Don’t Annoy Me, My Ex-Husband!

The room was clean, but only the bed seemed messy.

Sheng Yuchen involuntarily stepped closer, and a slightly hot wind poured in from the ventilation window, blowing the white gauze in the room slightly shaking.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, obliquely through the clear glass, a piece of sunlight fell on the bed and the bed curtains flew, half of the things on the bed reflected the light under the sunlight, generally hidden in the shadow, The outline can be seen vaguely.

Her black eyes suddenly tightened, her legs were like lead, and her feet were nailed to the ground. He refused to move half a step for a long time.

The wind outside the window seemed a bit bigger than before. The white gauze was blown by the wind, and the end fell on the head of the bed. The wind drove it to touch the thing on the bed to the place closest to his sight.

When his gaze fell, the moment he really saw clearly, his tightly squinted eyes slowly widened to the maximum.

Unbelievable!

why?

Sheng Yuchen walked to the bed almost unconsciously, and the neatly stacked things were all photos.

All are wedding photos.

All are ripped wedding photos.

And the owner of the wedding photo is him and... Jiang Meng?

No, it's not.

That's not Jiang Meng, it's not her!

Bend down and unfolded all the photos. Each photo was full of dense cracks, which were obviously cut and reattached.

The crack seemed to be copied from his heart.

The feeling he felt at the moment was an inexplicable, heart-piercing pain.

Wedding photos.

So the woman in the photo is his wife.

The pure and splendid woman who smiles can see happiness in her dark and bright eyes just through the photo.

And those beautiful eyes are not comparable to Jiang Meng.

In those eyes, there was joy that could not be hidden and pure happiness.

Bright eyes and white teeth, smiling like flowers.

She smiled so brilliantly, she looked so happy, so happy.

This woman-loves him very much.

These eyes-he is very familiar.

His head started to buzz again, dull, like a bombardment exploded in his head, leaving the aftermath to impact his head, the roaring sound was endless.

The dark eyes began to become fierce and terrifying. He stared at the photo under his hand, looking at the cracked photo, the woman's bright smiling face and those eyes.

The joints of the hand holding the photo began to turn white.

Why are there so many cracks in the photo?

The woman in the photo is his wife, but what happened to Mu Qingkong?

What happened to that face?

He once searched the name "Mu Qingkong" in his mind, why didn't he have any impression?

What happened back then? ! !

Sheng Yuchen's whole person looked abnormally manic and anxious at this moment.

He can't wait, he can't control so much!

After striding out the door, Sheng Yuchen suddenly closed the door of the room. The voice was too loud, and the servant standing in the distance glanced at it.

Sheng Yuchen didn't hesitate at all and walked towards her.

"Sir." The servant's expression was a little dazed, Sheng Yuchen's hostility was too heavy, and she almost instinctively took two steps backwards.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed, almost crushing her wrist with great force.

"I ask you……"

"Mr!"

The servant cried out painfully, and Sheng Yuchen shook her hand abruptly.

The servant's back leaned against the wall of the corridor and his eyes were a little lost.