Piggy is a furry toy that Joan gave her.

"Where's the pig?"

Little glutinous rice scratched his head with one hand and thought for a moment, "it seems to be on a hemp bed."

"Dad, go find it."

Mu Jingxi went into the bedroom. The quilt was flat. He didn't see the pig plush toy.

He looked around for a while and finally opened the drawer.

Sure enough, the pink pig lay quietly in the drawer.

Thin lips lifted a pleasant arc, "found it."

He picked up the pink pig. As soon as he was about to close the drawer, he saw an A4 paper with a black title.

Divorce agreement.

The five big characters stimulated his pupils to tighten suddenly.

Although he knew it was impolite to read her things privately, he still couldn't control his hand and took out the divorce agreement.

Mu Jingxi tasted his heart like a knife. The divorce agreement was hit by Joan.

She's signed. He's the only one left.

He laughed at himself, his eyes scarlet.

Before coming tonight, he brought a USB flash drive and was ready to restore everything to her with the monitoring screen.

Now it seems that she is ready to leave him.

Not only don't want him, but also leave with little glutinous rice.

Joan, Joan

Silently reciting these two words in his heart, his breathing seemed to have thorns, which hurt him.

His tall body staggered back a step. He held his forehead with one hand and gasped in embarrassment.

"Dad, are you ready?"

In the living room, there was a rush from little glutinous rice.

Mu Jingxi put the divorce agreement back intact.

He adjusted his breathing, depressed himself and went out with the pink pig.

"Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Looking at him, little glutinous rice forgot to reach out and pick up the pig.

She asked, "Dad, did you cry?"

"... No." Mu Jingxi's voice was hoarse, like rough sandpaper rubbing on the wall.

It's hard to hear.

He took the little pig, held the little glutinous rice in his arms and gave a dull "Oh".

The cartoon can't attract all her attention. From time to time, she takes a look at Jingxi.

Dad is so strange tonight.

Why doesn't dad talk all the time?

Dad's eyes are red, as if he had cried.

Every minute, every second, is suffering for mu Jingxi.

He sat like a needle and felt.

I want to ask Joanne why!

Why divorce!

Why, abandon him.

It's probably not love. Only if you don't love can you make such a decision.

Also, he never felt her love.

In this marriage, in this relationship, he is always the one who can be easily abandoned.

Always.

After all, little glutinous rice couldn't wait for Joan to come back. He was so tired that he fell asleep in Mu Jingxi's arms.

At twelve, Joan came back.

Her face was tired and her face was not very good. When she saw Mu Jing sitting on the sofa, the disgust at the bottom of her eyes immediately rushed up.

Without any disguise.

Mu Jingxi saw that his pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart seemed to be punctured by thousands of steel needles.

The pain is too painful to breathe.

Even breathing, with knife like pain.

"San Shao, you haven't rested yet?" Xia Lin opened his mouth and broke the silence.

Mu Jingxi waved his hand. Xia Lin said wisely, "I'll go to the kitchen to have a hot snack first."

Joan walked straight to the bedroom. There was a rapid sound of footsteps behind her, and her wrist was gripped in an instant.

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