Hai Ling wiped away tears and asked him, “Are you really going to divorce me?”
Zhou Honglin said firmly: “Yes, I want to divorce you!”
“Yangyang is still so young, you just have the heart to leave us mother and son alone?”
There was no hesitation in Zhou Honglin’s eyes, he said coldly: “Hai Ling, you go back first, we are all calm and calm, it will be Saturday in two days, let’s talk about the divorce properly.”
Hai Ling gritted her teeth and stared at Ye Jiani.
Zhou Honglin stood in front of Ye Jiani again, for fear that Hai Ling would rush over and beat her again.
“Sister, you let me…”
“Tongtong, let’s go!”
Hai Ling grabbed her younger sister, gave the couple a hard look, and said, “Zhou Honglin, Saturday, I’ll wait for you to go back and talk about the divorce!”
After finishing speaking, she forced her sister to go out.
Seeing Zhan Yin, she asked in a low voice: “Have you got all the photos?”
When she was tearing up scumbags, she noticed that her brother-in-law was taking pictures.
Zhan Yin nodded.
“Let’s go.”
Hai Ling took her younger sister to go forward first, and Zhan Yin followed silently.
The three entered the elevator.
Hai Ling no longer had the toughness she had just now, and leaned weakly against the elevator wall.
She was preparing for divorce, but seeing Zhou Honglin protecting Ye Jiani like that, beating her, scolding her, and asking her for a divorce because of Ye Jiani, Hai Ling was still very sad.
Twelve years of acquaintance, seven years of love, and more than three years of marriage, the relationship between them is about to end.
Is marriage really the tomb of love?
“sister.”
Haitong walked over and hugged her sister.
“Sister is fine.”
Hai Ling didn’t even want to cry anymore.
It’s not worth crying over such a scumbag.
The crying just now was not only acting, but also venting. No matter how I have been in love for twelve years, it would be a lie to say that it is not sad once the love is broken.
She needed to vent, so she used the opportunity of acting to vent all the pain in her heart.
After tonight, she will no longer feel sad or cry for Zhou Honglin.
“Yangyang.”
Hai Ling remembered his son.