Your Miss Su is blackened

She never thought that Wen Ying, who liked Lin Jiayan so much, would be willing to propose a divorce.

Xu didn't wait for Su Wan's reply, and didn't want her affairs to affect her, so Wen Ying quickly sent another sentence.

[Wen Ying: I've already figured it out. After the divorce, I will do something I like, so I don't have to try to please a man every day. 】

Seeing this sentence, Su Wan felt a little emotional.

If she had had such an awareness two years ago, she would not have walked with Fu Mo to this point.

The woman changed the subject.

[Su Wan: Find a time to have a meal together? 】

[Wen Ying: OK. 】

Su Wan put down his phone, his thoughts inevitably became chaotic.

Wen Ying is unlucky.

I spent two years of youth guarding this man, loving him wholeheartedly, and trying my best to be Mrs. Lin, but I still couldn't get him to like him.

But compared to her, Wen Ying is lucky again.

Although Lin Jiayan didn't love her, he was not as cruel as Fu Moxing. He almost regarded her, Mrs. Fu, as an enemy.

Su Wan thought, she and Fu Moxing's marriage is still about a year away, which is really far away.

She could hardly bear it any longer.

But she really didn't expect that she, who had tried her best to marry him, would one day count the time limit and look forward to the day when the marriage period ended.

……

Second floor bedroom.

When Lin Jiayan saw the blood on Fu Moxing's body and the bed, he frowned: "When did stabbing someone with a knife become a hobby between husband and wife?"

Fu Moxing was in so much pain that he was a little irritable.

Hearing Lin Jiayan's sarcasm now, he became even more impatient: "Stop talking nonsense and deal with the wound."

Lin Jiayan opened the medicine box, and while treating his wound, he said, "I want to know, after Mrs. Fu inserted the knife, who pulled it out?"

"I."

"Tsk, it's bloody."

The irony between words couldn't be more obvious.

Fu Moxing ignored him.

Lin Jiayan didn't tease him anymore. Although the knife couldn't kill him, he really couldn't recover without raising him for a month or two.

As a doctor, he is still very professional. After helping Fu Moxing treat the wound seriously, the man said: "Change the dressing the next day, you can go to me, or let Mrs. Fu do it for you."

Fu Moxing: "The medicine is here, you can go."

Lin Jiayan cleaned up the dirty things left by treating his wound, and said, "I said, you guys are living like this, don't you plan to leave?
"Don't gossip." Fu Moxing was not interested in chatting, and said a word very lightly.

However, Lin Jiayan suddenly said: "Wen Ying and I are going to file for a divorce next week."

Fu Moxing had already closed his eyes, because the knife wound on his shoulder hurt so much, he didn't want to talk nonsense to Lin Jia anymore, but when he heard him say this suddenly, the man's eyes opened again.

He looked at Lin Jiayan: "You mentioned it?"

"She mentioned it."

"You agree?"

Lin Jiayan nodded.

Fu Moxing didn't speak.

In the upper circles of Haicheng, it is not uncommon for wealthy families to marry each other, but every family has its own version. The combination of Lin Jiayan and Wen Ying once caused a storm.

Many people are extremely envious, but in the end they still can't make it to the end.

He vaguely thought of something, and suddenly said something: "Didn't Wen Ying claim to like you very much, why did she suddenly propose divorce?! Women are really contradictory."