Ex-husband addicted to wife after divorce

She smiled and said, "Mother Huo, they treat me very well. You really imagine them too badly."

"They have never disliked my family background, and they gave me such a grand wedding and bride price. Aunt Gu was even more worried that I would not adapt to the environment, so she sent me back personally."

"Everyone is a good person, your previous experience is no longer useful."

Huo Daimei shook his head: "Silly boy, the world is like a wolf and a tiger. No matter what era the capitalists are in, they eat people and don't spit out their bones. Good people? It's just that bad people have become better at disguising."

Ling Yue'er burst into tears, and was so sore that she could hardly keep her eyes open.

She is really too stupid, too stupid.

Throwing Huodaimei's words behind her, she only felt that it was scaremongering.

Encountering these things now is also reaping the consequences.

However, the price of growth is too tragic.

It made her feel that the sky was about to fall, and that there was no hope for her future life.

The world is like the sky outside the window, it is pitch black and there is no light to be seen.

This kind of pain is comparable to the fear of being cut at any time by the gangster's knife.

Unforgettable.

It wasn't until the tears were all shed that Ling Yue'er truly accepted the reality.

She closed her eyes.

She can bear the price of being cheated alone.

How can Huo's mother be implicated.

After a sleepless night, after returning to the mansion, she felt a stabbing pain in her head, which was unbearable.

Chen Xuan followed behind Qi Jingan, her expression a little envious and jealous: "Brother, let her live here alone in such a big house? And give her so many aunts, this is not punishment at all, right?"

Qi Jingan's expression remained unchanged: "After all, she is pregnant with my child and has a big belly, so I can't let her do the laundry and cook by herself."

"That's right, it won't be good if you have a miscarriage."

Auntie listened to Qi Jingan's instructions, packed up his clothes and sent them to the car.

Ling Yueer sat aside, watching quietly.

When she heard Chen Xuan say that she also wanted to live in the old house for a few days, Qi Jingan agreed without hesitation and asked Cheng Wen to pick her up.

My heart is like pouring a load of cement into it, and it solidifies quickly.

She got up indifferently, and was about to go back to her room to sleep, but she didn't know if Qi Jingan was going to get a divorce right now.

"When are you going to register for divorce?" Her voice was hoarse.

Qi Jingan didn't even look at her.

"The divorce agreement is not ready yet, and Cheng Wen will send it over in a few days."

"There's no need to sign any divorce agreement, I don't want anything." She glanced at her watch, it was only seven o'clock.

The Civil Affairs Bureau didn't know what time to go to work.

Qi Jingan was choked, and Cheng Wen thoughtfully rescued him: "Now we need to make an appointment for divorce, and it will take three days at the earliest. If you are sleepy, Ma'am, you can go upstairs to rest first. I will notify you when I make arrangements in a few days." .”

"it is good."

Ling Yueer nodded slightly, and went upstairs.

As soon as the quilt covered her face, the tears that had already dried up fell down again.

Lying on the bed, she couldn't help but began to recall the past in her mind.

The gentle care in the past is too starkly contrasted with the coldness of Hengmei today.

Thinking of the bed sheet she picked out by herself, and another woman will soon lie on it, there is still an indescribable pain spreading in her heart.

The sad thing is that I have put in so much effort, but still get nothing.

The world was turned upside down by Chen Xuan, or the unknown black hand behind it, and there was not even a single person to rely on.

Is she too useless?
probably.

She was lying here in humiliation at the moment, just because she didn't have enough rights to protect important people.

The idea of ​​calling the police just rose in his mind, but was suppressed again.

What if you call the police.

It is also impossible for the police to guard the orphanage all the time.

As long as Qi Jingan thinks about it, he can always seize the opportunity, and there are plenty of ways to torture them.

She can want nothing, but only Mother Huo and the orphanage must keep it.

The whole person seemed to be numb, lying unconscious.

The mind went blank.

After some time, she woke up from the dream.

It was already bright outside the window, she went downstairs in a daze, and found that the aunt was busy in the kitchen.

Seeing Ling Yue'er standing aside with a bloodless face, auntie's eyes flashed with sympathy.

"Why did you wake up so early? I heard...that you haven't slept all night, you must be hungry." She greeted warmly: "Sit first, the food will be ready soon."

She sat down dumbly.

The room was empty, and many things had been removed.

They are gone.

Ling Yue'er glanced at the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the flowers were still blooming.

It was the flowers he planted for her bit by bit when they were newly married. She sat on the swing of the big tree in the garden and watched him busy all afternoon.

He wanted to go up to help, but he justly pushed him away.

"This is a gift from me, how can you interfere?"

Now because of the move, many flower branches have been overwhelmed.

The bright red petals were scattered all over the ground, covered by the soil.

The heart that was already dripping with blood split open again, and something seemed to be churning wildly in the stomach that had been hungry all morning, and the nausea rushed up along with the nausea.

Ling Yueer took a deep breath.

"Those flowers outside, find someone to pull them out."

The aunt brought the bowl to the table, and her smile faded: "This... are you sure?"

"kindness."

Ling Yueer didn't want to say more.

She forced herself to finish her meal, went back upstairs, and reported Min Eunho's safety as if nothing had happened.

Then start the work of the game's original painting.

When I saw Qi Jingan again, it was three nights later.

Ling Yue'er took a bath, and when she saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure from the back, she was in a daze for a moment.

She came back quickly and saw a stack of documents on the table.

I don't want to say anything, why bother to pretend now.

"Look at the divorce agreement and sign it if there is no problem."

Qi Jingan looked at her with eyes as calm as water.

It's really a divorce agreement.

Ling Yueer wanted to laugh.

She raised the corners of her lips mockingly, picked up the divorce agreement, and read it carefully page by page.

After reading it, she finally understood why Qi Jingan insisted on signing the agreement.

Although Ling Yueer insisted on not wanting anything, he still gave 1% of the company's shares and the real estate she was currently living in as compensation.

The price is that she will lose her baby's visitation rights.

He didn't want the baby to be registered under her name, and even prepared to conceal the existence of the biological mother.

Ling Yueer watched silently, her eyes were red.

She bit her nails, and the other hand holding the agreement began to tremble.

How to do?
In the end how to do?
Should she accept her fate, or resist?

If there is a god in the sky watching, why not come and help her?

Ling Yue'er violently tore up the divorce agreement in her hand, and glared at Qi Jing'an viciously.

She made up her mind and didn't want to give in any more.

"The baby is mine, and I will never give him up to you."

"I have consulted with a lawyer. The custody of the newborn child will be awarded to the mother. Even if this agreement is signed, it will be invalid in court. Stop wishful thinking!"

Qi Jingan moved his fingertips slightly.

He looked at her greedily, and after seeing her for a few days, he realized that the contradictory longing in his heart was getting stronger.

Those beautiful almond eyes were always smiling, full of clear tenderness.

At this moment, it was replaced by a broken despair, like a stubborn fawn, with red wet eyes, revealing strength and oppression.

The completely opposite eyes gave him a different kind of freshness.

There is also a hint of conquest.

Maybe it was because he had just downed a few glasses of wine that he suddenly had an absurd thought.

What would it be like if such eyes were occupied by lust?