"Don't be stupid! Even if you kill me, she won't come back, because she's dead, she's dead! ”

Hearing the name Qin Qin, Song Sichen instantly lost control, and his whole person became excited.

His eyes were scarlet, like a roaring beast, humiliated and sad, as if he wanted to swallow Ji Qinghe alive.

"Don't call Xiaoqin's name! Who are you to mention her? He grabbed Ji Qinghe's neck, and as long as he used a little force, his slender neck would be twisted, "It's okay?" It's okay to have a good one......"

Song Sichen's tone was choked, and he couldn't say any more.

It took a long time to recover.

"You're right, she's gone. So don't worry, even if she's gone, I won't like you, never! ”

"You are in this cage, widowed for the rest of your life!"

Ji Qinghe closed his eyes weakly, and despair surrounded her.

It was as if someone had dug a hole in my heart, and the cold wind passed through the hall, and the pain was numb and unconscious.

Song Sichen was still angry, "Aren't you a rare man?" As long as you Miss Ji say a word, don't say that you are a good grandfather and a good father, it is me, and I will immediately send you a large number of men for you to have fun with! As long as you let me go, how? It's a great deal! ”

"Song Sichen!"

Ji Qinghe's face was as pale as paper, his head was roaring, and he couldn't hear anything.

Her head hurts, as if it's going to explode, she's so cold, really cold, but none of this compares to heart-rending despair.

"Don't call me by name, disgusting!"

The more painful Ji Qinghe was, the happier Song Sichen became.

He just wants to make her miserable, how much pain he has, she must pay it back twice!

This is her price!

He let go of her neck and reached out, his slender fingers pinching her chin tightly.

It was because of this hypocritical and pretentious woman in front of him that he lost Xiaoqin.

Thinking of how he had lived like a year in the past three years, Song Sichen used all his strength to retaliate and said, "What? Do you think there are too few men? All right! Is twenty enough? What about thirty? ”

"Oh, by the way, if they knew that the day before your wedding night Miss Ji was impatient—"

"Smack-" A crisp angry slap sounded.

Silence, boundless silence.

Both were stunned.

The painful and numb right hand told Ji Qinghe how much strength he had used just now.

Her eyes widened, her eyes constricted, and she looked at her trembling fingers in disbelief.

She actually ...... Actually hit him?

Song Sichen never thought that Ji Qinghe, who had always been gentle and weak, would actually beat him!

Such humiliation!

Rumo's eyes swelled with monstrous anger, he raised his hand, and Ji Qinghe reflexively closed his eyes.

For a long time, the slap did not fall.

She opened her eyes.

What caught Song Sichen's eyes was Song Sichen's hideous expression when he was angry, "What? Your dignified and virtuous lady finally can't pretend to be in full form? Am I not right? Have the courage to do it but don't have the courage to admit it? If you are as debauched as you are, what else can't you do? ”

As long as she thought that Ji Qinghe had slept with a wild man who didn't know his name or origin the night before she married him, and she was rumored by the people of the Song family, Song Sichen had the heart to kill her.

Although Song Sichen doesn't love Ji Qinghe, Ke Rao is a normal man, knowing that his wife cuckolded himself before getting married, he will not accept it if he is a fool!

While talking about loving yourself, you have sex with other men!

Ji Qinghe, this is what you said about loving me!

This love is disgusting!

Suddenly, Song Sichen smiled, and he put down his raised hand: "It's okay, I should use this slap in exchange for not entanglement in your life!" ”

"Ji Qinghe, I'm waiting for your divorce agreement!"

Ji Qinghe, who slammed the door vigorously, trembled in his heart.

He's finally gone.

With her hope and happiness, she slammed the door and left, leaving her with boundless torment and pain.

Ji Qinghe laughed lowly, gradually getting louder and louder, almost crazy.

She remembered everything, but she forgot that he didn't love her.

How ironic, how ridiculous, and how pathetic.

The night was dark and deep, as if it was about to drip water, and the continuous mountain peaks in the distance were like ghosts in the dark night, exuding cold air and cold.

Ji Qinghe sat on the ground against the wall, his hands on his knees, and buried his head deep in his narrow embrace, as if he was asleep, so fragile that people couldn't touch it.

Finally, as if remembering something, she looked up.

His face was crisscrossed with undried tears.

Stretched out his hand to wipe his eyes, got up, his legs and feet were numb because he had sat for too long, and he almost fell to the ground.

In a panic, he held on to the wall to stabilize his body.

She walked to the dining room, where the food on the table had been cold for some unknown year.

Ji Qinghe originally didn't know how to cook.

Ji's father loves this daughter very much, so he gives her the best no matter what, and he has developed a delicate girl who does not touch the spring water with ten fingers.

Since marrying Song Sichen, she has tried her best to play the role of a good wife.

Knowing that Song Sichen's stomach was not good, he cooked himself and began to learn to cook.

I don't know how many times my hands have been cut by a knife, and the number of times my skin has been burned, she is willing.

Unfortunately, in the past two years, the man has never tasted a bite of the food she cooked with her own hands.

His eyes were so dry that he was unconscious, Ji Qinghe turned around and took the garbage basket and threw out all the food.

At this moment, the phone rang.

The caller was Liang Fenghua.

Ji Qinghe's mother.

Ji Qinghe pressed the answer button, he didn't know what he said over there, his face suddenly changed greatly, he turned around and ran out of the door, not even bothering to change his shoes.

At this time, it was late at night, and it was a villa area, so it was difficult to get a taxi.

Just when Ji Qinghe was anxious and didn't know what to do, a black private custom Ferrari slowly drove out of the villa area.

Ji Qinghe gritted his teeth and ran forward in desperation.

"Sir! Please wait! Mr! ”

"Sir! I'm Ji Qinghe, a resident here, I have an urgent matter to go to the hospital now, can you send me there? ”

"Mr. ......"

The car drove very slowly and at a turtle speed.

Ji Qinghe didn't spare much effort to catch up, gently patted the car window, and spoke anxiously.

The window was rolled down halfway, because it was too dark, Ji Qinghe could only vaguely see the silhouette of the other party, a young talent.

But now that she has an urgent matter, where is she still in the mood to care about this, she is just anxious to say her purpose for stopping him.

"Sir, I can't get a taxi right now, can you take me to the People's Hospital?"

"Please, I'm really anxious, I'll be grateful to you! Please, sir! ”

She was a little incoherent.

"Get in the car."

The man interrupted her.

The voice is beautiful, magnetic and clear, like a clear spring flowing from the crescent moon, and like an ethereal whisper, swirling in the clouds and gliding over the tip of the heart.

But it was cold, it was a chill oozing from deep in the bone marrow.

Ji Qinghe was stunned for a moment.

Instantly come back to your senses.

Get in the car, close the door, and the action is fluid.

The car sped off like an arrow off the string, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

When he arrived at the gate of the hospital, Ji Qinghe realized that he came out in a hurry and did not bring his mobile phone.

Her fingers intertwined unconsciously, guilty and uneasy, with apologies: "Sir, I forgot to bring my mobile phone, can you leave me a phone number?" ”

I was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so I hurriedly said, "I don't mean anything else, I just want to thank you for helping me tonight." If it's not convenient for you, you can also leave my phone number! ”

After speaking, a black leather-covered notebook and a pen appeared in front of Ji Qinghe.

It was immediately clear to me.

She took it, wrote down a string of numbers on it, and handed it to the other person.

"If you need anything, you can call this number, thank you tonight!"

After Ji Qinghe said this, he got out of the car and ran to the hospital, his steps were eager and hasty.

She didn't notice that there was a gaze behind her that kept watching her figure.

When he couldn't see the figure, the man withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes.

The white paper and black words, you can vaguely see the delicate and elegant font, just like its people.

He casually threw the notebook in the passenger seat, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Through the light outside the window, I only saw his smooth chin, and his skin was as white as jade.

As everyone knows, in those deep and dark eyes, it is like a scorching peach blossom swaying in the wind, blooming this immortal enchantment, bringing disaster to the country and the people.