President, go away!

Wei Jiaren chatted with Shen Qingqing after work and went back to the villa.

When she got home, she began to pack up.

Finally, I only packed a small suitcase.

This is all she has in the family.

The wardrobe is full of famous brand clothes and bags, and all kinds of expensive jewelry are placed on the dresser. Su Mo will order someone to send the latest one every season.

Wei Jiaren was only responsible for hanging those clothes in the wardrobe one by one, but he never wore them and didn't even take down the tag.

She has been married for two years. She has never spent a penny from Su mo. she doesn't want to be a vine around the tree. She thinks she is a kapok and can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Just a big man like Su Mo, he may want women to take him as their God.

She sat on the soft big bed and gently stroked the snow-white bed with her palm. At this time, her mind was blank.

After two years of marriage, there are too few memories belonging to them, and there is no way to find his memory.

She smiled bitterly, shook her head, put the key of the villa on the tea table, and then picked up the suitcase to go out.

From the beginning to the end, Su Mo didn't love her or even like her. The reason why he married her was that he regarded her as a double.

In that case, it's no fun to continue.

So that's it.

Before she walked out of the villa door, Su Mo came back. His eyes stared coldly at the suitcase in her hand and soon understood her mind.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Wei Jiaren looked at him faintly and smiled faintly. Her voice was surprisingly calm. She held the palm of the trolley box tightly. She said, "Su Mo, let's divorce."

Su Mo said nothing coldly. He threw his coat on the sofa and sat down gracefully. His legs naturally overlapped. He lit a cigarette and took a deep breath before opening his mouth, "I didn't hear you clearly. What did you just say? Say it again."

The unusual calm he showed made Wei Jiaren a little flustered.

How many times can it change?

This marriage was not pure from the beginning. She didn't know any reason to continue.

"I said, we are divorced." her lips trembled, biting word by word very clearly.

"Divorce?" he smiled coldly, his dark eyes were terrible, his palms were clenched on his side, and his slender fingers were suffused with abnormal cyan.

He needs extreme forbearance to stop exposing his true emotions in front of her.

He flew back and racked his brains all the way to explain to her. He even wanted to tell her everything

But he rushed back, but she coldly threw him two words: divorce.

Oh, divorce?

She doesn't even think about it.

"Wei Jiaren, how dare you say the word divorce so easily?"

He pressed the cigarette butts of his fingertips into the ashtray with great strength, just like venting.

Weijia people almost heard the sound of sparks splashing.

Even if he remained silent, she still felt the anger and frost in his aura.

She knew how dangerous Su Mo was in her anger, but she would rather be broken at this moment than continue to live like a walking corpse and beast.

Wei Jiaren raised a sarcastic smile on his lips, and his clean eyes gradually filled with water mist.

"Is it because we started too badly and were destined to have no happiness?"