Gu Mengyan felt that this meal was particularly difficult.

He came for Jo An, but now it's good, Jo An just said hello to him and disappeared.

saw Song Yichen accompanying her downstairs again, and her heart was not good.

I really couldn't eat it, so I moved the chopsticks twice, so I coaxed Mo Xiaowan and said, "I'm full, you use it slowly." ”

I heard that this house is now Song Yichen's, and he has no desire to eat even a star.

Why bother here to watch her and him all kinds of entanglements!

Isn't it unpleasant to find yourself!

Mo Xiaowan understood his thoughts, put down the chopsticks, turned off the induction cooker, and said, "I've eaten too." ”

"I'll take you downstairs ......"

No one can bear this situation.

She really felt that she was troublesome......

The two went downstairs, didn't see Qiao Ann all the way, and walked to the parking lot at the entrance of the community.

I saw a family of three at a glance.

Lu Bai accompanied him to play early, and Song Yichen and Qiao An stood in the trunk, not knowing what they were talking about.

Gu Mengyan's face became more and more ugly.

Mo Xiaowan was even more embarrassed.

asked Gu Mengyan to come over to match him and Qiao An.

Who knows......

Song Yichen was there throughout the whole process, and the two did not go to the Civil Securities Bureau to go through the divorce procedures......

It makes people think that she interferes in other people's family affairs for no reason, which is not authentic.

No one is happy about this.

"Senior Gu, I'm sorry, I was abrupt."

"If you want to blame me, blame me, don't blame An An, she doesn't know anything, it's me who is not good."

At this time, she wanted to slap herself twice.

Gu Mengyan didn't say anything, didn't blame her, sighed, and walked straight to his car.

But if Qiao An had a place for him in his heart, he would not just give up.

Mo Xiaowan felt very sorry for him: "Senior, I'll invite you to dinner another day to make amends." ”

Gu Mengyan left.

He didn't even say hello to Joan, and just drove his car and disappeared into the twilight.

Mo Xiaowan stood in place, looking at the car that was speeding away, eager to cut off his head.

She didn't alarm Qiao An and Song Yichen, stood in the distance, watching quietly.

Joan didn't want to open the trunk.

But......

Song Yichen grabbed her hand, and with a little force, he pushed open the door of the trunk.

A large bouquet of red roses lay in the trunk, densely packed, to say the least hundred.

The moment the door opened, the scent of flowers flowed everywhere, and the wind rushed into Joan's alveoli.

The flowers are beautiful and beautiful, with crystal dewdrops, and in such a deep winter, it really makes people feel good.

Song Yichen bent down, picked up the flower, and handed it to her: "Do you like it?" ”

The man's eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and there is a streamer floating under the eyes.

Flower beauty handsome.

Joan stared at the bouquet of flowers, her lips squirmed, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

After five years of marriage, he never gave her anything, even the wedding ring was prepared by herself.

Today, he suddenly sent flowers to her, how could Joan be unhappy?

Looking at him and the bouquet of red roses, my heart was filled with sweetness.

However......

The rush of memories made her stop where she was, not taking the bouquet of flowers.

When he first got married, it was his birthday, and Joan didn't know what to give as a gift, so she bought a bouquet of roses and sent it to his office.

The moment she saw the flower shop delivery person go out, Joan thought that even if he didn't like it, he would call her or reply to a message or something.

Full of joy.

Can......

The fact is that the bouquet of flowers was thrown in the trash.

Someone took a picture and sent it to Joan.

She saw the bouquet lying quietly in the trash can, petals falling all over the ground.

As if silently mocking her self-inflicted amorousness.