"Su Mo, I've really tried. I try my best to be a good wife and try my best to love you. It's good for you. However, I never thought that I was just a double in your heart..."
"Su Mo, if you still have a trace of sympathy for me, would you please let me go?"
She was almost pleading, tears streaming down.
He looked at her in amazement. Wei Jiaren had never revealed such a real and fragile emotion in front of him, which was distressing.
He has always ignored that Wei Jiaren also needs care and care.
"Jia Ren." he murmured in a low, deep voice, got up, pulled her into his arms and kissed her all over the place.
"Let go, it hurts!" Wei Jiaren pushed him back, and his tears became even worse.
Su Mo frowned and let go of her. Despite her resistance, she rolled up her sleeves, and the scar on her arm was still bleeding.
"Angie hurt it?"
Wei Jia's indifferent side opening cheek is equivalent to default.
Su Mo's deep eyes flashed a touch of love. He took her hand and gave her a cold kiss, "Jiaren, I can explain Angie..."
"No, I don't want to hear anything."
Wei Jiaren covered his ears with both hands and retreated excitedly until his body hit the hard wall.
She didn't want to hear a word about their story.
If she knew there was an angel in his heart, she wouldn't marry him at all.
I hope it's not too late to stop now.
Su Mo looked at her slightly and nodded, "OK, don't say anything. Jiaren, we're not very calm today. Can we talk another day?"
He sat back on the sofa, took the financial newspaper of the day and looked through it. Everything suddenly returned to silence, as if it had just been Wei Jia's wayward mischief.
Wei Jiaren smiled bitterly and held the suitcase again. "Su Mo, I'm not discussing with you. I'm just telling you my decision."
She really doesn't know how to go on with him!
Since she doesn't know how to continue, it seems that divorce is the only choice she can make.
She was willing to set him free.
Let him go, but also let yourself go.
This feeling is very bad and makes Wei Jia feel uncomfortable.
Perhaps Shen Qingqing is right. What he gets is bitter.
Hearing this, Su Mo put down his newspaper. Jun's face was always calm, his eyes were deep, but he couldn't see any emotion. "What do you want me to do? Jiaren, divorce is not the only way to solve the problem."
"I just want you to let me go and let me live."
Wei Jiaren's voice trembled slightly, but his attitude was very firm.
It is silence again, which makes people almost unable to breathe.
After a long time, Su Mo got up and came to her like a gentleman. He didn't do anything. He just looked at her with his head slightly lowered. His deep and sharp eyes had made Wei Jia people timid, as if she was the one who did wrong.
"If that's what you want, well, I'll make it happen to you."
Su Mo turned and slammed the door.
The door slammed, which made Wei Jia's heart tremble——
Wei Jiaren stood in a daze, and the suitcase in his palm became a little hot.
Now she is neither leaving nor staying.
She couldn't figure out what Su Mo meant when he left?
The rapid ringing of the mobile phone suddenly broke the silence of the room.
Wei Jiaren looked at the caller ID, but it was su Mo who called. Did he figure it out and agree to divorce?!