The Guy Who is Going To Wear This Girl is Poisonous

Chapter 65: My dead husband is your sponsor? (Twenty-eight)

Where do they stand and talk about me?

Liu Huanjiao saw Jiang Yishu's expression afraid of her thinking, and smiled and said, "It's okay for them to talk in the room, and it doesn't matter to me."

"Anyway, Qin Li and I are divorced."

Jiang Yishu just wanted to ask how it might be okay to hear such an answer. He couldn't tell whether it was hi or what. It was so complicated that he subconsciously asked again, "You really are divorced?"

Liu Huanjiao nodded, "I just signed the divorce agreement today."

Jiang Yishu paused for a long time before regaining his breath and said, "Why?" Is it because of Shen Huan's heal?

After that, Jiang Yishu couldn't ask at all. Before, he couldn't ask because he was worried about Shen Huanhe. Now, he seems to be even more afraid of the sad expression of the person in front of him.

Her smile was so warm, how could he be willing to wipe it out.

Heh, Liu Huanjiao laughed, "You should be clear about the answer."

Jiang Yishu didn't speak.

The silence seemed to spread slowly.

This was not what Jiang Yishu wanted, nor what Liu Huanjiao wanted, so she broke the deadlock first.

"You haven't answered me that question yesterday."

After speaking, after a pause for about a second, Liu Huanjiao said again: "Did you forget?"

Jiang Yishu replied, "I didn't forget."

"Then what's your answer?" Liu Huanjiao's eyes burned, making Jiang Yishu unable to avoid it.

The answer is simple, you only need to answer one word, but when you choose a path, you cannot look back, and you will also bear the responsibility and consequences of taking that path.

"think."

As if he had made a big decision, Jiang Yishu thought he would feel a lot easier after saying it, but he never thought about it. After saying it, his heart became heavy.

It seemed as if there was a person there.

Liu Huan jiao lowered his eyes and landed on the silk scarf on his wrist. Today it is an elegant blue, as good-looking as before.

"I cut this wound myself."

An inaudible sentence, but Jiang Yishu could hear it clearly, and his heart was even more turbulent.

He stared at Liu Huanjiao firmly, as if he wanted to see a hint of joking in her eyes, but no, her eyes were very serious.

How could it be, how could it be that she loves to laugh so much, how can she be such a sunny person.

Liu Huanjiao was like answering Jiang Yishu's doubts, and then said: "Sometimes, I get mentally upset, I can't control my words and deeds, and even do things that hurt myself."

"This injury..." Liu Huanjiao slowly placed her hand on her left wrist. "It was because I was emotionally fluctuated. I broke the glass in the bathroom. I picked up the sharpest end and slowly, scratched. , Uh, you..."

Liu Huanjiao was embraced in a warm embrace, and the emotions that had been brewing for a long time almost collapsed.

Jiang Yishu hug her?

pity? Or something else?

"It hurts, right?"

Hearing Jiang Yishu asking herself, Liu Huanjiao recovered, biting her lip and pulling herself back into the set role, "It hurts, of course it hurts, but the pain can prove that I'm alive and I can wake up a little bit."

The hands on the back patted slowly, as if to comfort her.

Liu Huanjiao continued, "I probably died once. When I was lying in the hospital, I suddenly felt that I was too paranoid before. I stubbornly thought that if I persisted, I would wait for my own happiness. In the end, too much expectation, the greater the disappointment."

"Now, I want to be free, chase after you like, and be together when you fall in love."

"If the other party doesn't like it, then forget it."

In the last sentence, Liu Huanjiao spoke very freely, but felt that the person holding her suddenly tightened her hand and hugged her tightly.

"What's the matter?" Liu Huanjiao asked.

A muffled voice came from Liu Huanjiao's neck, "Are you going to abandon me?"

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