Turning around, taking a few deep breaths, putting on a ruthless face, handing the paper to Mu Shuiling's hand, "Sign it."
With a sneer, the few big words clearly written in black and white on her hand made her eyes hurt deeply.
Holding back the tears, looking up, looking at Cheng Lin with complicated eyes, "Where is Moss? Where is he? I want to see him!"
"Please sign." Even the word "Sister-in-law" was spared. Cheng Lin's answer was not at all warm.
Mu Shuiling was disheartened, pushed Cheng Lin away, ran downstairs, got into a car, and left.
In the car, she couldn't help crying.
Tell yourself that she should not trust anyone until Mosgot personally proved it.
But why, she couldn't help but cry...
It seemed that Cheng Rin had confirmed the uneasiness in her heart, but she was unwilling to believe it.
At the door of a certain group, Mu Shuiling rushed straight to the presidential office.
But when she opened the door, she was shocked.
With his back to her, the two people in front of him hugged each other, tightly, with almost no gap.
Mu Shuiling was trembling, holding the divorce agreement in his hand, and stood at the door, but he was reluctant to take a step forward.
It seemed that her arrival had disturbed two affectionate people.
She clearly looked at her heart, and was ruthlessly thrown to the ground and trampled hard.
He was clearly coming to Mosjue to ask clearly, but in front of him, he had already told her everything he wanted to ask.
All the words were put in my throat, and I didn't even have the courage to speak out the last goodbye.
Once again, she ran away in a panic.
There is no need for explanation, everything Moscow did is no longer something that can be solved by explanation.
Back at the villa, Cheng Lin was still there.
Maintaining the last dignity, holding back the tears from wetting the divorce agreement, picking up the pen, writing your name on it, and writing it in one stroke at a time.
Resolutely, she turned around and left, and everything she had in the villa was abandoned.
She was homeless and didn't dare to see Mommy or Xiaoxiao. She became an abandoned cat and was left on the street.
It was like a zombie walking on the road, and passers-by ignored her guidance.
The sun was bright, but in front of her, she was covered in dust.
She can't see the sunshine or the future. After experiencing all kinds of hardships, her life has ended today.
Tired of walking, lying down on the bench in the park.
But in an instant, I burst into tears.
Tears that had been enduring for a long time slipped down from her cheeks uncontrollably, as if mocking her for being in a state of decline and depravity.
It was obvious that she had not had any illness, but why did her heart hurt so much?
It hurts so much that I can’t speak, so painful that I can’t breathe, so painful that I can’t help myself, so painful that I cry loudly.
Before she met Moscow, she thought she could live well.
But when she was used to having and enjoying everything Moscow gave, she was kicked away with a fierce kick.
The past ambiguity, past pampering, and past all kinds of things are vivid in my mind.
She didn't want to, nor could she believe that Mosjer would do that, but she... clearly saw all this with her own eyes.
All explanations and all expectations are submerged in that seamless embrace.
The person she loved hurt her the most.
She handed her heart and body over to him, but she received a divorce agreement and a hug with her back to her and other women.
Moss, you are so cruel!
(Ah!! I'm a turtle again, the typing speed is getting slower and slower, there are two more updates, it's hard to do it!)