President, please spoil me!

Xing Hua clutched the pillow tightly, and forced herself to refute, "Just...even if I don't work, it can only mean that I am a full-time wife at home, but is it that the full-time wife is useless and does not contribute to the family? You are a big Macho prejudice!"

The man squinted his eyes and chewed the four words, "Full-time wife?" He removed the cigarette between his lips, flicked the ash with his slender fingers, and smiled, "Are you talking about laundry, cooking, or taking care of the children?"

No need to ask, she didn't have any.

Huo Sicheng casually continued to smoke, a bit decadent and sexy, and when the smoke was lingering, it was even more depraved and tempting, "You have slept with me, but if it's money, it's really a job—— Whore."

He doesn't like her, despises her, even loathes her.

Xing Hao's eyes were red, and her white hands were twisted into balls, "Since you despise me so much, why did you marry me in the first place?"

Huo Sicheng puffed out a puff of smoke in her direction, and said frivolously, "Because you are beautiful, it is a man's instinct to be greedy and monopolize beauty."

"It's also a man's instinct to like the new and dislike the old?"

"How superficial a man will be attracted by a surface for a lifetime."

Xing Hua lowered her head in frustration.

Yes, she just has a pretty face. If she has no education, how much connotation can a woman with a junior high school education have? She is lazy and doesn't even have a job. She is simply luxurious and lustful.

Straw bag, oh no, vase.

It's even worse now, with no relatives, no friends, her husband doesn't want her anymore, no money, no job... even the ability to survive is close to zero.

Then once she got out of this hospital, wouldn't she not even have a place to live and no food?

What's the point of living like this, why didn't she get hit by a car and die?

Xing Hao hugged the pillow, imagining the gloomy future, and began to cry silently.

Tears quickly wet the pillow, soaking a dark color.

From the moment she shed the first tear, Huo Sicheng's heart trembled. Unexpectedly, the more she cried, the more vigorously she cried. Before she had the intention to stop, she immediately became irritable, and said in a vicious and indifferent voice, "Why are you crying? Cry no more."

Xing Hao was immersed in her sad mood, and was so fierce that she shook all over, and then her grievance was magnified countless times, and her temper suddenly came up, she raised her face and shouted at him, "I'm just crying, is it hindering you?" I have amnesia, I don’t even know who I am, I don’t remember anything, I don’t know anything, I have no parents, no friends, and my husband doesn’t want me anymore. I’ve been married to you for two years and you won’t give me a dime Me, now I will be scolded for crying, why do you hate me so much and save me, just let me die!"

"..."

She cried louder and louder, as if she wanted to fight against him deliberately, and more like she wanted to vent the loneliness, grievance and fear of these days.

No one will understand, no past and no future, no relatives and friends, what kind of feeling is that, as if you are a superfluous product in the world, no one will know if you disappear, no one will care.

She always looks forward to him, because he is the only bond.

But this man is so ruthless.

Huo Sicheng was smoking a cigarette quietly, her small figure was reflected in her bottomless black eyes, she was white and thin, hugging her knees and burying herself in the pillow, crying silently, her shoulders shaking, pitiful It's too bad.

He really hates this damned woman.

And because of her few tears, he seemed to be caught in the heart.

He suddenly remembered that that beautiful and cold woman never cried or shed tears.

Huo Sicheng suddenly lost his mood. He stood up blankly, snuffed out the cigarette butt with his fingers, threw it into the trash can, then turned and walked out the door. When his hand was holding the doorknob and was about to pull it open, behind him The woman's already softened voice sounded, "Husband..."

His movements stopped.

Xing Hua looked at the tall and straight figure through her hazy vision, bit her lip and said slowly, "Can I not get a divorce?"

The ward was very quiet, and the hidden sobbing of the woman could be heard clearly.

After a while, just when Xing Hua thought he would open the door and leave, the man casually dropped three words, "It's up to you."

Xing Hua was stunned, just... whatever her?

"Really...really?"

His tone turned indifferent, "It was you who wanted to leave."

…………

As soon as Huo Sicheng went out, he saw Shen Huainan wearing a white coat.

The other party raised his eyebrows, "I really don't understand you guys. Those who love you to death are going to divorce suddenly. I wish there was no such person in the world, and they never left without such a great opportunity."

"..."

in the office.

Tang Yan was leaning lazily in front of the window, dressed in black and black trousers, his outline was a little softer than Huo Sicheng and Shen Huainan, but his temperament was the coldest.

Shen Huainan was wearing a white coat, with a warm and personable demeanor.

"Old Tang, just now Miss Xing Xiaohua asked Mr. Huo if we could not get a divorce, and Mr. Huo readily agreed... Is he finally falling in love after a long time, or is it because the iron tree bloomed and suddenly became sympathetic?"

Huo Sicheng glanced at him coldly, "Who is Xing Xiaohua? Are you her father and why did you change her name?"

Shen Huainan shrugged, "Don't you think her temperament has changed drastically after amnesia, is the name Xing Xiaohua more suitable for her? Your Mrs. Huo used to be a flower of Xueling, beautiful and picturesque, the name Xing Hua suits her very well, now? ...you saw it too."

Miss Xing's high profile is completely natural, and it is no exaggeration to say that she is a natural flower of Gaoling.

But later, they felt that the term "Flower of Gaoling" was a bit commonplace for Ms. Xing, and "Flower of Xueling" was more suitable.

Of course, there is also a darker name - the flower of blood mountain.

Huo Sicheng half closed his eyes, his expression unpredictable.

Tang Yan lit a cigarette, took a puff skillfully, and said lightly after puffing out the smoke, "That woman has a Himalaya-like backer behind her, the marriage and divorce went smoothly, but Si Chengneng dumped her, and the divorce didn't go well ...The whole world can lose and go bankrupt, can you leave it?"

"If it's me...Of course I won't leave," Shen Huainan stroked his chin, and smiled casually, "If Miss Xing is so infatuated with me, I'll just follow her, why should I leave?"

"..."

"You know shit."

"That's right, ordinary men really can't stand her."

Tang Yan asked coolly, "That woman, are you sure you have lost your memory?"

Shen Huainan smiled, "Mr. Huo should know this best."

"If neither the car accident nor amnesia was directed and acted by her...then why did she suddenly agree to divorce before the car accident?"

Huo Sicheng looked indifferent, "I don't know."

Shen Huainan put his chin in his head and thought, "It shouldn't be, I think with her infatuated attitude towards you, if you two die one day, you won't buy two tombstones and bury them as husband and wife's tomb, she will have to cremate you together. The ashes were put in a box and a hole was dug and buried."