Chapter 490

This man without face and skin is really headstrong. He can treat her as something. For a while, he will divorce, for a while, he will not leave, for a while, he will be cruel to her, and for a while, he will be so gentle.

Is he using the stick and sugar policy for her?

Tears in the eyes inside turning, song Qinghuan bit his lip, "when the cold, I have not said, don't be so gentle to me!"

She raised her head and glared at him angrily. "If we are destined to divorce and separate, then I hope you can be cruel!"

Tears, one by one hit on the floor, "your good, I am not rare."

"How can you not be rare?" When the cold hook lips, deep eyes with a smile, raised his hand, gently wipe away her tears, "you think I can't see, song Qinghuan, you love me, love to death!"

"You..." Song Qing was angry and trembled with shame.

How dare he say to her so justly She loves him?

She doesn't love him, how could she love him

"Huan'er, I told you to divorce. You're angry. I know that." When the cold in her slightly trembling lips, gently kiss again, "you don't want to divorce, I have thought about it before, but I didn't think you directly..."

Song Qinghuan interrupted him, choking: "who said I don't want to divorce, I want to leave!"

Shi Yuhan said softly: "what you are saying is angry, I know, but it doesn't matter. It's up to you what you want. If you really want a divorce, divorce. As long as you come back to me at last, you can do whatever you want."

Song Qinghuan is speechless. Why is this man so arrogant that he dares to say such words?

If she really separated from him, she would never come back to him, no matter what.

But now, he said it like this, as if she was just playing with reserve, just carrying a shelf, just affectation.

No, she's not, she's not!

Song Qinghuan was very angry. He raised his leg and kicked shiyuhan hard. He pushed him away: "shiyuhan, don't be arrogant. I don't love you. I hate you. I hate you the most!"

She was so ashamed, so anxious, so embarrassed, so angry, but she felt so wronged.

As soon as he pushed it away to keep out the cold, song Qinghuan turned around and tried to open the bathroom door. However, he held her hand tightly with his big hands. Then he pulled her from behind and held her in his arms.

"Keep out of the cold, don't make trouble!" Song Qinghuan struggled, but he couldn't make it.

So she put her hands and feet together, and beat, kick and bite when she faced him, but when she faced him, it was useless for him.

When the cold embrace her, from behind to kiss her, hard to kiss, said to be a kiss, rather than in intense mutual bite, the lip are bitten, blood flow down.

Hearing song Qinghuan's painful voice, Yuhan released her, "it's not me, it's you."

Song Qinghuan glared at him angrily, his chest undulating rapidly because of the blow, "you are like this, I hate you more!"

When the cold tightly staring at her, hook lips with arrogant arrogance: "so, that's a little more annoying."

With this gesture, he pressed song Qinghuan directly on the bathroom door and pulled off her trousers. When there was no more stop, he stabbed her directly from the back.

"Well, hum!" Song Qinghuan is very impatient and wriggles desperately.