"Come on, Qiqi, eat more." Jinhua picked up the vegetables and put them in Jinyu's bowl.
Jinyu raised his head, looked at Jinhua and smiled, then lowered his head and ate to himself.
He never spoke.
Jinhua, on the other hand, started asking questions: "Qiqi, did you hit someone in China?" [
Jinyu paused, nodded, and remained silent.
Jinhua continued without saying anything, but kept staring at Jinyu, feeling deeply shaken in his heart.
Very disappointed.
I always feel that one by one, they are all far away from me.
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After eating, Jinyu returned to the bedroom, took the divorce agreement, looked at it, pursed her lips, took out a pen, and looked at the two big characters fluttering beside her, she bit the tip of the pen and slowly
I wrote down the word "Jinyu" and burst into tears.
Drop by drop fell on it.
Soaked.
I can't write anymore.
The door opened and Jinhua came in.
Looking at Jinyu who was lying on the table, putting his head on the pile of papers, crying happily, I couldn't describe how I felt in my heart.
He just walked forward, took a tissue, and wiped Jinyu's tears.
Jinhua's eyes inadvertently glanced at the agreement and saw the big words on it - heir to the property of the Bo Di Group.
His whole hand suddenly trembled.
Pretending to be casual, he asked, "Are you signing the divorce agreement?"
"Yeah." Jinyu nodded. She knew her father didn't like to be ruthless, so she wiped her tears, took a pen, pretended not to care, and went down to write.
Jinhua subconsciously wanted to stop him, but felt that he couldn't save face, so he found another topic: "Qiqi, let's go for a walk with dad, and we will sign it when we come back later."
Hearing these words, Jinyu felt as if he had found a savior. He immediately let go of the pen in his hand, stood up, took his coat, supported Jinhua, and walked out.