Chapter 575

In the twinkling of an eye, it was two days later.

Early in the morning, Tang Xiaoran packed himself up and went to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

She went late on purpose.

Because Su Zhengxiao is not a punctual person.

Or it can be said that he is punctual to others and never to himself.

However, when she arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the familiar black car had been parked on the roadside.

Tang Xiaoran was stunned.

It turned out that he would be punctual in front of himself.

I can't say what it feels like and it doesn't hurt. It's cold.

Maybe it's because I'm numb.

But, still sad.

Seeing her, Su Zhengxiao sarcastically said, "didn't you mean to delay the divorce so late? Are you still playing tricks?"

Tang Xiaoran pulled his lips: "it's 11:00 noon. Now it's 10:50. I'm not late. You're early."

It's not that she's late.

Instead, he couldn't wait to come too early.

Eight years of marriage with her is like a cage suffocating?

Su Zhengxiao narrowed her eyes and glanced coldly at her.

Then he walked forward with long legs.

Walking behind him, Tang Xiaoran stared at his back, with a mixture of five flavors in his heart.

People's hearts are flesh.

But Su Zhengxiao seems to think that she never hurts.

There was no objection or argument, and it was signed in three or two.

The relationship between the two people has been dissolved in one piece of paper, and they have no relationship since then.

She hung her head, her hair covered her eyes slightly, and her hands trembled for a moment.

But when it was signed, it was straightforward and neat.

Su Zhengxiao's eyes fell on her, a little surprised and explored.

He thought she would play tricks. She would make trouble and quarrel.

But she was unexpectedly quiet and low browed. From the photography to the final signature, she didn't say a word and did what she was asked to do.

Aware of his sight, Tang Xiaoran straightened his back and handed it to him; "I signed it."

"Tell me what you want. After today, you will never have a chance." Su Zhengxiao took the divorce agreement, looked down and said in a deep voice.

"There's only one request. It's good for Jingxuan. You can't send him abroad!"

"Yes."

Su Zhengxiao had no emotion on his face. He answered and signed.

His madness is in sharp contrast to her beauty.

Out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Su Zhengxiao's mobile phone rang and the company made an emergency call. He immediately drove and left quickly.

Tang Xiaoran stared at the paper.

An agreement that ended their marriage.

From then on, I was a stranger.

Tang Xiaoran returned to his apartment and everything that should be packed had been packed.

The house is under the name of Su Zhengxiao.

Now that they are divorced, of course they can't live here anymore.

He picked up his suitcase and walked aimlessly in the street.

In fact, Hong Kong is so big. Unfortunately, there is no place for her, Tang Xiaoran, and there will be no people waiting for her.

Lost marriage, lost Jingxuan, nothing.

Eight years ago, she was a leaf, bitter and wandering, but there was Jingxuan beside her. No matter how bitter it was, she didn't feel bitter. She had sustenance, spiritual sustenance.

Now she is still the fallen leaves that are about to wither in autumn.

Compared with eight years ago, she was covered with scars. This time, she had no sustenance and was confused

She walked aimlessly in Hong Kong for too long. When the sun slowly shifted to the west, she realized that she didn't even have a place to stay in Hong Kong.

Although he is in hospital, he must have his own destination after all.

The most important thing is to find a house and settle down first.

The house price in Hong Kong is very high, the environment is good, and she can't afford to rent all the houses located in the city center.

Finally, I searched almost all the streets and alleys in Hong Kong to find one. It was very small. There was no bedroom, only bathroom and living room, but the price was cheap.

She decided to live here.

The landlord said again when he left; "Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance that people died in this room, but five or six years ago, so that you won't say I lied to you after listening to the gossip of your neighbors!"

Tang Xiaoran has started packing.

Hearing this, she said softly; "If you are not afraid of death, how can you be afraid of ghosts?"

Now she is not afraid of anything.

The landlord frowned and didn't think about it. The girl was brave.

The landlord left. Tang Xiaoran picked up all the things in the suitcase and squatted there to tidy up.

There are kitchenware in the living room. She hasn't had dinner yet. There are some rice left. She cooks porridge. After cooking, she takes out two bowls and puts them on the table. Then she whispers; "Jingxuan, wash your hands and eat."

“……”

However, what reverberated in the room was solitude and silence, without any sound, let alone response.

After a moment of silence, Tang Xiaoran reacted. She had separated from Jingxuan and sat in front of the table. The spoon in her hand slowly stirred the porridge in the bowl. She lost her appetite in an instant.

It has been eight years, and that habit has long been deep into the bone marrow.

Now speak and call, and no one will answer.

There will not be that tender and soft voice shouting for mom

The emptiness in her heart was unspeakable. She stirred the porridge in the bowl twice. She poured the porridge back into the pot and couldn't eat it.

Subsequently, Tang Xiaoran went to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, and then bought a good-looking cloth.

The room must now be cut, the sleeping place and the kitchen must be cut.

She stained one on each side of the room with strong glue, pulled a thin rope and put the sewn cloth on it.

Looking back, she looked at her situation again. She smiled sarcastically and let Jingxuan live with him in the past. Otherwise, would she live in such a poor life with her?

She knew that life could not go on.

She had no money, and she didn't want any money at the time of divorce. She had to make money!

The cost of late chemotherapy and hospitalization must use money.

Now the chemotherapy hasn't started yet. There are few places to spend money. She can hold on. It's hanging in the back.

I went to many companies, but as soon as people saw her leg, they directly refused face-to-face. They didn't even have time to think about it.

Tang Xiaoran always knew that her fate was tragic, but her heart still ached to this point.

No way, she returned empty handed and sat on the bench. Her lunch was a piece of bread. Looking at the bright day, her eyes were sour and wanted to cry.

But she knew it was no use crying.

No one will love her. She has only herself.

Back in the ward, she saw Lin Qing at a glance. Her eyebrows frowned: "I didn't mean to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce. How can I come back now?"

Tang Xiaoran pulled his lips and smiled: "I'm looking for a job."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qing grabbed her arm: "are you crazy? Your current body can go to work? You have cancer and need chemotherapy. Now the most important thing is to rest and supplement nutrition."