After three years of marriage, Wen Shuang gave her sincerity, but could not warm up to Fu Ting. In exchange, she said, "Now that he is back, let's get divorced."
Wen Shuang smiled sadly and simply nodded in agreement.
Fu Ting thought that Wen Shuang was just a tool to fulfill his grandfather's wishes.
But after Wen Shuang agreed to the divorce, he went crazy and blocked Wen Shuang in the corner, his voice hoarse, "Wen Shuang, can we not divorce?"
Wen Shuang coldly opened his hand and opened her red lips slightly, "Mr. Fu, it's too late."
Reader comments
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Why are there still such old-fashioned books?
Well, even though it's a bit off, I feel really angry, really, really, really angry. I I really. Forget it, it's just sad, hurting the liver and lungs. Why are there still such old-fashioned books?