Song Qinghuan gave her a smile, "thank you. We've calmed down. Please go through the formalities for us."
The aunt glanced at Song Qinghuan, then took a look at the cold.
See when the cold, indifferent face, such as snow, expressionless, strangers do not look near, they will not persuade what.
She said, "give me the information and I'll go through the formalities for you."
Song Qinghuan did not understand and asked, "what information do you want?"
As soon as her face sank, the corner of her mouth said: "marriage certificate, you don't think you can get divorced. As long as two people come, you can get divorced."
Song Qinghuan stammered his lips, looking embarrassed.
It's obvious that she thinks that if someone comes, she can get divorced.
When she looked at him, she kept warm and asked softly, "where's the wedding book?"
The two marriage books were in his hands. At that time, he said he would keep them, but she didn't take any of them.
When the cold thin lips always tight, silent, Jun face pale and tight, eyes staring at her.
All of a sudden, the tension and coldness between the eyebrows and eyes gradually faded, and changed into a kind of elegant laziness and banter.
He said with a smile, "huan'er, is it fun? Do you feel different when you play this game again? "
Song Qinghuan is stunned. What's funny or not? It's obvious that she doesn't understand the meaning of Yuhan dialect.
Can be next to the staff, to understand in an instant.
Aunt angry, slapped on the table: "you young people, what's wrong with playing, run to the Civil Affairs Bureau to play, believe it or not, I'll call the police to catch you."
Song Qinghuan was startled and reacted quickly.
Her face turned red. She wanted to find a hole in the ground and couldn't stay any longer. She quickly dragged it away to keep out the cold.
Parking lot, she angrily to the cold when a roar: "you have no mistake, how can you say such words, after this who give us the formalities."
When the cold, a pair of cold black eyes, condensing the wind.
His hand pinched song Qinghuan's shoulder, so tight that his bone marrow was convulsed. The tightening force seemed to break her: "Song Qinghuan!"
The voice of shiyuhan was not very loud, but it was very deep and cold, and he was still angry, even a little bit irritable: "have you had enough trouble? You are pregnant and have a bad temper. I know. I'll follow you what you want. What's the matter with you holding me here without saying a word? If you want to get a divorce, I'll tell you not to. "
Song Qing Huan was stunned. She didn't see her for a long time. She was scared and didn't make a sound.
When the cold looked down at her, like a child sulky, eyelashes fluttering fan, it seems that there are still some at a loss.
Heart, hard a soft.
He took a long breath, tone slowed down again, hands habitually rubbed her head: "what to go back to say, the wind is strong, you are not suitable for long standing."
Song Qinghuan turned to one side of his head and avoided his palm.
Then, she looked into Shi Yuhan's eyes and said seriously: "Shi Yuhan, I didn't fight with you. I'm not angry with you. I'm serious about divorce. I don't want to live any longer."
A trace of bloodthirsty cold, suddenly flashed over the cold eyes.
Shi Yuhan half narrowed his eyes, wrapped her fingers around her hair, and pressed her in his arms. It seemed that he was forcing song Qinghuan to calm down, as well as forcing himself to calm down: "then tell me seriously, why do you want a divorce? Why don't you want to go down? "