"Don't touch me! You smell like scallion oil. My aunt is much cooler than you!"
The words of his six-year-old son turned Shen Zhiwei's seven years of hard work into a joke.
After seven years of hidden marriage, the miracle doctor Shen Zhiwei sealed the knife for love, but what happened in return was that on the night of the anniversary, her husband accompanied Bai Yueguang in the fencing hall and coldly cut off the phone: "I'm very busy."
This time, she neither cried nor fussed.
He took off his wedding ring, left a piece of divorce agreement stating that he was going to leave the house, deleted the alarm clock waiting for his father and son, and moved out of the Huo family overnight!
The whole Beijing circle was waiting for her to beg for mercy, and Huo Cijing even sneered: "Stop the secondary card, let's see how long she can last."
Until the top international brain science summit, the world's leading figures bowed down and respectfully called her "Professor Shen, the Hand of God"; in the desperate situation where the whole city was helpless, only she could reverse life and death with a single blow!
Bai Yueguang's mask was torn to pieces, and Bai Yanlang's son cried hoarsely in front of the hospital bed: "Mom, I want to drink the soup you made..."
The arrogant Huo Cijing even knelt down with red eyes in the heavy rain: "Zhiwei, I give you my life, please look at me again..."
Shen Zhiwei calmly rolled up the car window:
"Mr. Huo, expired affection is cheaper than swill."
