After the divorce, the ex-husband who begged for his name cried

Chapter 1 Let's Divorce!
"Miss Xia, your calf is severely bruised. In order to avoid more serious consequences, please contact your family and take you home."

Having just encountered a car accident, Xia Ci woke up from a coma, and the attending doctor issued a notice with a solemn expression on his face.

"I..., okay!"

Her face was still pale, suppressing the severe pain in her calf, she hesitated for a while, Xia Ci took the notice.

"Uncle..."

Gathering up her courage, Xia Ci finally dialed the uncle's phone number on the phone.

"Tell me, how much does it cost?"

As soon as the phone was connected, Huo Tingyao's cold and impatient voice came over.

"What do you think? How about uncle, you reward with your heart?"

Enduring the flushed eyes, Xia Ci on the phone sounded sweet and smiling.

"You are so cheap..."

Huo Tingyao gritted his molars with a black face, as if it was a waste to say one more word, and hung up the phone immediately.

"Your account has received 100 million yuan."

Immediately afterwards, the news of the WeChat account rang.

The corner of Xia Ci's mouth twitched with mockery and bitterness.

Struggling hard, bloodshot eyes had already leaked out from under the medical bandages on her calf, Xia Ci hopped out of the hospital on one leg despite the doctor's dissuasion.

"Miss Xia, when are you going to get divorced? The baby in my stomach is already three months old, and I don't want him to be born without an aboveboard identity."

After getting into the taxi with difficulty, the voice of WeChat rang.

It belonged to Bai Xinyou, and a B-ultrasound photo of the baby was attached with the WeChat.

"Auntie, can you let your baby have an aboveboard status? That's up to you and uncle. Why do you come to me? Anyway, I'm still young, only 23 years old, so I can afford to wait."

After typing, Xia Ci then put down the phone, ignoring the white-hearted and livid face on the other end of WeChat.

The taxi continued to drive forward, but it couldn't suppress the flood of pain in the little woman's heart.

……

Off work time in three days.

Huo Tingyao stepped down from the Maybach with his long legs. The man was tall and tall, his facial features were as handsome as a knife, and the movement of inserting his slender fingers into his trouser pocket was simple but noble, but his breath was very cold.

"Is your wife not there?"

Slightly frowning his eyebrows, with a gloomy breath, the man glanced at Aunt Liu who was standing at the door of the villa.

As long as he came back after get off work, that little woman would be smiling and waiting at the door for him to go home.

Although nine times out of ten, I asked myself for money.

"My wife is injured, and I can't move my leg yet."

Huo Tingyao is usually cold, and when he looks a little angry, he is even colder. Aunt Liu hurriedly answered honestly.

"Injured? How did you get hurt?"

"Car accident."

"Ah."

Heart suffocated, Huo Tingyao continued to walk towards the second floor.

"Uncle, you're back!"

Leaning on crutches, Xia Ci stood at the door of the stairs on the second floor. She was youthful and greeted her with a habitual smile.

"Ah."

Huo Tingyao paused, then continued to nod, his cold eyes scanned the woman's calf, paused for a few seconds, and then walked towards the study.

A long hair just stuck to the white shirt on the back of the man, like a sharp knife, swearing something with its teeth and claws.He stabbed hard at the already scarred heart, and blood flowed immediately.

"Uncle, let's get a divorce!"

(End of this chapter)