The corners of Wen Nian's mouth were extremely self-deprecating.

Her voice trembled slightly: "I'm divorced, give you freedom, don't pester you, you don't want to, what do you want me to do?" ”

"Divorce?"

Cheng Yansheng's face suddenly changed fiercely: "You want to be beautiful, come when you want, leave when you want to go, when I Cheng Yansheng is in tatters?" ”

Wen Nian felt that her life was really rotten.

If you get married, you will be bruised all over your body, and you can't get rid of divorce and death.

Cheng Yan was like a ghost and vowed to pester her to death.

Fragility suddenly appeared in the bottom of the eye.

The man's hand that pinched the side of her face was not sven, it was a little hard.

Feeling the pain, Wen Nian didn't dodge and resist, like a well-behaved and obedient doll, without frowning for a second.

"Wen Nian, the debt you owe me now is not decreasing but increasing, if you go to bed once every time, I'm afraid you will have to suffer a lot this time, it's better to ......"

"How about it?"

Cheng Yansheng lifted up suddenly, and her face was on his.

His breath was burning, and his lip bit the corner of her mouth: "Play something new?" ”

Hearing the sound, Wen Nian's back suddenly felt cold, and his hairs stood on end.

Cheng Yansheng wants to play, she knows too well.

Wen Nian's face suddenly changed several times, and he struggled to get his face away from his hand.

Didn't wait for the man to react.

She struggled to open the window door, holding on to the iron railing with both hands, and was emotional: "I don't want it, don't force me, if you force me again, I'll jump down from here, everyone won't be happy." ”

If he died, Cheng Yansheng would not be able to get rid of the crime.

So, she bet he would let go.

The man stood still and didn't move, his lips opened and closed: "You still try and try a trick repeatedly." ”

His tone was choked with heavy sarcasm.

Wen Nian then remembered that she had done the same thing in order to force him to love herself.

At that time, she stupidly felt that Cheng Yansheng would love her and spoil her.

She stood outside, and the balcony light shone down, reflecting her tearful eyes very beautifully and vividly.

"Come in."

Cheng Yansheng was obviously impatient, and called her coldly.

The woman didn't move, her fingers pinching the railing were shaking.

He glanced at her and walked away.

Until the footsteps faded away, the lights in the study were turned on, Wen Nian was like an inflated balloon, deflated at the moment when it was punctured, she leaned on the railing and slid down, her body curled up.

Wrap your hands around your legs.

A choked sound came out of his throat.

The tears were salty and seeped down the face and into the mouth.

Crying and wheezing, I don't know how long it has been, Wen Nian is cold, and the wind rolls up a biting chill, wrapping her unkindly.

"Have you had enough crying?"

A man's low, melodious voice fell overhead.

Cheng Yansheng was condescending, his eyes were cold: "I'll enter the door when I've cried enough." ”

After squatting for too long, Wen couldn't get up, and he eased up in place for a long time before he stretched his legs up on the railing.

The numbness spreads from the soles of the feet to the entire thighs.

She resisted the numbness and took six seconds to return to normal: "I'm tired, go rest first." ”

Cheng Yansheng seemed to have lost her interest.

This night, Wen Nian slept tossing and turning, very unstable.

In the middle of the night, my body was hot and cold, and I was covered in cold sweat.

……

In the morning, Wen Nian and Qin Rang took half a day off.

She wanted to go to Zhongshan Garden and meet Song Xinci, whether it was a showdown or a fear.

The car drove to the bottom of the building, and Wen Nian didn't even enter the door.

I saw a figure from a distance, swallowing slowly, and only walked out of the door.

Song Xinci is not tall.

"Every year."

Wen Nian hurriedly called her downstairs, Song Xinci didn't change her pajamas, her face was a little sleepy, and her eyelids were swollen, as if she hadn't slept well last night.

Anger turned into calm and asked: "How much is left of the three million that Cheng Yansheng took?" ”

Song Xinci's eyes flashed in surprise.

The next second is guilt and self-blame.

"Lost?"

Song Xinci lowered her face and nodded.

Wen Nian took a vicious breath on her head, and her tears were about to squeeze out of her eyes, hating iron but not steel: "Mom, do you really want me to die?" ”

There was a deep helplessness hidden in the questioning tone.

"Every year, I blame my mother for not being ......"

"Don't talk about it."