Chapter 9

Good

He has heard too many strange words and sentences in this woman's mouth today.

When the ink was in full bloom, it was hung with the usual disdain smile.

"You don't like me, but you still want to marry me?"

Then he moved his hand.

Put out a finger and poked the woman's head. "Are you split?"

Go to Temo's personality split!

Wen churan's heart had already exploded, but he still maintained a calm and calm state.

She snapped Sheng Shimo's hand off, stared at him, and said very seriously, "maybe... I'm a little deaf and blind! Or I'm... Crazy! Otherwise, why can't you think of marrying you? "

In short, divorce! Divorce! Divorce!

Stay away from scum men and cherish life.

take things too hard?

Sheng Shimo's eyes are cold and fierce, and his words are as sharp as a blade.

"Marrying you is a thing that makes my life worse than death."

Poison tongue!

Every word of Sheng Shimo can make people vomit blood.

"Then divorce!" Wen churan roared unbearably.

This kind of scum marriage, don't you keep it for wine and food?!

It's only a few hours since wedding night.

The woman has said divorce twice.

For the first time, he thought it was her hard to get trick.

And the second time... Her play was too much!

Sheng Shimo frowned and gradually lost his patience.

"If you want a divorce, you can talk to Grandpa."

He wanted to see what trick the woman was playing!

Talk to Grandpa? That's basically nothing to talk about.

She was the one who wanted to marry Sheng Shimo in her previous life. Only one day after she got married, she ran to ask for a divorce.

I guess everyone thinks she's out of her mind!

"Divorce is between me and you. Why talk to grandpa!" Wen churan asks discontentedly.

In his prime, Mo glanced at her and said word by word, "because I don't have time to deal with such vulgar things!"

Vulgar?!

This man is really self righteous.

I loved her too much in my previous life, no matter what Mo said to her at that time.

She accepted even the bad words.

But now, I see the venomous tongue of Sheng Shimo again.

Every word can arouse her inner anger.

"Aunt, I also manage everything every day. Take some time to go to the bathroom to talk about divorce with you, okay?!" Wen churan looked up at him and looked disdainful. "Leave as soon as possible! Don't waste each other's time! "

A sip of ink thin lips in his prime proved that he was slightly angry.

"Let go!"

When he scolded, Wen churan found that he didn't know when to grasp his sleeve.

"Divorce!" Wen churan showed no weakness and went back directly.

"I repeat, let go!"

"I repeat, divorce!"

At that time, Mo took a deep breath and forcibly pressed down the anger in his heart.

His face was livid and he waved his hand directly.

Then, a tear

The two men were stunned at the same time.

He stared at his sleeve and dyed it completely.

I'm most afraid of the sudden silence of the air.

It took her a long time to react.

Looking up, he stood in front of her, motionless.

A strong arm was exposed before her eyes.

Wen churan coughed and slowly presented half of his sleeves to his hands.

"Sorry..."

Sheng Shimo didn't respond, but his tight face indicated the anger hidden in his heart.

Wen churan hurriedly tucked his sleeves back into his hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

To this end, she also put on an extremely sincere expression.

She just wanted a divorce. She didn't know she would tear his clothes!