[Abuse first and then enjoy it | The flowers of the high mountains are under the altar | The male lead pursues his wife in the crematorium without forgiveness | Strong possessiveness]
[Little white flower hypnotist x abstinence crazy criticism of Buddha]
After three years of marriage, Song He regarded her as nothing, but she was willing to be his caring wife just so that he could look at her one more time.
It wasn't until Song He held his little mother with one hand and her child with the other, saying that they were a family, that Qiao Ning collapsed.
She threw out a divorce agreement overnight and disappeared completely.
Song He crushed the beads, and a crack appeared on his cold face, "Where can you go without me?"
…
After the divorce, Qiao Ning's name quickly swept the international psychological community as a genius hypnotist.
Elegant and mysterious, her pursuers are like crucian carp crossing the river.
Song He, with red eyes, looked at the new Qiao Ning and went to look for her like crazy.
Qiao Ning had a standard smile on her face and said coldly and calmly, "Mr. Song, you have to wait in line to make an appointment for treatment."
One rainy night, Song He couldn't bear it anymore and knocked on Qiao Ning's door.
He hugged Qiao Ning wetly, rubbing her almost to the bone, "Qiao Ning, you win."
"Please... Look at me."
"Honey, can we remarry..."
