed her calves for a moment, and her whole body stiffened and did not move.

He Zhengxiao's eyebrows twitched slightly, gently pulled down her sweater, supported the edge of the bed with his palms, and leaned over slowly.

His forehead touched hers, scraped the tip of her nose with a straight nose, and said in a low voice: "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan sweated, and was blown cold by the wind, her limbs seemed to be frozen hard, the blood vessels under her skin no longer flowed, and they were slowly forming icicles, and if she moved again, she would begin to break into lumps from her body.

So she didn't even respond, just closed her eyes tightly, just resisted silently, just like when she retched that day.

He Zhengxiao pulled the quilt and covered her, tucked the corners of the quilt, and his heavy eyes stayed on her pale face for a moment, and then turned around and left the bedroom.

At one o'clock in the morning, Uncle Zhong knocked on the door of the study and brought hot tea in.

He Zhengxiao sat in the chair heavily, his eyes not raised. When Uncle Zhong left, he took out a small box containing the diamond ring from his pocket, pinched the corner and turned it gently.

There was an unbearable itch in his chest, He Zhengxiao forcefully suppressed the desire to cough, and under the sharp short hair, the undercurrent between his eyebrows gradually subsided.

When the day dawned, God mercifully lifted the clouds and mist, and closed them uncertainly, scattering a handful of fine snowflakes.

He Zheng elegantly buttoned his coat, pulled the doorknob with his long fingers, and pushed the bedroom door open.

The woman on the bed slept soundly, and her open eyebrows were not half wrinkled.

He Zhengxiao walked silently to the window and tightened the heavy curtains.

Downstairs, Uncle Zhong stretched out a big black umbrella to cover the white of the dense falling for He Zhengxiao, who was walking out slowly. He opened the car door and waited for He Zhengxiao to get into the car before getting into the driver's seat.

Returning to the quiet bedroom, Qiao Weihuan shook her eyelashes, slowly opened her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes that had not slept all night was full of thin bloodshots.

Qiao Weihuan sat up from the bed, turned around and lifted the corner of the curtain to look out, the car was about to drive out of the manor. She lowered the curtains, stepped on her slippers and went to the bathroom to wash her face, and when she came out, she changed her clothes and went to the study.

Pulling open the first drawer of the table, taking out a paper document from it and stuffing it into his bag, Qiao Weihuan turned around and went downstairs.

The servant saw that she was neatly dressed, as if she was about to go out, and bent down and asked, "Madame, do you want breakfast?" ”

Qiao Weihuan wrapped her scarf around and said in a hoarse voice, "No." ”

She got into the car and called Fang Shuyu: "You go to the hospital, there is something serious for you to do." ”

Over there, Fang Shuyu yawned, shocked by her resolute tone, quickly chased away the sleepy insects, grabbed his clothes and put them on, and went out. The hotel where she was staying was not far from the hospital, so she hurried over and saw a car parked outside, Fang Shuyu went over and knocked on the window.

Qiao Weihuan lowered the window down the gap in the road, "Get in the car." ”

After Fang Shuyu came up, Qiao Weihuan directly threw the bag over, "You can put the things inside first, and find a place to put them yourself." ”

Fang Shuyu took out the things in the bag in a daze, she didn't speak English well, but she still knew one or two of the above words, and vaguely understood what it was, and immediately opened her mouth with round eyes: "Old, boss, this is-"

Qiao Weihuan raised his hand on the steering wheel and said calmly, "My marriage certificate." ”

"Marriage Certificate?" Fang Shuyu realized the seriousness of the problem, pulled her chin back, and asked seriously: "Boss, do you want to?" ”

"In the past few days, you have to think of a way to avoid everyone to inquire and see if you can ......"

Qiao Weihuan tightened her fingers, and her dark gaze brushed over the thin piece of paper in Fang Shuyu's hand and fell on the snow white that kept falling outside the car window. The little bit of coldness seemed to pass through the car window and stumble into the ravine of the heart.

She opened her eyes wide and said slowly, dryly, "Unilateral divorce." ”

At the other end, Uncle Zhong parked his car outside a delicate office building in the center of the city.

The design director and the boss of this company went downstairs in person and respectfully said to the man who got out of the car: "Duke Dumville, according to Madame's preference, we have made slight changes to the original style, and I am really sorry that you have to come and finalize it yourself." ”

Originally, the wedding dress could be sent directly to the manor for Qiao Weihuan to try on and then confirm, but this wedding dress was really expensive, and there was a mistake in the process of transportation, so it was necessary to remedy it for a long night's sleep, they couldn't afford to hurt it, so they greeted the people in the manor euphemistically and asked if they could let Qiao Weihuan come over to try it.

I didn't expect that the duke himself would come over in person? Where's Madame??

The boss guessed, but he didn't even have the strength to take a second look at Shanghe Zhengxiao's cold outline, so how dare he ask.

The design director is not as gossip as the boss, and he pushes the door open on business.

The room was bright, with bright spotlights shining beams of light on the wedding dress in the center.

It is a wedding dress that is very in line with Qiao Weihuan's preferences, with elegant lines, simple tail swing, not complicated design, and simple beauty of falling and generous.

Her figure, he could imagine with his eyes closed, the size of this wedding dress, a little swipe, knew that it was very suitable for her.

I wonder how beautiful she will be in it?

He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, the corners of his lips curled, and a warm smile quietly softened his deep face.

A once-in-a-lifetime ceremony, she will have the most perfect wedding.

……

Fang Shuyu was still dumbfounded, Qiao Weihuan didn't say much, flipped out his mobile phone to find last night's number and dialed back.

It wasn't until a long time before there was a response, and before she could speak, Charlotte chuckled softly and coldly, "You've finally become smarter." ”

Qiao Weihuan found that after making a decision, she was not so disgusted when she listened to Charlotte's voice.

Just like a prisoner who is about to be released from prison, the killing and ruthlessness in the cage will be kept away, and there is no emotional gift.

Qiao Weihuan leaned back softly in the chair, and saw his expression from the reflection on the car window, and he was also relieved.

"I'll get a divorce, you can stop."

"No, Cecil, I won't stop until you're completely out of Art's sight, trust me, I'll do what I say."

How can you not believe it, Charlotte just has the ability to threaten her and the people around her everywhere. For example, the things she explained to Fu Minglang were obviously not heard by a third person, but Charlotte could know quickly.

Qiao Weihuan rolled her dry eyes and asked hoarsely: "You know He Zhengxiao, I take the initiative to divorce now, and he won't agree." Give me half a month to divorce him. ”

"Too long." Charlotte said coldly, "You only have a week." ”

Qiao Weihuan slowly closed her eyes, and after a while, she said, "Okay." ”

"Cecil, give you a hint and make him hate you."

- Let him hate you.

The heirs of Demville, don't need to be soft. Remove the excess, and after a short period of pain, it is as hard as iron, and nothing can shake it.

That's Charlotte's purpose, the way to get the Demville family to the top.

A cold and poisonous woman, who has pursued Demville all her life, is more pure because she is single, and good and evil and morality are not worth mentioning, so she will win.

And she's a loser.

Qiao Weihuan hung up the phone exhausted and raised his hand breathlessly. Cold, stiff fingers pressed against the heart, barely feeling the vibration inside.

Relatives, friends, marriages...... The flames burned, the prairies crossed, the plants and trees were swept away, and after all, there was nothing left.

An hour later, Qiao Weihuan sent Fu Minglang to the airport as promised.

Fu Minglang dragged his suitcase, stood at the entrance of the airport, raised his hand and circled a horn: "Sister, Sister Fang, don't worry, I will find out the news as soon as possible!" ”

He had no reason to delay, so he propped up his shoulders and left quickly.

However, Fu Minglang didn't know that this was the last time he saw Qiao Weihuan.

Next to the car, Fang Shuyu turned his head to look at Qiao Weihuan, "Sister." ”

She hadn't said these two words for a long time, and for a while, Qiao Weihuan didn't react, and her hand to go to the car door paused.

"Are you really going to get a divorce?"

When he called just now, Fang Shuyu couldn't hear clearly, but he could hear the clues from Qiao Weihuan's words. She never knew that Qiao Weihuan was actually being threatened, and she compromised with the threat??

This is not the Qiao Weihuan she knows.

Qiao Weihuan should be stubborn and stubborn, even if the weight of the world is pressed down, he will stand up and fight to the end.

In the past, it was a fight for a life, and later it was a fight for a person.

Backbone, dignified, hard and likable, but also distressing.

However, at this moment, Qiao Weihuan bent his neck slightly, and his lowered eyebrows were full of overwhelmed tiredness. A light line at the corner of the eye, vicissitudes and weakness.

"yes, really."

"You can't do this, why can't you cross the threshold? Besides, whoever threatens you will eliminate her, what are you afraid of! ”

Qiao Weihuan shook his head, "I tried, but I really couldn't go ahead this time." ”

…… So hard?!

Fang Shuyu rolled his eyes and slapped his face, "That's not good, hurry up and think about Mr. He!" You are divorced, and he will find someone else in the future, can you stand it? ”

Qiao Weihuan's heart jumped violently, and the dull pain of turmoil spread densely in his body, refusing to dissipate for a long time. She put her trembling hands in her coat pockets and slowly tilted her head.

The hazy sky was full of fine snow, and heavy clouds refused to disperse, hovering heavily over Manchester.

"I can stand it."

Fang Shuyu didn't believe it, "You don't love Mr. He anymore?" ”

Two pieces of cold and mischievous fell on Qiao Weihuan's long eyelashes, and in the blink of an eye, they were melted by the warm moisture in their eyes.

Fang Shuyu saw that there was a drop of water in the corner of Qiao Weihuan's eyes, which snaked across his pale cheeks and fell to the ground along his chin.

"Can I still love him?"

Everyone is scarred, why should they love him anymore?

She really couldn't go on that narrow and long road.

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The man in the suit, who was concentrating on picking up things, was shaken by the bright light, and before he could take a second look, the light was gone.

He Zhengxiao closed the box and got up slowly, the night under his eyes surging almost inscrutablely.

Back at the manor, Uncle Zhong waited outside the door and opened the car door for them.

The cold wind whistled into the carriage, Qiao Wei tightened his coat with a cold breath, and reacted sluggishly for a while before taking it away. Just as he was about to get out of the car, he suddenly saw He Zhengxiao unhurriedly rolling up the cuffs of his shirt twice, and with his movements, the pure cold color of the tanzanite on the cufflinks flashed.

He Zhengxiao bent down with his back to the carriage and patted his long finger on his left shoulder.

Qiao Weihuan was stunned for a moment, and then climbed onto his back without saying a word.

He Zhengxiao's wheat-colored forearm crossed the crook of her leg and steadily opened her long leg.

Silently entered the courtyard all the way, halfway Qiao Weihuan slid down, He Zhengxiao's arm was slightly forced, and the person was stably placed on his back.

The night breeze of early winter in Manchester slipped silently, sending He Zhengxiao's smooth and deep voice.

"Charlotte will be leaving the UK soon."

…… Is this a final confession to her?

Qiao Weihuan put most of his face on He Zhengxiao's back and moved his lips, "If I say that I want Charlotte to go to prison, what will you do?" ”

I hadn't heard an answer for a long time, only the sound of two people's light breathing, one light and one shallow, could be heard clearly in the dark night.

Qiao Weihuan turned his head, looked at his resolute jaw, and his thin angular lips, and said calmly: "I'm afraid that she will let me lose my second child." ”

He Zhengxiao's lips moved, and the night at the bottom of his eyes was gloomy and silent, as if the great wind and waves could not shake it, "We don't need children for the time being." ”

For a woman who has lost a child, it is a very fatal blow to never be able to get pregnant again, He Zhengxiao has never revealed a single star, so Qiao Weihuan doesn't know the real meaning of his words - for them, it really doesn't matter if they have a child by blood or not.

Qiao Weihuan retracted her gaze, and her soft voice was blown into thin pieces by the night wind, "Okay, I know you can't kill Charlotte, you are a Ming monarch and not a tyrant, you have to take care of the overall situation, you have Britain in your heart, and you have Demville ......"

The cold fingers followed He Zhengxiao's tight chest, inch by inch, and stayed at the position of his heart, "I can't force you too much." ”

It suddenly occurred to her that the first time he carried her, he came out of the sea and died, and the second time he was on the mountain. On those two occasions, as long as you raise your eyes, you can see the magnificent sea and sky, and the rolling majestic mountains.

And yet now......

Qiao Weihuan put his chin on his shoulder, and in the mist-filled vision, he could only see the long reddish-brown staircase, a long road with no end.

He Zhengxiao kicked open the door with his long legs, strode in, put her on the bed, and took off her coat and shoes.

Feeling the hem of the sweater being lifted and the bony fingers inadvertently touching her stomach, she couldn't help but roll over, "I'll do it myself." ”

He Zhengxiao lowered his eyes, took her hand with his big hand, and pulled her sweater without saying anything.

Qiao Weihuan tensed her calves for a moment, and her whole body stiffened and did not move.

He Zhengxiao's eyebrows twitched slightly, gently pulled down her sweater, supported the edge of the bed with his palms, and leaned over slowly.

His forehead touched hers, scraped the tip of her nose with a straight nose, and said in a low voice: "Huanhuan." ”

Qiao Weihuan sweated, and was blown cold by the wind, her limbs seemed to be frozen hard, the blood vessels under her skin no longer flowed, and they were slowly forming icicles, and if she moved again, she would begin to break into lumps from her body.

So she didn't even respond, just closed her eyes tightly, just resisted silently, just like when she retched that day.

He Zhengxiao pulled the quilt and covered her, tucked the corners of the quilt, and his heavy eyes stayed on her pale face for a moment, and then turned around and left the bedroom.

At one o'clock in the morning, Uncle Zhong knocked on the door of the study and brought hot tea in.

He Zhengxiao sat in the chair heavily, his eyes not raised. When Uncle Zhong left, he took out a small box containing the diamond ring from his pocket, pinched the corner and turned it gently.

There was an unbearable itch in his chest, He Zhengxiao forcefully suppressed the desire to cough, and under the sharp short hair, the undercurrent between his eyebrows gradually subsided.

When the day dawned, God mercifully lifted the clouds and mist, and closed them uncertainly, scattering a handful of fine snowflakes.

He Zheng elegantly buttoned his coat, pulled the doorknob with his long fingers, and pushed the bedroom door open.

The woman on the bed slept soundly, and her open eyebrows were not half wrinkled.

He Zhengxiao walked silently to the window and tightened the heavy curtains.

Downstairs, Uncle Zhong stretched out a big black umbrella to cover the white of the dense falling for He Zhengxiao, who was walking out slowly. He opened the car door and waited for He Zhengxiao to get into the car before getting into the driver's seat.

Returning to the quiet bedroom, Qiao Weihuan shook her eyelashes, slowly opened her eyes, and the bottom of her eyes that had not slept all night was full of thin bloodshots.

Qiao Weihuan sat up from the bed, turned around and lifted the corner of the curtain to look out, the car was about to drive out of the manor. She lowered the curtains, stepped on her slippers and went to the bathroom to wash her face, and when she came out, she changed her clothes and went to the study.

Pulling open the first drawer of the table, taking out a paper document from it and stuffing it into his bag, Qiao Weihuan turned around and went downstairs.

The servant saw that she was neatly dressed, as if she was about to go out, and bent down and asked, "Madame, do you want breakfast?" ”

Qiao Weihuan wrapped her scarf around and said in a hoarse voice, "No." ”

She got into the car and called Fang Shuyu: "You go to the hospital, there is something serious for you to do." ”

Over there, Fang Shuyu yawned, shocked by her resolute tone, quickly chased away the sleepy insects, grabbed his clothes and put them on, and went out. The hotel where she was staying was not far from the hospital, so she hurried over and saw a car parked outside, Fang Shuyu went over and knocked on the window.

Qiao Weihuan lowered the window down the gap in the road, "Get in the car." ”

After Fang Shuyu came up, Qiao Weihuan directly threw the bag over, "You can put the things inside first, and find a place to put them yourself." ”

Fang Shuyu took out the things in the bag in a daze, she didn't speak English well, but she still knew one or two of the above words, and vaguely understood what it was, and immediately opened her mouth with round eyes: "Old, boss, this is-"

Qiao Weihuan raised his hand on the steering wheel and said calmly, "My marriage certificate." ”

"Marriage Certificate?" Fang Shuyu realized the seriousness of the problem, pulled her chin back, and asked seriously: "Boss, do you want to?" ”

"In the past few days, you have to think of a way to avoid everyone to inquire and see if you can ......"

Qiao Weihuan tightened her fingers, and her dark gaze brushed over the thin piece of paper in Fang Shuyu's hand and fell on the snow white that kept falling outside the car window. The little bit of coldness seemed to pass through the car window and stumble into the ravine of the heart.

She opened her eyes wide and said slowly, dryly, "Unilateral divorce." ”

At the other end, Uncle Zhong parked his car outside a delicate office building in the center of the city.

The design director and the boss of this company went downstairs in person and respectfully said to the man who got out of the car: "Duke Dumville, according to Madame's preference, we have made slight changes to the original style, and I am really sorry that you have to come and finalize it yourself." ”

Originally, the wedding dress could be sent directly to the manor for Qiao Weihuan to try on and then confirm, but this wedding dress was really expensive, and there was a mistake in the process of transportation, so it was necessary to remedy it for a long night's sleep, they couldn't afford to hurt it, so they greeted the people in the manor euphemistically and asked if they could let Qiao Weihuan come over to try it.

I didn't expect that the duke himself would come over in person? Where's Madame??

The boss guessed, but he didn't even have the strength to take a second look at Shanghe Zhengxiao's cold outline, so how dare he ask.

The design director is not as gossip as the boss, and he pushes the door open on business.

The room was bright, with bright spotlights shining beams of light on the wedding dress in the center.

It is a wedding dress that is very in line with Qiao Weihuan's preferences, with elegant lines, simple tail swing, not complicated design, and simple beauty of falling and generous.

Her figure, he could imagine with his eyes closed, the size of this wedding dress, a little swipe, knew that it was very suitable for her.

I wonder how beautiful she will be in it?

He Zhengxiao put one hand into the pocket of his trousers, the corners of his lips curled, and a warm smile quietly softened his deep face.

A once-in-a-lifetime ceremony, she will have the most perfect wedding.

……

Fang Shuyu was still dumbfounded, Qiao Weihuan didn't say much, flipped out his mobile phone to find last night's number and dialed back.

It wasn't until a long time before there was a response, and before she could speak, Charlotte chuckled softly and coldly, "You've finally become smarter." ”

Qiao Weihuan found that after making a decision, she was not so disgusted when she listened to Charlotte's voice.

Just like a prisoner who is about to be released from prison, the killing and ruthlessness in the cage will be kept away, and there is no emotional gift.

Qiao Weihuan leaned back softly in the chair, and saw his expression from the reflection on the car window, and he was also relieved.

"I'll get a divorce, you can stop."

"No, Cecil, I won't stop until you're completely out of Art's sight, trust me, I'll do what I say."

How can you not believe it, Charlotte just has the ability to threaten her and the people around her everywhere. For example, the things she explained to Fu Minglang were obviously not heard by a third person, but Charlotte could know quickly.

Qiao Weihuan rolled her dry eyes and asked hoarsely: "You know He Zhengxiao, I take the initiative to divorce now, and he won't agree." Give me half a month to divorce him. ”

"Too long." Charlotte said coldly, "You only have a week." ”

Qiao Weihuan slowly closed her eyes, and after a while, she said, "Okay." ”

"Cecil, give you a hint and make him hate you."

- Let him hate you.

The heirs of Demville, don't need to be soft. Remove the excess, and after a short period of pain, it is as hard as iron, and nothing can shake it.

That's Charlotte's purpose, the way to get the Demville family to the top.

A cold and poisonous woman, who has pursued Demville all her life, is more pure because she is single, and good and evil and morality are not worth mentioning, so she will win.

And she's a loser.

Qiao Weihuan hung up the phone exhausted and raised his hand breathlessly. Cold, stiff fingers pressed against the heart, barely feeling the vibration inside.

Relatives, friends, marriages...... The flames burned, the prairies crossed, the plants and trees were swept away, and after all, there was nothing left.

An hour later, Qiao Weihuan sent Fu Minglang to the airport as promised.

Fu Minglang dragged his suitcase, stood at the entrance of the airport, raised his hand and circled a horn: "Sister, Sister Fang, don't worry, I will find out the news as soon as possible!" ”

He had no reason to delay, so he propped up his shoulders and left quickly.

However, Fu Minglang didn't know that this was the last time he saw Qiao Weihuan.

Next to the car, Fang Shuyu turned his head to look at Qiao Weihuan, "Sister." ”

She hadn't said these two words for a long time, and for a while, Qiao Weihuan didn't react, and her hand to go to the car door paused.

"Are you really going to get a divorce?"

When he called just now, Fang Shuyu couldn't hear clearly, but he could hear the clues from Qiao Weihuan's words. She never knew that Qiao Weihuan was actually being threatened, and she compromised with the threat??

This is not the Qiao Weihuan she knows.

Qiao Weihuan should be stubborn and stubborn, even if the weight of the world is pressed down, he will stand up and fight to the end.

In the past, it was a fight for a life, and later it was a fight for a person.

Backbone, dignified, hard and likable, but also distressing.

However, at this moment, Qiao Weihuan bent his neck slightly, and his lowered eyebrows were full of overwhelmed tiredness. A light line at the corner of the eye, vicissitudes and weakness.

"yes, really."

"You can't do this, why can't you cross the threshold? Besides, whoever threatens you will eliminate her, what are you afraid of! ”

Qiao Weihuan shook his head, "I tried, but I really couldn't go ahead this time." ”

…… So hard?!

Fang Shuyu rolled his eyes and slapped his face, "That's not good, hurry up and think about Mr. He!" You are divorced, and he will find someone else in the future, can you stand it? ”

Qiao Weihuan's heart jumped violently, and the dull pain of turmoil spread densely in his body, refusing to dissipate for a long time. She put her trembling hands in her coat pockets and slowly tilted her head.

The hazy sky was full of fine snow, and heavy clouds refused to disperse, hovering heavily over Manchester.

"I can stand it."

Fang Shuyu didn't believe it, "You don't love Mr. He anymore?" ”

Two pieces of cold and mischievous fell on Qiao Weihuan's long eyelashes, and in the blink of an eye, they were melted by the warm moisture in their eyes.

Fang Shuyu saw that there was a drop of water in the corner of Qiao Weihuan's eyes, which snaked across his pale cheeks and fell to the ground along his chin.

"Can I still love him?"

Everyone is scarred, why should they love him anymore?

She really couldn't go on that narrow and long road.

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