We Are Divorced, Ok? [English Translation]

CHAPTER 107

"I've been lying to you since the beginning." Wu Chen didn't look at his expression very much. He lowered his head and continued, "I do this because I am afraid that you will affect the relationship between Song Zhixi and Zhou Han. When I was in the city, I even thought about selling you."

"Of course I didn't sell it in the end, all thanks to your excellent hooking skills, which poke my heart."

What does Wu Chen mean, If Bai Jiu knows it better, he didn’t want to say it completely, because he thought he could deceive himself forever if he didn’t say it thoroughly. Wu Chen really loves himself and lives in a false deception, as long as he can keep it. he.

He always felt that he was very strong in revenge, but when he learned the truth, he was very flat and unusual. There was a voice in his mind saying to himself-forget, what they said is false, Wu Chen said Is true.

But what a beautiful dream will eventually wake up, Wu Chen's attitude today, he thinks it's time for a showdown.

"Well... in that case, let's break up." Bai Jiuruo said blankly, raising his hand to tear off the white beads on his wrist.

He pulled so hard that all the ropes were torn off by him. The white agate beads were scattered on the ground, bouncing and finally calmed down, not knowing which corner they were rolling in.

Such a familiar scene was staged again, but last time he was torn off by others, kneeling and begging, but this time, he tore off by himself calmly, and then when his tears did not fall. , Turned around and opened the door.

The heavy snow outside poured into the house in an instant, and the cold wind blew Wu Chen's face aching. His body was frozen, standing in place, never doing anything, even if a word of retention Discourse.

It was too cold, he didn't even want to see the back of Bai Jiuruo leaving, so he closed the door casually.

Wu Chen slowly walked back to the bedroom. When Bai Jiuruo came, he didn't bring anything with him, only a few clothes. He left, and he didn't know if he would come back to pick it up.

It doesn't matter, and he is not the only person in this world who can satisfy himself in bed.

Wu Chen looked at the heavy snow outside the window, took his mobile phone and made a call out, "Is there a shortage of people at night? I ask."

"Wow! Wu Chen, you survived? We all thought you were. I'm dead, I haven't heard from you for almost half a year!"

"Yes..." Wu Chen's voice couldn't hear any emotions, "I'm alive..."

A beautiful one, it's set, let me know." Wu Chen hung up after speaking.

I haven't been out to play for too long, and I almost forgot what it feels like to be a free person, but now I am a little hungry, and Wu Chen realized that it was already evening.

He decided to have a meal before going to play to add some physical strength, so he went into the kitchen to see what he could do.

He was about to open the door of the refrigerator, and found a note posted on the door, in the graceful font that read, {Chenchen, I made egg fried rice and sauce ribs on the second floor of the refrigerator, and butter tart on the third Floor, the sweet soup is on the fourth floor, I opened it separately, I’m afraid you won’t find it. }

Wu Chen tore it off without hesitation and threw it into the trash can, then opened the refrigerator and took out the rice inside.

Since I have done all the cooking, it is too wasteful not to eat, it is the last meal anyway.