Chapter 9: It's better to... divorce

The weather in Nancheng is wet and cold, especially on rainy days in winter, even if you are wearing the thickest clothes, you can still feel the cold air "swishing" into your bones.

It's so cold, it's bone-chilling.

This winter rain began to fall in the evening, dripping and dripping until now, and there is no intention of stopping.

Joan was indoors, with the air conditioner on, and she didn't feel cold.

At this moment, there is no air conditioning, and there is no men's jacket to protect against the cold wind, and I just feel that the cold air is like a needle piercing every pore, and it is cold.

The teeth clucked, and the blood became stagnant.

She pushed him while struggling: "Song Yichen, you let go of me!" ”

After seeing his gentle drizzle and gentleness towards Shen Tao, she felt more and more sad.

In this relationship, she invested too much and couldn't get half a cent in return.

thought that even if Song Yichen didn't love her, she would be able to persevere and finish her life with him.

I didn't know until now......

It's just wishful thinking on her part.

The picture of him smiling at Shen Tao was like a knife, cutting the softest piece of flesh on the tip of her heart one after another, and there was blood all over the ground.

After five years, she didn't want to be so self-defeating.

Song Yichen pressed closer to her step by step.

Joan couldn't avoid it, and her back hit the cold wall, making her shiver with cold.

Subconsciously stretched out his hands against his chest.

The man ignored this, and his strong legs squeezed between her legs, forcing her to have nowhere to escape.

The two bodies rubbed against each other through a thin layer of clothing, and Joan only felt humiliated.

"What bastard are you talking about!"

"It's hard to say who cuckolded whom! Aren't you hugging Shen Tao too?! ”

There was a fierce anger in his eyes, and then he withdrew and smiled at her.

Merely......

The smile didn't reach the bottom of the eyes, and it was more cold.

Joan knew: it didn't do any good to him off.

wanted to make him retreat by mentioning Shen Tao.

Song Yichen smiled faintly, like a ghost.

His face was heavy and cold, and the light from his eyes turned into piercing ice, "You are worthy of calling her name too?" ”

The angry man ignored her struggles and grabbed her pajamas and tore them hard.

The men's coat irritated him.

He was really angry.

"Let go of me!" Jo Ann tried her best to push the man away.

There is a huge disparity in strength between men and women, she came to the eldest aunt, her body was heavy and falling, all kinds of soreness, plus the weather was cold and icy, where was Song Yichen's opponent?

There was a faint fire beating in Song Yichen's eyes.

The men's coat made him very angry, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Guarding that man like a jade so quickly?" ”

"I won't let you get your wish!"

When Song Yichen's hand touched his aunt's towel, he quickly withdrew it.

With his eyebrows furrowed, he took out his handkerchief, wiped his hands, and threw the handkerchief into the trash.

A look of disgust: "Disgusting! ”

The long legs stepped away, turned and left.

There is no nostalgia.

The temperature was getting colder and colder, but Joan didn't leave immediately.

The look in his eyes when he said "disgusting", the disgust that emanated from him, she could see it clearly.

An endless chill poured in, and all that flowed from the limbs and bones was cold.

She slid down the cold wall and sat on the ground, both people and hearts cold.

What happiness is there in a stolen marriage?

It's better to ......

Divorce!