"Rong Fan, I want to go to Italy to see the prosperity of Venice, to see the scenery of Dolphin Island, to live in an Italian court-style house, to feel the art full of romantic atmosphere there."

"When I finish working with Italy, I'll take you there, and you can stay as long as you want."

These words seemed to have happened yesterday, so close, but so far away, that if Rong Fan didn't mention it, she would have forgotten it.

"You can not admit to this trumped-up charge of domestic violence, and you will destroy more than just cooperation." Xia Ran's gaze looked at Rong Fan a little distractedly.

Rong Fan stepped forward slowly, approached step by step, forced Xia Ran to the wall, supported her hands on both sides of her, encircled her in his arms, and looked down at Xia Ran steadily: "My dear wife, if I don't admit domestic violence, will you want the whole world to know that you are a psychopath tomorrow?" With the help of all the people who want to deal with me, but have no way out, they join forces to force me to send you to a mental hospital, and use you to choke my weakness? ”

"You'd rather go to a psychiatric hospital than be with me!"

"That's right!"

Xia Ran's roar made the air freeze, and she looked away from looking at Rong Fan, because what Rong Fan said was all the truth, and she was ready to do both, whether Rong Fan admitted it or not, she had a way to leave Rong Fan.

"Actually, you don't have to do anything, as long as you sign the divorce agreement......" Xia Ran raised her eyes and looked at Rong Fan lightly, "I have nothing to do with you, and no one will use me to deal with you, so you don't have to worry that I will unite with outsiders to deal with you." ”

"You want me to sign unless I die!" Rong Fan's clear voice oozed a little coldness.

"Rong Fan, what if this world is about what you know? I dare to admit the second, and no one dares to admit the first. I've been around you for so many years, but I've learned 100% of your methods? Are you going to have to use your methods against you? Xia Ran looked at Rong Fan with cold eyes.

Rong Fan looked at this bone that had been integrated into him? Rubbing his blood? The woman who made him reluctant to give up even if he gave up his life, his gaze was deep, and he leaned over to block her painful little mouth? The lingering cold aroma of wine between his lips and teeth was swept into his mouth along with her protesting voice? He kissed her with a savagery and rudeness that he had never felt before, even as she bit his lip in anger, even as his blood flowed into each other's mouths? He still kisses her persistently? Like he loves her? Even if the blood of love is dripping? Would he rather bleed? I didn't want to let her go.

The icy liquid poured into his mouth with the rusty taste in his mouth? He slowly let go of her, and seeing that she was already in tears, his heart was like a knife.

He reached out to gently wipe away the tears from her eyes as he had done a long time ago, but she pushed them away.

Xia Ran slipped and sat on the ground? With your face in your hands? Crying and shouting: "Rong Fan? Do you roll? Get out now, don't let me see you, even if I owe you more in my last life? I've paid it off in this life! Why don't you let me go, I hate you, I hate you! ”

That sentence I hate you, like a sharp knife into Rong Fan's heart, the fists hanging on both sides tightened and tightened, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath before turning around, and walked towards the room with a somewhat vain footsteps.

Xia Ran heard the sound of the door closing gently, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly, but Rong Fan did not leave, but stuck to the door, listening to the sound that could not come from the room with excellent sound insulation, but he knew that she was crying, crying very sadly.