The magic doctor explodes the cute concubine

Chapter 1370 We Divorce 8
She turned her face away, not daring to look at his pitiful appearance again.

She turned around and walked out the door, saying as she walked, "From today on, between you and me, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road. You sign the divorce agreement yourself and keep it. Don't interfere with your future marriage. I wish you... happiness. "

After a pause, he finally said those two words.

It turns out that wishing your ex happiness is not such a difficult thing.

At least at this time, Canaan has not been resurrected, and I propose the divorce. I can still wish you so generously.If you propose the future, I'm afraid I won't be so benevolent and kind to wish you happiness.

When she walked to the door, the little black cat sprang out from the corner cleverly, and followed Mu Furong's feet. Mu Furong looked down at the little black cat, and looked up at his extremely lonely back standing there.

Taking a last deep look, she gently closed the door.

Hearing the sound of closing the door behind him, the last shred of hope in Emperor Huangfu's heart was extinguished like a lamp being blown out by the wind.

The heart becomes cold.

Like this cold, gray living room.

His body was on the verge of falling, and he couldn't even stand upright for a moment. He walked to the soft couch in two or three steps. His body was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, and he fell limply on the couch, like a worn-out rag.

The whole person seems to have lost his soul, without a trace of emotion.

She stared blankly at the divorce agreement on the small coffee table, which had her flamboyant and bold characters on it.

In those purple eyes, there was a bleak and cold snow color.

—— Mu Furong, who was standing outside the door, leaned against the door panel and did not leave. Hearing that there was no special horror in the house, she took a leisurely glance at the bright moonlight.

This is how the world is.

No matter who leaves, in fact, the sun rises and the sun sets, and God never has mercy on anyone.

The sky will not fall, the earth will be destroyed, the landslide will not happen, or the tsunami will happen because of someone.

She walked to the lake, looked at the majestic Weiyang Lake, took a breath of the cool breeze on the lake, then turned around, looked at Luxi Courtyard between Jiangxue Garden and Fengyuan, and smiled bitterly.

Pat your cheeks hard, Mu Furong, Mu Furong, even if you have experienced ups and downs in life, tomorrow's game will have to go on as usual, and you and Xiaotao Weiluo can't show a look of loss and sadness.

You are the strongest man! !
Just a man.

Walking back to the Luxi courtyard, I wanted to use the key to open the door, but raised the corners of my mouth and knocked quietly.

Xiaotao rubbed her eyes and opened the door in a daze, but she woke up when she saw Mu Furong, "Miss—"

Mu Furong said with a pleasant smile: "Xiao Tao, I want to sleep here for the competition tomorrow."

The performance is as usual, and there is no flaw or abnormality at all.

The little black cat was tense on her shoulders.

"This is Miss's yard." Xiao Tao dragged Mu Furong in, and led her upstairs with a lantern.He also pointed to Wei Luo's room, "Wei Luo has already fallen asleep." Holding Mu Furong's arm again and not letting go, Xiao Niao said softly, "Miss, do you want to sleep in the same room as me?"

Mu Furong tapped Xiaotao's head, "Idiot, I'll just sleep in my room, you go to sleep."

"Okay, then Xiaotao will call you tomorrow morning." Yawning, Xiaotao, who was very simple-minded, didn't notice any emotion on Mu Furong's body.

Seeing Xiaotao enter the room, Mu Furong put away her smiling face, walked back into the room, closed the door, and looked at [home], which she hadn't come back for a few days, the furnishings were as usual, everything was wiped clean, It can be seen that Xiaotao cleans every day, not even a trace of dust.

She stood in the room, like a boneless person, fell onto the bed with a snap, and buried her face in the quilt.

The little black cat jumped onto the pillow, and its golden-brown vertical pupils stared at its owner for a moment.

Looking at the head buried in the quilt, he was whimpering and crying.

(End of this chapter)