There was an indifferent coldness in her melancholy and calm eyes, and she held a pen and an agreement.

Wen Lu still refused to answer.

The corner of nursery rhyme's lips curled up with a desolate arc: "Wen Lu...sign it, okay? Really...sign it...from now on, take care of yourself, put on more clothes when the weather is cold, eat three meals regularly, and it's best to quit smoking and drinking.

.”

She handed the pen into his hand.

Like a knife, Wen Lu resisted almost subconsciously and shook his head with a look of fear in his eyes: "No, I won't sign."

"Wen Lu!" Ms. Su couldn't stand it any longer. She got angry, walked over, and looked at Wen Lu with sharp eyes, "Do you still have the nerve not to sign?! ​​Wen Lu, the Wen family doesn't have a son like you! Really,

The Wen family can't raise a son who behaves like an animal like you! Don't you realize what you did wrong? Wen Lu, please let Yaoyao live. Letting Yaoyao marry you was the biggest mistake I made.

decision!"

Ms. Su was very angry and almost accused Wen Lu.

Wen Lu couldn't stand still, his expression was in a daze, and his eyes kept looking at the nursery rhymes.

But he no longer saw the tolerance and warmth in Nursery Rhyme's eyes.

In the past, he would drink a lot at social events and not come back until midnight, and occasionally he would go crazy and vomit. But what she was most worried about was that he would feel uncomfortable after drinking too much, and she would never blame him.

The tolerance faded away, the temperature dropped sharply, and he saw only endless indifference in her eyes.

Tong Yao was also looking at Wen Lu. She insisted on putting the pen in his hand. The next second, she subconsciously touched her belly and said lightly: "Wen Lu, treat Mo Mo well in the future. You can... be patient with him."

After all, he is really still a baby."

"Yao Yao..." Wen Lu called her name.

"Sign it, Wen Lu. Consider it a fulfillment of both parties, and also... an explanation for the aborted child."

Hearing what she said, Wen Lu's eyes were full of despair.

He knew that she would never forgive him again.

He and she can never go back.

Holding the pen, it felt like it was so important that thousands of words seemed to pale in comparison. Finally... he lowered his head and signed his name in the blank space.

He had signed many things in his life, but never once had he been as desperate as today.

That feeling of despair filled his whole body, like water plants strangling his limbs and bones, and spread to his heart, making him suffocate and painful, making him unable to breathe.

He finally signed, and he knew...he had no reason to keep her anymore.

Tong Yao took the suitcase smoothly, but the moment she turned around, tears fell on the back of her hand. She choked with sobs: "Wen Lu... I can't go back to see Mo Mo... You lied to him... He's still young, what?"

He doesn’t even know... Just lie to him... He is only two years old and has no memory... He will not remember what his mother looks like in the future... You should spend more time with him. He is still young, so you should take him out more often.

Play...he likes to go to the amusement park..."

"And Wen Lu, the aborted child is yours. Xie Yifei and I are innocent. I have never done anything sorry for you."

She couldn't continue the nursery rhyme, so she carried her suitcase, passed Wen Lu and left crying.

The air is silent.

The only sound left in the lonely corridor was the sound of nursery rhymes dragging the suitcase. The suitcase was the one she had brought when she came to Anseong, and it was still in good condition.

The nursery rhyme is gone, she will leave Ancheng forever and never come back.
Chapter completed!