"Zhan Feng Ling, let's stop quarreling, okay? I don't want to quarrel with you." Xiao Zichen said softly.
"I don't want to quarrel, let's get a divorce." Zhan Fengling filed for divorce again.
Just today, she has talked about divorce no less than ten times. She thinks she is really sad and tired. This relationship is really sad.
"You...really want a divorce?" Xiao Zichen was not angry. He thought of his attitude just now and knew that women would be angry, so he said gently: "I was wrong. Let's not divorce, okay?"
Zhan Feng Ling's tears kept falling, the belated affection was as cheap as grass.
What is he now? A slap in the face and a delicious date?
Sorry, she doesn't want to eat these dates, and she's not in the mood to continue. She's not a fool, and she doesn't want to continue to torture herself.
"Zhan Feng Chime!" Xiao Zichen's patience was wearing away a little bit, "No divorce, understand?"
"I don't understand." Zhan Fengling cried, tears streaming down his face, his almond-shaped eyes red and swollen, which looked particularly distressing.
Xiao Zichen felt heartbroken. Seeing Zhan Fengling crying like this made him feel really sad. "Okay, it was my fault. You are angry, okay?"
Zhan Fengling didn't speak, she didn't want to communicate, she really didn't want to communicate with this bad guy.
"Feng Ling, how about... let's try again and I won't bully you, okay?" Xiao Zichen's kiss fell on Zhan Feng Ling's lips, softly and very tenderly.
That's what his grandma often said: couples quarrel at the bedside and over the bed.
He wanted to coax his little wife.
Zhan Fengling raised his hand feebly and pushed Xiao Zichen, "Don't touch me, it hurts!"
Xiao Zichen held her hand and kissed his palm, "Be good, it doesn't hurt anymore, okay?"
"It really hurts, Xiao Zichen, I hate you so much! I really hate you so much!" Zhan Fengling thought of the physical pain and really wanted to beat Xiao Zichen to death.
Xiao Zichen kissed her lips and coaxed: "Come on, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
However, after lifting the quilt, Xiao Zichen's eyes turned red. He immediately let go of Zhan Feng Ling, quickly put on his clothes, and found a shirt from the cloakroom to help Zhan Feng Ling put it on. He carefully picked her up and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, my wife.
, I’m so sorry.”
Zhan Feng Ling didn't speak, and his tears kept flowing.
"Let's go find Uncle He Ze and ask him to find a doctor. Don't worry, he will be fine." Xiao Zichen said as he walked.
God knows how guilty he is now.
Zhan Fengling's face was red from crying, which was particularly distressing.
Hospital.
He Ze was not there, so Xiao Zichen called anxiously, and He Ze rushed over from home immediately.
After hearing Xiao Zichen talk about Zhan Fengling's situation, He Ze didn't look good, but he didn't say anything and helped Zhan Fengling arrange a female doctor.
Then he went out and called Ye Feifei.
When Ye Feifei heard that Zhan Fengling was injured, she took Xiao Ling and rushed to the hospital regardless of the situation at home.
"Xiao Ling, have we taught our son the wrong way? How come he has such a bad temper and can actually hurt Zhan Fengling." Ye Feifei drove the car herself, with a melancholy look on her face.
Her eldest son has always been her pride. In fact, she has never worried about this child.
But such a son had such a violent outburst. Ye Feifei couldn't help but ponder, what went wrong with her?
"This child's life is so smooth." Xiao Ling held Ye Feifei's hand.