And away.
In fact, Nan Huai had thought about this before getting married and when he had not met his wife.
He didn't think about reconciliation.
Reconciliation is the joint decision of husband and wife to separate.
But in this society, women are respected, and most women will not allow their husbands to reconcile.
At most, the wife-owner divorced her husband unilaterally.
Nan Huai had such an idea.
He didn't expect Miss Yun's family to reconcile, as long as she hated him and divorced him someday in the future.
For this reason, he read Hugh's official documents and silently wrote down the contents. In this way, when she decides to divorce him in the future, the two can easily write down the agreement.
But at this moment, every word and sentence in Xiuhu's official documents slowly came to mind like a curse.
"Because the husband and wife are not compatible, I hereby divorce the letter. I hope that after the separation, the husband will form a good relationship and regain a happy marriage. You and I will eliminate the grievances and grievances, and will not interfere again. One separation and two leniency, each will be happy."
…
One difference and two widths, everyone is happy.
The boy gripped the umbrella handle tightly.
The cold face was pale, and the eyelashes trembled slightly for a moment, and the drizzle fell between the slender eyelashes, soaking them slightly damp.
He blinked slightly.
The voice was so soft that I could hardly hear it, but the trembling of the voice was very clear.
He even thought she could hear it too.
There was an uneasy trembling in the hoarse voice, like a pet about to be abandoned.
He pursed his lips and whispered almost whisperingly:
"Don't be angry, wife master, it's not like that, I'm not like that, that's all in the past... I was very defensive back then, I knew I did something wrong, I won't do that now..."
His pupils were filled with deep panic, so frail and pale that he almost begged.
The girl looked at him quietly, and suddenly hooked her lips, revealing his familiar dimples.
She lowered her head, she didn't get angry or angry, she just shrugged.
"Everything in the world cannot be as you wish. If you hate me, I will stay away from you, and if you like me, I will forgive you?"
An indescribable dull pain suddenly surged up in his heart, the young man's face turned pale for a moment, his lips moved, and his expression was blank.
She took a step forward with her eyes downcast, and stepped into the pouring rain. The rain instantly wet the girl's long hair and slipped down along the line of her beautiful chin.
The little prince opened his eyes wide, and immediately obediently covered her head with the umbrella. He also felt his hands tremble a little, as if there was something he couldn't grasp, which made people panic. He lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips.
Can only repeat: "I'm not asking you to forgive, I'm just, I want a chance..."
Suddenly feeling unbearably wronged, the young man pursed his lips, raised his fair index finger, and looked at her pitifully with his light-colored pupils, "Just once, just once."
Once full of disgust and disgust, now he can only beg, helpless and flustered, waiting for the other party's verdict.
She wanted to treat him well for the rest of her life, but he refused to give it. Now, for the rest of his life, even if he wanted to hold it to her with both hands piously, the other party just swept it inadvertently, and never reached out to take it again.
Yun Xia was stunned for a few seconds, then glanced at Prime Minister Mo who was watching the theater not far away.
She turned to the boy and said:
"Ah Huai, you shouldn't like me. As a person, I don't want to understand other people's difficulties and difficulties. I have been hated by you before, so I will hate you."
She paused, and said: "If someone treats me like you do, I've been divorced hundreds of times. I said I'm good enough for you."
(end of this chapter)