At this moment, Shen Tao almost wanted to bite a mouthful of silver teeth.

Why is Song Yichen so angry, how could she not guess!

Speaking of which, it's not that he cares about Joan!

Five years ago, he was not like this, he always arrived as soon as he had any problems and helped her solve them.

What now?

Even she was a little unsure of Song Yichen's thoughts.

Although he will also help himself, but ......

There was always a feeling that he was about to leave her.

In less than a month after returning to China, combined with Song Yichen's various performances, the sense of crisis in her heart became heavier and heavier.

She could read the handwritten note at the end of the divorce agreement.

Doesn't JoAnn care most about early?

If the Song family took it away early, would she hate Song Yichen for the rest of her life?

The ruthlessness in his eyes flashed, and when he looked at Ye Wanyi, he looked gentle and lovely.

"Auntie, if you want me to say, no matter boys and girls, they are the blood of the Song family early on, let's find a way to bring them back to the Song family early, I have a way, but I don't know if you are willing to use ......"

When Ye Wanyi heard that there was a way, her eyes lit up: "You really have a way?" ”

Shen Tao nodded: "There is a way, but it's a bit extreme." ”

Ye Wanyi didn't care so much, and grabbed Shen Tao's hand hard: "Good Taotao, no matter what method is used, as long as I go home early, I can go home early, you are the number one hero of my Song family!" ”

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Joan cried so darkly that she cried for two hours.

When I looked up from the steering wheel, it was already lunchtime.

I touched my flat belly, found my makeup bag, and re-touched my makeup, but it was just ......

I can't cover my red and swollen eyes.

Mo Xiaowan's phone called: "An An, where are you now?" Do you need this fairy to accompany you to lunch? ”

Joan is in a bad mood and encounters a lawsuit again, as a good friend, all she can do is to accompany Joan more and not let her think cranky.

"Press one if needed."

"No, please say yes."

When Qiao An heard this, she couldn't help laughing: "At this time, you still make me laugh." ”

Mo Xiaowan: "That's not it, I'm your husband!" ”

Joan smiled again: "Okay, okay, not poor, let's talk about the location, I'll drive over." ”

Mo Xiaowan sent the address to her mobile phone, and Joan opened the navigation and drove there.

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"An An, here!"

When Qiao An arrived at the skewer shop, Mo Xiaowan had already arrived.

The business of this shop is booming, and she often queues up, she occupies a window position, afraid that someone will grab the position, she does not dare to come to pick up Qiao An, so she can only wave to her from afar.

Joan nodded, walked over, and sat down across from her.

"Ouch An'an, why are your eyes swollen like this? You didn't cry when the police took you away yesterday, what made you cry like this? Mo Xiaowan saw her red and swollen eyes at a glance, and couldn't help but ask.

Qiao Anqiang squeezed out a smile: "I'm divorced!" ”

This marriage should have been divorced a long time ago!

Procrastinating to this day, she feels like she's getting depressed.

Mo Xiaowan was skeptical: "Really? Song Yichen agreed? Didn't you say last time that he tore up the divorce agreement? ”

"I thought he cared about this marriage!"

When she went to Songjiang, she witnessed the way Qiao An and Song Yichen got along, although neither of them spoke, nor did they have a particularly intimate posture, but that kind of aura was something that others couldn't squeeze into.

Joan grabbed the fruit wine in front of her and drank it all, tears floating in her eyes: "That's an illusion." ”