Turns out I'm just mosquito blood

The shadows of the lights are dim, reflecting a pair of warm eyebrows and eyes.

The waiter sang the birthday song, and pushed up an exquisite big cake from the side. Chu Yan stood up, and kissed He Xiran lightly on the forehead.

Chu Yan looked at him tenderly, and said affectionately, "Ah Ran, happy birthday."

He Xiran smiled.

Everyone is laughing.

The waiter standing at the door with Qiao Wanan urged him, "Aren't you going to deliver something?"

"Go quickly."

Qiao Wanan was stunned and did not move. The next moment, he reached into the paper bag and opened the velvet box.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, why did you open it first?" The waiter was very dissatisfied with his behavior.

Qiao Wan'an stared blankly at the pair of exquisite couple rings in the gift box, and suddenly felt very ridiculous.

The ring that Chu Yan gave He Xiran asked him to take it himself.

Did he want to see with his own eyes how much he loves He Xiran?

Qiao Wan'an felt that he was like a clown on the stage at the moment, being fooled by others. He couldn't be more stupid. He pushed the gift box to the waiter and said in a hoarse voice, "Please...you can give it to them, send it over... "

After finishing speaking, he ignored the waiter's whisper, and ran out quickly with his head down.

The elevator kept falling with the chaotic light and shadow. Qiao Wanan's hand on the elevator button did not move for a long time, and his whole body was numb.

The lights were too dazzling. Qiao Wanan looked up at the Twin Towers opposite. The LED screen on the wall of the building changed several times, and finally pieced together a line of English words——happybirthdaytomylove

The dazzling light made his eyes sore.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered that on his birthday last year, he also got what Chu Yan prepared for him—an indiscriminate beating, and the punishment of being locked in a room for a whole day and not allowed to eat or drink...

Because of what?

How ridiculous.

Just because that day was the anniversary of He Xiran's death, he didn't deserve the right to celebrate his birthday. Even the first birthday cake he got in so many years was kicked over by Chu Yan.

He always thought that it was all his fault, that he must not have done well enough, if he obediently refused to celebrate any birthdays, at least Chu Yan would treat him better.

But he only knows now.

It turned out that Chu Yan would put so much effort into a person's birthday, cakes, flowers, rings... and that love that can be made public without any scruples.

It turned out that it wasn't that he couldn't do not disclose their marriage to the public, but that he never felt the need to do so.

It turned out that it was only because he was not He Xiran, and it was only because Chu Yan did not love him.

Even though it was summer, he felt so cold that every inch of his blood coagulated and every inch of his muscles shrank and stiffened.

He rushed out of the elevator, lay down in the small flower bed by the side of the road, and vomited.

He hasn't eaten anything all day, and obviously he can't vomit anything, but he still feels sick from the bottom of his heart.

Trembling uncontrollably, Qiao Wan'an tightly clutched her throbbing heart, as if experiencing the pain of dying.

Many people have seen this scene on the screen, and the cheers one after another represent that they have witnessed this romantic confession.

No one knows what kind of torture another person is suffering in that inconspicuous corner not far away.

Qiao Wan'an stared blankly at the LED screen, as if feeling no pain, she nervously picked at the ring finger of her left hand, trying to take off the ring on her hand.

He scratched until blood flowed from his hand, until the silver ring was stained blood red, but the knuckles that were no longer slender and delicate were firmly stuck on the ring, as if they were doing the last thing to keep.

Qiao Wanan struggled to tear off that piece of meat, as if as long as the ring was taken off, he would be free.

He doesn't want anything anymore, he doesn't dare to ask for anything anymore, so give it back to He Xiran.

It hurts...it's really hard...

He picked it for a long time, got his hands full of blood, tears wet his hands, and diluted the bloodstains, but the ring seemed to be casted by a spell, but he couldn't take it off.

Qiao Wan'an felt extremely tired, and her heart ached from suffocation.

He squatted by the flower bed, watching the crowds, like a lost child, aggrieved and at a loss.

He took out his cell phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed.

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged male voice on the opposite side was not as lifeless as before. Over the past year, he had lived too richly and comfortably, and his voice became much louder.

"Dad..." Qiao Wanan opened his mouth with a strong cry, "I, I want a divorce."

Qiao Benguo's tone immediately turned cold, "What did you say?"

Before Qiao Wanan could speak, there was a sound over there, which seemed to be the sound of a chair being tripped, and then the mobile phone was snatched away, and a sharp female voice sounded, "Qiao Wanan, I think you have lost your head because of your rich life. Right? You dare to ask for a divorce!"

"Let me tell you, it is a blessing you have cultivated in eight lifetimes for you to marry into the Chu family!"

Qiao Wan'an said sadly in a low voice: "Are you lucky...but I can't take it anymore."

"Don't be ignorant! Don't even think about it. Since you married into the Chu family, you live in a bungalow and ride in a luxury car every day. They provide you with delicacies and delicacies, and you don't have to work. What else are you not satisfied with?"

"Your brother is still lying in the hospital, have you thought about him, have you thought about this family?!"

Zhao Xiulian cursed and cursed, as if she blamed Qiao Wan'an for not knowing what to do.

It's ridiculous to say this, how have they ever cared about Joe's good night all these years, and now he wants to divorce but still wants him to think about them, but it's not the first time that such ridiculous words have been heard.

"Auntie, I don't think about my brother..." Qiao Wan'an said, as if reminding herself of this cruel truth, every inch of her breath hurt like a needle prick, "Chu Yan, he likes, has never, never been me , he has someone he likes, and he doesn't want me anymore..."

"What's the big deal for me? It's not unusual for a man to raise two little lovers for fun when he's rich," Zhao Xiulian sneered. Use all your means."

Qiao Wan'an was speechless. It was Chu Yan who insisted on marrying him in the first place, and they were the ones who drove the ducks to the shelves and sent Qiao Wan'an to Chu's house. Why did everyone say that he seduced Chu Yan?

Qiao Wanan said tremblingly: "I didn't seduce him... I can't stay any longer, I want a divorce."

Zhao Xiulian groaned strangely, "Impossible! If you dare to divorce, you will force our family to a dead end!"

"I can go out to work and do whatever I want. In the past, I paid for my brother's medical expenses. Now I can go out to work..."

"Fart! How can you find a good job without graduating from university? Do you know how good the hospital Chenxi lives in now is? The hospitalization fee here is thousands of dollars a day, and you can't earn so much even if you go out and sell it!"

Faced with the stepmother's vulgar taunts, Qiao Wan'an couldn't find a rebuttal, because what she said was indeed the truth.

They all rely on Qiao Wanan to suck their blood. If Qiao Wanan really divorces, they will return to the poor family they once were. There is also a precious son who is facing high medical expenses and cannot be treated. How can they let Qiao Wanan be willing? divorce.

Joe Goodnight understands all these.

But, who will save him...