Chapter 7: Bloody wounds cannot be dressed
How many fourteen years can there be in life?
In the past, Wang Qiu felt that as long as he didn't get divorced, the one outside would always be three.
She thought that if she pulled this card, she would be able to get Qin Chupei's love sooner or later.
But when he saw Qin Muheng smiling at Qin Chupei, he suddenly realized that he was just trapped in the cage of marriage in the name of love.
In this game, Wang Qiu seems to be the winner, but in fact, she didn't get anything other than giving birth to a child and wasting fourteen years of time.
She didn't get Qin Chupei's love, nor did she break up him and that woman.
All this is just a joke!
It's time to end, for Qin Muheng, but also for himself.
When sending Qin Muheng to school on Sunday afternoon, Wang Qiu originally planned to tell Qin Chupei about it.
But this time Qin Chupei didn't come to send his son because of something, Qin Chupei would pick up his son on time every time, but he didn't come to send it when he was going to say divorce.
Wang Qiu was wondering if this was a signal that God was unwilling to let him divorce.
Wang Qiu's self-deception fell into fantasy again.
People are always like this, and when they suffer too much from gains and losses, they will always make excuses for things that have no shadow.
In the evening, I went to a calligraphy class for a class, and several parents waited to talk about their children, and after talking about the situation one by one, they went home exhausted.
As soon as Wang Qiu got out of the elevator, he saw Menghao preparing to go out.
Meng Hao was stunned for a moment, then turned to the side to make way for Wang Qiu, who nodded and passed.
Meng Hao looked at her back, today she wore a light blue long dress, with the style of a few famous people, white flat shoes, obviously not matching, on her body looks more than a shadow, excellent demeanor, a mature woman's charm, people can't help but look at it twice.
It's a pity that she is too indifferent, as if she doesn't care about anyone, even if she is a neighbor for a month, if it weren't for his deliberate accosting, I'm afraid she wouldn't know that someone had moved in to the door.
When Wang Qiu walked to the door, he heard the sound of footsteps getting deeper and deeper, and saw Meng Hao running towards him with a sideways face.
Wang Qiu had already opened the door, and the moment he pushed the door, Meng Hao held down the doorknob.
Meng Hao looked down at Wang Qiu, who was frowning slightly, and asked with that expression, is there something wrong?
She has a goose egg face, and if you look closely at the cheeks, there is a slight flesh, which looks full of charm, but it happens that she has a pointed chin.
Just looked up at him like this, very pitiful, as if complaining, why did you stop me from going home, probably this is the natural temperament.
Meng Hao didn't show a big smile as usual, he was even a little sad, he knew that he was a little overstepping, but he still couldn't help but ask: "You, are you a single mother?" How come I've never seen your husband. ”
Wang Qiu's heart was mixed, she didn't know how to answer, and she had no way to answer.
It was as if he was standing naked in the center of the stage, and his bloody wounds were punctured without any bandaging.
Wang Qiu pushed his hand away and walked directly into the house.
Meng Hao stood at the door for a long time, it was also strange, since he noticed Wang Qiu, he always thought about her in his mind.
Especially her coldness made her more frustrated, so she wanted to understand her and get closer to her.
But she was cold and intimidating, and reason told Meng Hao that it was time to stop, but when she saw that she was always alone in and out of the house, she still couldn't help but want to enter her life.