warm marriage sweet love

Chapter 77 Divorce

It was getting late, and the trees outside the window were dense, all melted into dark shadows by the twilight.

Rong Zhenye came back earlier than usual.

He didn't turn on the light, and stood silently in front of the window.

The window was wide open, and what broke into the living room was not only the twilight, but also the chill that came with the wind.

"Xiaoye, you're back." She said in a low voice.

He didn't respond, didn't move, and didn't seem to hear her.The window screen fluttered in the wind, making his tall body seem like a black silhouette.

She approached slowly, smelling the faint smell of alcohol on his body, only to find that he was holding a glass of whiskey in his hand.

Have a drink?
She was slightly startled, thinking of seeing Qin Xuelu eating alone in the restaurant in the afternoon, the guess of the quarrel turned into a certainty, and this time the quarrel might be very fierce.

"Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to cook a bowl of noodles for you?" She deliberately put her tone softly, with a sense of comfort.

He turned around.

In the twilight, his face was pale and pale, his eyes were dark and deep, shining a cold light in the darkness.

She felt a chill coming, and she couldn't help shivering.

"Xiao Ye, women are insecure, I think you should get married quickly, so that you won't quarrel all the time." She tried to give him a relieved smile, and by the way, she also said what she wanted to say next .

"What do you mean?" Rong Zhenye frowned thickly, the thinking of this idiot was always not on the same channel as him.

Yi Youxia took out a can of frozen mineral water from the refrigerator and handed it to him, trying to calm him down, but he didn't drink it, and threw it directly on the table, "Speak clearly." He had an orderly tone.

She sighed softly, and decided to get straight to the point: "I want to say, it's time to fix our relationship and marry someone you really like."

A muscle on his face twitched violently.

He understood what she meant.

"How to fix it?" He deliberately pretended not to understand, and there was still a little fantasy left in his heart.

She pursed her lips. For some reason, there was an unspeakable struggle and conflict in her heart, but she didn't want to think about it, and chose to ignore it: "Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the formalities sometime?" She said in a low voice. The sound exploded in the living room like a thunderbolt, hurt every nerve in him, and shattered his tiny illusions.

"Where are your parents?" He gritted his teeth, the muscles around his lips were tense, but his voice remained calm, like the dark tide before the tsunami, flowing slowly and low, and it would get out of control at any time and set off a stormy sea.

"For them, I will explain, just say that our personalities are not compatible." She said it so easily, so naturally, so indifferently, as if it had been planned long ago.

The moonlight and twilight intertwined shadows, which quietly smeared on his face, making his expression dim, only a pair of eyes seemed to be burned by the fire, blood red, "Is it because of Xia Yuhan, he is not married, let you Have hope again?" He clenched his teeth, the veins on his forehead rolled, his breathing was heavy and short, stirring the dull air in his chest.In the afternoon, as soon as she came out of the restaurant, Qin Xuelu called him and told him what she saw. She wanted to kill the hidden enemy in the cradle.

"Anyway, sooner or later, we have to leave. It's better to end it sooner, so that we can all pursue our own happiness freely." Her voice lowered, and his expression was so complicated that she couldn't understand it, but it was obvious It was not what she imagined, there was no excitement, no joy, no comfort, only... Pain!
pain?

How can it be?

Why is he in pain? He should be happy. Without her hindrance, he can communicate with Qin Xuelu freely.

She was wrong, she must have been wrong, it was too dark!

When she was puzzled, he rushed to the bar, poured a large glass of whiskey, and drank it down with his head raised.

The strong force of the liquor burned his throat.

"You love him that much?" His voice was also burnt by alcohol and was extremely hoarse.

"Yes, I have loved him for five years. He is my dream and a part of my life! Don't you also have..."

With a sharp "bang", the wine glass in his hand was crushed, and the glass splashed everywhere, and her voice was also stuck in her throat by the sudden impact.

Blood flowed from his palm, dripping onto the floor like bright red roses blooming.His handsome face was distorted in pain, his brows were twisted together fiercely, and there were several knife-like marks between his brows.His eyes shone with a ferocious cold light like a wounded cheetah, and he stared at her deeply, as if he wanted to peel her off layer by layer, take out the soul inside, and see clearly.

Her face turned pale as paper, it was the first time she had seen him with such a ferocious expression, fear and confusion rose in her heart at the same time.She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

Suddenly, he swept over like a gust of wind, grabbed her arm, lifted her whole body from the floor like an eagle twisting a chick, and threw her heavily onto the sofa.

(End of this chapter)