Every time he saw Su Jingxian before, Qin Sen's mood was very complicated.

There is hatred, pain, reluctance, regret, sadness, and intolerance.

After all, Su Jingxian is Qin Sen's only woman.

But in less than a month, Su Jingxian defeated all his unbearable feelings towards her.

The love between husband and wife was destroyed by her.

The endless entanglement and moral kidnapping made Qin Sen very annoyed.

No matter how Su Jingxian knocked on the glass outside.

No matter how violent her tears were.

No matter how desperate and painful she felt paralyzed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Qin Sen didn't even open the door for her.

If you continue to be soft-hearted towards her, you will be cruel and irresponsible to yourself.

You've already been stabbed severely, are you still waiting for her to stab you again?

So until Song Wei went downstairs for breakfast, Qin Sen didn't relent.

The two of them were pretending to be in love at the dinner table.

Qin Qin fed Song Wei a bite of sandwich.

Song Wei fed Qin Sen a sip of milk.

He rubbed her head.

She smiled softly at him.

Under the morning light.

The two seem to be a truly sweet couple.

Song Wei was even thinking: If she could really be with such an outstanding Mr. Qin, would her life change drastically?

What are you thinking about?

Mr. Qin is a dragon flying in the sky?

And what about her?

Being divorced and having children is like a puddle of mud.

Soon, Song Wei woke up.

She shouldn't think about such a man.

But if she wants her to be calm in front of such an outstanding man, she can only say: I can't do that!

What came in front of me was a fresh cherry that Qin Sen fed me.

In order to act realistically, Song Wei opened her lips slightly.

Hold that cherry in your mouth.

Smiled tenderly at Qin Sen.

Because the penis on the back of Che Lizi's butt had already been removed by Qin Sen.

When she held it in her mouth, Song Wei could feel her lips touching Qin Sen's soft fingertips holding the fruit.

This is the first time she has had such close contact with the opposite sex except for that bitch Chen Yajun.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart.

It felt like I was seventeen or eighteen years old again, my heartbeat became stronger.

The sweet cherries put her in a good mood.

But when she saw Su Jingxian, who was about to faint from despair, clinging to the glass and slowly sitting on the ground outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Song Wei's mood instantly fell to the bottom.

This woman is such a letdown.

But without this woman, where would this drama come from?

While chewing cherries, Song Wei saw Qin Sen glance at Su Jingxian outside the window with his peripheral vision.

I wonder if this man has softened his heart?

She asked, "Mr. Qin, are you really not going to go out and see your ex-wife? Last night she was downstairs in the cold wind all night and cried so sadly. I wonder if she is okay."

Qin Sen did not answer.

He pretended to be in love with her and ate sweetly.

But from time to time, I saw him glancing out the window.

Guessing that he was a little soft-hearted, Song Wei simply said.

"Mr. Qin, if you still have your ex-wife in your heart, go out and see her and stop acting with me. You are soft-hearted. Even if you pretend to be in love with me, you can't simply end your last relationship.

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"Or, be cruel and don't even look at her."

"Procrastination is torture for you and her."

Qin Sen drank the milk and put down the cup, "You're right, being sloppy is torture for me and her."

He should be more cruel.

But I couldn't stand it. Su Jingxian was too torturous.

She fell softly in front of the French window.

Qin Sen thought she was acting.

Two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes passed, and Su Jingxian remained motionless.

Song Wei was also afraid that something might happen, "Your ex-wife seems to have really fainted. It's better to go out and have a look. It's not good to cause death."

Outside the window, Su Jingxian's lips became increasingly purple.

The delicate flowers in front of her made her face look paler and paler.

Afraid of losing his life, Qin Sen strode out with a soft heart.

In the hospital.

Su Jingxian, who had a high fever of 40 degrees, was receiving transfusions in the ward.

outside the door.

On the chair in the corridor, Qin Sen sat there glumly.

Don't speak.

Song Wei stood in front of him, leaning against the opposite wall, looking at him.

"Mr. Qin, are you unhappy because Su Jingxian fainted, or are you so unhappy because you were entangled in this way by her?"

"Why do you ask?" Qin Sen raised his head.

Song Wei replied, "If it's the former, and you are still worried about her and still care about her, I may not be able to pretend to be with you just to make Su Jingxian angry."

Qin Sen didn't answer, "..."

She added, "If you still have feelings for your ex-wife, no matter how much I pretend to be with you, it will all be in vain. If you can't pass the test in your heart, your move will be redundant."

He added: "If you can't get over the hurdle in your heart and can't completely break up with the past, it's always good for the two of you to get back together."

Song Wei and Qiao Qiao are both sober in the world.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Song Wei to resolutely choose divorce even though she was defrauded of the down payment of the house by Chen Yajun and could not divide any property during the divorce.

Because she knew that she could regain her life only by completely drawing a clear line with a man like Chen Yajun who never-endingly consumed her mental energy.

Looking at Qin Sen, who seemed a little entangled, she raised her lips and said, "Mr. Qin, if it's not the former, you must be more decisive and don't give Su Jingxian any hope. This will be a relief for you and her."

Qin Sen thought he was assertive enough.

When Song Wei got divorced, he still persuaded her to come.

Now, Song Wei has learned a lesson in turn.

He seemed to understand, "You live more clearly than me."

"How can I live more clearly than you." Song Wei smiled bitterly.

The smile was very forced.

And with a touch of sadness.

"I'm just a visitor."

If she hadn't experienced deep enlightenment in pain, how could she be so transparent?

Rather than saying it is transparent, it is better to say that it is forced to grow.
To be continued...