Is it because the woman is rich, or because he thinks his wife at home is old and ugly?
While Xie Shizhu was daydreaming, Song Yan came in again, this time with something in his hand.
If Xie Shizhu was not mistaken, it was a written divorce letter.
She glanced at Song Yan, and without saying a word, pressed her fingertips into the red ink, and quickly made a handprint on the paper.
When Song Yan saw that she did not hesitate, his eyes flickered and the fingertips hanging on both sides tightened.
Both of them were silent, the air was particularly heavy, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.
The system swallowed its saliva: [This is a bit awkward. Host, would you like me to sing a song to ease the atmosphere?]
Song Yan took the divorce letter but didn't press his fingerprints. He turned his back and spoke in the same gentle tone as always: "Xie Shizhu, see you later."
After she finished speaking, Song Yan's back stiffened, as if waiting for her to speak, but after a long time, the woman behind him still said nothing.
Song Yan's thin lips curled up in mockery, and he left the room without any more hope.
fraud.
*
Xie Shizhu couldn't breathe. She lowered her eyes, staring at the ground, and asked the system: "Did I do something wrong?"
The system shook its head: [No, host, you are the most awesome woman I have ever seen.]
Xie Shizhu turned around and looked towards the window. Song Yan's figure appeared downstairs. He was tall and handsome, and seemed a little desolate.
Song Yan seemed to sense something and turned around to look, but only snowflakes blocked his view.
He really thought too much, thinking that Xie Shizhu would have some feelings for him.
Xie Shizhu retracted his gaze and said, "The atmosphere is indeed a bit bad. You sing."
After receiving permission, the system cleared its throat and sang loudly: [Harry Potter can fly freely on his broom, but my broom can only be used to clean up garbage dumps...]
Xie Shizhu: “?” The atmosphere became even worse.
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