Song Yunhe's heart seemed to have been stabbed, and he was inexplicably a little weak.

I don't know if I'm angry or something else at this time, so I retorted urgently: "What kind of account, what account do you have for me to calculate?" Don't exalt yourself too much. ”

But after finishing speaking, Song Yunhe regretted it a little.

quietly went to look at his daughter, and found that Song Nanxi was holding a towel in his hand, and he was also looking at him, his eyes were clear and clean, and suddenly, he lowered his eyes with a little loss.

"Ah...... That's my own passion," Song Nanxi turned around with her wheelchair and said softly: "If you are looking for Cui Xuena, she will move to the second floor." ”

Song Yunhe's heart suddenly emptied, and he wanted to speak out, but he still didn't say anything after all.

Song Nanxi had already turned on the hair dryer, turned her back to him, and didn't look at him again.

Aunt Wen smiled and said, "Sir, then I'll go back first, and don't stay up too late." ”

Song Yunhe smiled and nodded, and then, Aunt Wen closed Song Nanxi's door.

Song Yunhe found that a sign had been hung on her door.

The wooden plaque looks a little older, and it is engraved with three crooked words on it.

Memories came flooding back, and Song Yunhe remembered in a trance that this seemed to be the name he taught her to write when Nanxi had just started school.

Later, he had the wooden sign carved and made her beautiful clouds and flowers, and hung them on her door.

At that time, Song Nanxi was so happy that he hugged his neck and called his father one by one......

Since when did his relationship with his daughter get worse and worse......

Song Yunhe's mood was much lower all of a sudden, and when he returned to his room, he just opened the door, and at a glance, he saw two boxes on the bedside table.

Song Nanxi's slightly twisted expression came to mind, and she said: "Put it in a very conspicuous place, I think, you will like it." ’

Indeed, it is very conspicuous.

Song Yunhe's eyes suddenly became a little sour.

Walking over, Song Yunhe opened the first box.

It's a lighter.

The delicate texture is very high-quality, which is his favorite style.

It just so happened that his lighter was lost during the entertainment, and it was really timely......

Song Yunhe picked up the lighter and couldn't put it down.

Then I found a card at the bottom of the box.

The lazy scroll stretches out the font, revealing a rebellious flying, with only four words: Happy Birthday.

Song Yunhe suddenly felt a little sad.

After staring at these words for a long time, he put the lighter back away and opened another gift box.

This time, it's a suit.

Dark dark lines, delicate wiring, and familiar production techniques make the tip of Song Yunhe's nose sour.

When I opened the greeting card, it was a familiar font for my wife: Happy Birthday.

A layer of blur gradually surged in front of Song Yunhe's eyes.

Since when did his daughter, his wife, refuse to give him even a title?

'Ding'

WeChat shook a bit.

Song Yunhe wiped his eyes and picked up his phone.

It's Shen Duanyue.

[Wife]: Do you have time tomorrow?

Song Yunhe replied: What are you doing

[Wife]: Let's come out and talk, I have an appointment with a lawyer, I'm going on a business trip next month, let's sign it before we go out!

Song Yunhe was shocked, and he didn't calm down for a while.

Sign?

What to sign?

seemed to know what he was thinking, and the other party quickly sent another sentence: divorce agreement