After hearing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel helpless. He took a few sips of cigarettes, then pressed the cigarette butts and threw them into the trash can.
"Do you think I don't want to tell Weiwei? Let me ask you, if you were her and know this, what would you do? Should you wait for me a few more years and marry my current wife after she dies?" Jiang Yan asked.
When Xu Mu heard this, he didn't know what to say.
"But if you do this, if Zhao Weiwei knows the truth, she will definitely hate you. Think about it, does she really love Chen Ze?"
Xu Mu often sees Zhao Weiwei and Shen Ze bickering, and he doesn't like Chen Ze at all.
Perhaps marrying Chen Ze may be in order to retaliate against Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan lit another cigarette: "I'm just afraid of this situation, so I hope she can think more about marrying Chen Ze and never regret it."
"The day after tomorrow, they will get married, and nothing can be saved at that time. Tell her the truth, whether she will marry Chen Ze, or choose to wait for you, or no one will choose, that is what she should know." Xu Mu Said.
As a man, why didn't he understand that Jiang Yan was considering Zhao Weiwei and did not want to delay her.
But in love, the right to know is also very important. Ending a relationship with one side without reason may make another person more painful than the truth.
Xu Mu could see that Zhao Weiwei was optimistic on the surface, but in fact she was not really happy at all.
"I'll think about it again." Jiang Yan lowered his eyes.
"kindness."
Xu Mu left now.
After he left, Jiang Yan looked at the view outside the window and was stunned.
I don’t know how long it took, but his cell phone ringing rang. He picked it up and saw that it was his wife calling it.
"Wife, what's wrong?"
"Ayan, why haven't you come back yet? Are you working overtime?"
Jiang Yan took a look at the time. It was already 7:30 in the evening, and he had forgotten the time.
"Well, I'll be back soon. You don't have to wait for me to come back. Have a meal first, and I'm hungry."
"I know, I've eaten it long ago." The woman said gently there.
"That's good."
Jiang Yan was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly heard the woman say, "Ayan, let's get divorced."
One sentence made Jiang Yan stunned on the spot.
"What did you say?"
"I know why you married me, and I also know that you have never let go of Miss Zhao in your heart. I don't want to delay you. Let's get divorced. Miss Zhao is about to get married. You still have a chance now, so don't let yourself be unhappy. .” Hu Jin said.
When Jiang Yan heard this, he hurriedly explained: "Xiao Jin, you misunderstood. Zhao Weiwei and I have been broken up long ago. It's impossible for us."
Hu Jin stood outside the house, looking at the dark night, enduring the pain caused by cancer, and forcibly smiled.
It's impossible, it's not to let go of Zhao Weiwei.
She took a deep breath: "Well, I know, you go home early and have a meal."
"Okay." Jiang Yan hung up the phone.
Hu Jin looked at Jiang Yan's phone number alone, and his eyes were a little wet and moist.
At the beginning, if she knew that her father was using her kindness and getting sick to win sympathy for Jiang Yan to marry her, she would never agree.
Hu Jin came outside alone.
Now outside Taozhou, there is news that Zhao Weiwei wants to marry the eldest son of the Shen family.
She looked at the woman with a smile on the news and sincerely regretted Jiang Yan: "Ayan, you should have been with her."
After she finished talking to herself, she called Zhao Weiwei.
The other side was connected soon.
"Hey, are you?" Zhao Weiwei had just had a full meal and was a little confused. Who called him so late?
"My name is Hu Jin, and it is Jiang Yan's wife. Can we meet?"