Before that, no matter how Song Sichen changed the law to force Ji Qing and divorce, she did not agree.

She loves Song Sichen's love for the dead and alive, Song Silin always thought that she would spend time with Song Sichen to the end, but she didn't expect her to file for divorce.

For a moment, he was stunned in place.

"You want a divorce?" He thought he had misheard.

"Yes." Ji Qinghe nodded.

It was raining, and the breeze was blowing, and it was cool.

She looked at him and smiled, "What? Don't bless me for finally figuring it out? ”

Half-ringing, he came back to his senses, "This is also a blessing?" Shh But have you really made up your mind? ”

"Hmm!"

"No regrets?"

"Maybe," Ji Qinghe thought for a moment, "But if I don't make this decision, I believe that I will regret it more in the future than now." ”

Before each other touches the bottom line that makes people collapse, it's better to get out early, after all, it's the person I like for so many years.

Since you can't be together, then break up peacefully, at least you can keep the original appearance in each other's hearts.

She didn't want to think of it in a few years, when she thought about it today, it was all sad, and the people she loved had all become hateful.

Even if Song Sichen's methods are chilling, who makes her like him so much?

Because I like it, I forgive it.

"Sure enough." Song Silin chuckled and sighed slightly.

"What?"

"It's nothing," Song Silin said with a smile, "I envy you, you can get rid of the bitter sea of the Song family!" ”

One sentence provoked Zhou Jiajia's eyes.

Ji Qinghe looked at the two people who were playing on the side, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened a little, and his gaze fell in the distance, with a hint of relaxation.

What she didn't say was that she was actually scared. She was afraid that she would become a person like Shen Hanjia, who would do anything for love.

Love makes people blind, and it is easy to lose their minds, looking at Shen Hanjia, it is like a wake-up call for her.

She loves Song Sichen, she loves very much, because she loves it too much, so she cares.

She was afraid that in a few years, she would lose herself in aimless waiting, become another her, and finally confirmed the reputation of "vicious" in Song Sichen's mouth,

It wasn't what she wanted to see, so she chose to let it go.

For Ji Qinghe, liking is liking. If you want it, you should go for it openly.

Whether it is said that she is a fake virgin or has no memory, she only hopes that Song Sichen can live happily and happily.

Even if the person who gave him happiness and joy was not her, she was willing.

……

Ji Qinghe called his brother, Ji Chunxian on the other end had just finished the meeting, seeing that it was Ji Qinghe, he signaled to the people around him to stop talking, and he answered the phone while walking quickly to the office.

"Have you had breakfast?" Knowing that Ji Qinghe got up late, Ji Chunxian answered the phone and asked.

"Not yet." She smiled, "It's been a long time since I've tasted Mama Lin's craftsmanship." ”

Ji Chunxian heard the meaning of her words, and there was a slight smile in her eyes, "If Aunt Feng knew that you were going home for dinner, she would definitely be very happy." ”

"It's not about going home for dinner," she stressed, "it's about going home for living!" So I called my brother and asked when I could go to work. ”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line.

Halfway, I heard Ji Chunxian's voice sound: "Are you really sure?" ”

"Yes." I don't know why, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

When she decided to divorce, everyone's first reaction was to think she was joking. This made people a little helpless, and at the same time, it also made her know that in everyone's eyes, she loved Song Sichen to such a point.

"I decided last night, but I'll just inform you today."

Ji Chunxian didn't say much, but said: "Your house is being cleaned every day, and things haven't moved, if there is nothing important, you can go home directly." ”

Hearing this, Ji Qinghe's heart was sour, and she nodded: "Okay, but I still have to go back and clean up, there are not many things." ”

"Okay, then I'll ask Ah Zhong to pick you up."

Hanging up the phone, Ji Qinghe took a taxi back to Bihai Villa.

When she and Song Sichen got married, the Song family assigned this villa to them as a wedding room, but unfortunately Song Sichen did not go home for the night after marriage, even if he was, he rested in the study.

It's hard for her to live in such a big house alone, it's hard for her to be bold, and she won't be afraid at night.

Ji Qinghe didn't have many clothes and accessories, and she came back mainly to clean up her painting tools.

She pushed open the studio, and the room was full of her paintings.

Song Sichen didn't like her to go out, so she had to stay at home, and after a long time, she was bored, so she picked up a paintbrush to pass the time.

She paced around the room, her fingertips swiping over the paintings, and sighed with a slight emotion: before she knew it, there were so many.

If it weren't for these paintings, she wouldn't have known, it turned out that Song Sichen had hardly accompanied her.

She blinked, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and took a deep breath.

When the mood is almost over, then pack up your things.

She kept all the painting tools together and sorted out the paintings, but there were too many of them to take away at one time, so she sorted them out first and put them away, and then came back next time.

After the outside was cleaned up, she straightened up, looked at the door of the suite in the room, stared at it for a long time, and finally walked over and pushed the door open.

All eyes are Song Sichen.

Office, thinking, sleeping, angry...... It is vivid and expressive, and even the hair seems to be alive.

It can be seen that the painter always loves the person in the painting.

For two years, she kept telling herself that if one day Song Sichen would open this door and find these paintings, even if he didn't like him all his life, she would stay by his side until he was old.

It turned out no, not once.

It's ridiculous to say, I'm afraid Song Sichen doesn't even have a few rooms in this villa, but this is obviously the Song family's house.

The hand hanging at his side couldn't help but tighten, revealing the whitish joints.

……

As soon as Ji Qinghe went back, the Ji family was full of joy.

Only Liang Fenghua sneered at her, "Don't stay for another two days and go back, it's a shame when the time comes!" ”

Mother Lin glanced at the wife standing on the second floor, pulled Ji Qinghe aside, and whispered: "Madame was so happy when she heard that you were coming back, and she also stewed crucian carp soup for you with her own hands, she has such a temper, you must not quarrel with her." ”

Ji Qinghe knew that in the past, she and her mother would quarrel at every turn, but now that she just came back, Mother Lin was afraid that she would quarrel with her mother again, so she specially instructed.

She looked up and obviously saw the corner of Liang Fenghua's eyes sweeping towards her, she couldn't help but smile and nodded to Mother Lin, "I know." ”

Mother Lin was relieved and walked upstairs with Ji Qinghe's luggage.

Ji Qinghe, who was washing his hands in the bathroom, vaguely heard Liang Fenghua's disgust, so obvious: "What kind of broken things are you bringing home, the Ji family lacks her?" Something worthy of her eyes! Throw it out of me! ”

Before the words fell, I heard a "bang", followed by Mama Lin's exclamation.

"Ahh

"Look, it's all drawn by the young lady, and the paintings are really beautiful!"

Amazed.

Halfway through, she heard Liang Fenghua snort, and her tone was quite uncomfortable.

Ji Qinghe couldn't help laughing, after all, it was his mother, how could he not understand?

Ji Chunxian has a sentence that is right, in the Ji family, it is actually Liang Fenghua who loves Ji Qinghe the most, and she is the one who protects her the most.

It's just that the mouth is hard and the heart is soft.

Ji Qinghe looked at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath, "Ji Qinghe, from today on, go live the life you want, come on!" ”

At the dinner table, there was silence.

Liang Fenghua looked at Ji Qinghe, who obviously didn't have a few taels of meat on his face, full of sarcasm, "I don't know who swore to tell me that she was still doing well in the Song family, come, take it!" Who is this skinny man? ”

Ji Qinghe paused, and finally sighed, "I finally came back, can you tell me to have a good meal?" ”

Liang Fenghua raised her eyebrows, "The stinky girl's wings are hard, isn't it!" Dare to talk back to me! ”

Ji Qinghe sneered, "Do I talk back to you less often?" Liang Fenghua was about to have a seizure, when she muttered, "Who called you my mother!" ”

Just this sentence actually made Liang Fenghua's eyes red.

She blinked vigorously before she said, "Accompany me to the hospital in the afternoon." ”

"Okay."

"Get your dad back."

"Okay."

"You cook at night."

"Okay."

At this time, not only Liang Fenghua raised his eyes to look at her, but even the servants at home couldn't help but look sideways, and said secretly: Miss has really changed her temperament, and now she is so good at talking.

Liang Fenghua opened his mouth and suddenly threw the bowl, "Don't eat it!" He turned around and went upstairs.

Everyone doesn't know this good way, why are you angry again? I don't know what to do for a while.

Only Ji Qinghe's eyes flashed slightly, as if he understood a little.

It is said that temper is spoiled. How willful Ji Qinghe was before Liang Fenghua knew best, now that she was so well-behaved and docile, how could she, a mother, not be sad and sad?

Her daughter, how much suffering and grievances she suffered in the Song family made her what she is today.

Her heart hurts so much!

Ji Qinghe pushed open the door and saw Liang Fenghua sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his tears.

Hearing that someone was coming, she wiped away her tears, looked like nothing had happened in her hoarse voice, and said coldly: "Didn't you know to knock on the door before entering?" Where is your cultivation? ”

Ji Qinghe couldn't help but smile and asked, "Then why don't I go out and do it again?" ”

Liang Fenghua glared at her and didn't speak.

Ji Qinghe stepped forward, next to Liang Fenghua, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

She took Liang Fenghua's hand and said, "What's sad, I've had a good life in the past two years." She knew that her mother didn't believe it, so she sighed, half helpless, "I have been willing to guard Song Sichen for the past two years, so no matter how much suffering I have, it is worth it, and his arsenic and my honey are like this." Now I'm tired and don't want to go any further, because I know that no matter how long I stay, it won't come to fruition. ”

"Over the years, I have done a lot of things for Song Sichen that make you angry, and you, my father and my brother are always afraid of me, and now I should wake up and be sensible, I can't keep telling you to worry about me, right?"

When she said this, her heart was sour, and her throat was very dry, but she still smiled, "You and Dad will always grow old one day, I always have to learn to grow up, be responsible for myself, and be responsible for you who love me and care about me." I can't be so selfish anymore because I don't want to end up being the kind of person I hate. ”

For the sake of love, everyone betrayed their relatives and left them.

She didn't want to, and she couldn't bear it.

The suffering, it is enough to have one of her tastes, and she can't ask her relatives to accompany her, which is really too bastard and too chilling.