After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 1 Divorced

"Let's get a divorce."

After three years of marriage, the man cherishes words like gold as always, speaking these three words in a clear and cold manner, without a trace of human touch.

Standing behind Yu Jinwen, Nan Song stared at his tall and straight back like a pine tree, and looked at his stern and ruthless face reflected in the French windows, he felt his heart go cold to the bottom of the valley.

The two hands hanging by the sides silently curled into fists, trembling.

The word she was most afraid of finally came.

When the man turned around, his face became clearer. This handsome face with three-dimensional perfection and sharp edges and corners, even after three years of face-to-face day and night, still moved her heart.

"Okay, won't you leave?"

Nan Song blurted out these words from his throat with difficulty, his eyes were faltering, but still full of hope.

Yu Jinwen's brows were folded, and the cold eyebrows paused on the woman's plain face, and finally fell on her red eyes, and the brows frowned again.

Even without makeup, Nan Song is still good-looking. She is not a big beauty with thick makeup, but her complexion is fair, pure and flawless, and she looks very comfortable.

She just looked at him with a pair of clear and hasty eyes, eyes full of pleading, a tear mole under the corner of her right eye, long straight black hair hanging down her ears, soft and not aggressive.

But in the eyes of men, this is a soft and dull woman.

There was nothing wrong with her as a wife, but he just didn't love her.

Three years ago, he had an accident in a car accident and became paraplegic at a high position. The doctor said that he might not be able to stand up again. At that time, he was forced to separate from the woman he loved. So she picked out a nurse from among a bunch of admirers, that is Lu Nansong, because she had no background and because she was quiet.

"You have been with me for three years, and you have taken care of me for three years. Ten million is your compensation."

When the man said this, the light in his eyes did not move, and he could not see any affection for her, "Maybe you want something else..."

"why?"

Nan Song interrupted him for the first time, with a hint of persistence in her red eyes, and...reluctance, "Why do you have to file for divorce now?"

Tomorrow will be their third wedding anniversary. She has planned a lot. She even thought that after three years, another three years, twenty three years, it will be a lifetime.

"You know, the person I love is not you."

The man's cold tone revealed endless indifference, and he refused to leave her even a glimmer of hope, "Xuanxuan is back, I want to marry her."

Nan Song seemed to have been slashed in the head by a thunderbolt, his thin body couldn't bear the weight, so he swayed a bit.

She stubbornly guarded her marriage for three years, but she couldn't resist someone saying - "I'm back."

"gentlemen……"

The housekeeper hurriedly came over to report, "Miss Zhuo vomited out what she just ate, and it was bloody!" The man's calm face showed a hint of chappedness, he walked around Nan Song and walked to the guest room, saying in a deep voice: " Prepare a car and go to the hospital."

After a while, Yu Jinwen walked out of the guest room with a woman in his arms. The woman was thin and weak, and she was covered with a thin embroidered blanket, which was embroidered by Nan Song himself.

Her face was pale and sick, as if she would disappear from this world at any time. She huddled in Yu Jinwen's arms, her voice was as thin as a gossamer, "Brother Jin, Miss Lu..."

Yu Jinwen stopped at the corner of the stairs, turned to Nan Song and said, "The lawyer will talk to you about the details of the divorce, and I ask you to move out of the mansion within three days."

Then, he lifted the woman in his arms up, and carried her downstairs without looking back.

Nan Song stood at the stairs, Zhuo Xuan lay in Yu Jinwen's arms, looked up at Nan Song, his eyes were full of light of victory.

Just an hour ago, the sick woman said to her with a smile, "I've already swaggered into the room, so just give him back to me."

Until their figures completely disappeared, Nan Song slid down as if exhausted, tears streaming down her eyelids silently, she hugged herself, only feeling that her body was very cold.

ten years.

Counting from the moment he rescued her from hell to now, she has paid attention to him silently for ten years and loved him for ten years. How many decades have there been in her life.

But if she doesn't love, she doesn't love, even if she is as humble as dust, she still can't move this man and make him fall in love with her.

"Ah Jin, this is the last time I cry for you."

Nan Song reached out to wipe away the cold tears, and stood up from the ground. The originally delicate and fragile woman became extremely cold, and her eyes reflected the light of determination.

It's time to leave.

The divorce agreement was placed on the bedside table in the master bedroom, so conspicuous.

Nan Song directly turned to the last page, and saw the familiar signature, her eyes flashed, and she rubbed the name "Yu Jinwen" carefully, her nose sore.

She sniffed and suppressed the tears that spewed out, not wanting to miss it, picked up a pen and signed her name on the side - Lu Nansong.

Since it started with this name, let's end with this name.

Nan Song put a seal on the bedside. It took her nearly a year from selecting the material to buying the jade, and then to the completion of the carving. This is the third anniversary gift she carefully prepared for him.

In fact, she has given him many gifts in the past three years, all of which were meticulously prepared, but in the end, they were left unused in the closet, or thrown directly into the trash can, just like her sincerity to him.

As soon as he walked out of the mansion, a black limousine stopped by the side of the road. Nan Song got into the car and said lightly, "I'm divorced."

In the driver's seat, the man wearing brown sunglasses smiled charmingly, "Congratulations on your return to freedom."

He handed the laptop to Nan Song, "It's time to be yourself. We are all waiting for your return."

(End of this chapter)