He knew from the beginning that there would be no result between them, but he was living too happily during this period. He was so happy that he forgot about the irreplaceable person in his heart. He was so happy and carried away that he thought that he could have a glimmer of hope that he could walk into his life.

Stay by his side with an upright heart.

Without this period of time together, she might still have to divorce him one day, but her love for him would become a secret hidden throughout time, and she had no intention of letting him know.

She never thought that he would know about it under such circumstances. Now that she knows, there is no need to hide it and let her work hard for her love. Success or failure is actually not that important.

because--

Long Lifei, loving you has always been my business alone.

I paused, and the disgusting sweetness was already in my throat, pressing down!

Qingfeng followed her and said worriedly: "Madam, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to call Dr. Xu... Madam, where are you going? I'll help you arrange a car!"

Ye Qingcheng waved her hands to say no, suppressed the uncomfortable feeling, and said in a hoarse voice: "I will no longer be the wife of the Presidential Palace, please leave me alone..."

From now on, I will no longer be the wife of the Presidential Palace.

Qingfeng was shocked by this sentence. He didn't understand what it meant?

Do you want to divorce your wife?

How could it be?

It was still fine before!

Qingfeng turned around and went back. Long Lifei's face was calm, his jaw was tense, his brows contained coldness and complexity, and he didn't say a word.

The pastries and juices he prepared for his wife on the table were not touched at all.

"Your Excellency——" Qingfeng hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or how to say it.

Long Lifei was silent for a long time and only said one sentence: "Let people follow her."

Qingfeng nodded, and when he turned around, he accidentally saw the divorce agreement placed on the coffee table, and his eyes were startled.

Especially when I saw the words "Ye Qingcheng" written clearly underneath...

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Ye Qingcheng walked for who knows how long. He walked out of the Presidential Palace and walked forward along the quiet road. He kept walking, from sunset to dusk, and from dusk to the twinkling stars.

I don't know how far I have walked, my legs started to feel numb and sore, there were very few vehicles passing by, and it was winter, not even the sound of insects chirping.

Really unable to walk, I sat on a big stone by the roadside and looked up at the lonely cold stars. It seemed that we were all destitute people at the end of the world, and we were all lonely and pitiful.

I don't know why I feel so nauseous. Within a few minutes of sitting down, I couldn't stop vomiting. I vomited out all the hot cocoa I drank along with my breakfast. My congested stomach seemed to feel relieved for a moment.

Her back was soaked with cold sweat. She tightened the collar of her windbreaker. Feeling very cold, she took out her cell phone from her pocket, flipped to the number and dialed it.

After waiting for too long, the call was connected. She had just called her second brother when a noisy voice and Lin Chen's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "I have something to do now. If you don't have anything important to do, come back to me tomorrow..."

…”

Ye Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and the light in his eyes became even dimmer. He said "Oh" and was about to say, "I'm going to go home for a while..." Before he could say anything, a beeping sound came from his ears...

Looking at the phone that automatically locked the screen, I couldn't help but lower my head and smile...

When others are broken in love, they still have family and friends to rely on and talk to, but what about her? She is broken in love and divorced, living in the wilderness, and even her second brother doesn't care about her.

What kind of useless relatives are these!

Curling up my legs, lowering my head and covering my face with my hands, the sadness in my heart is like a bottomless hole that cannot be stopped or filled...

As promised, love is only my business, so why am I still feeling so much pain now?

Ye Qingcheng, you big idiot!

I don't know when a shadow enveloped her whole body. She slowly raised her head. When she saw the person standing in front of her clearly, she smiled bitterly: "Zhanmo——"

Wearing a black coat and a gray bottoming sweater with no buttons, Zhan Mo looks like a Korean oppa. The hands stretched out in front of her are clean and slender, and her nails are neatly trimmed, giving her a very comfortable feeling.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

He didn't ask her what happened, nor did he explain why he appeared here. He only said a simple sentence, "Send you home." It was enough to bring a moment of warmth in the cold night.

Ye Qingcheng put her hand in his and was gently pulled up by him. Her fingers were as cold as ice, but his hand was as warm as fire, surrounding her, and his long eyes inadvertently showed distress.

Silly girl, you have been walking in the cold wind for a long time, and your hands are so cold.

He pulled her up, but did not let go immediately. Instead, he took her hands and put them in his palms and rubbed them repeatedly. "Even if you are angry and don't want to see me, you can at least call Ruhua Liudie."

Ye Qingcheng's pale face revealed a vain smile in the dim light, "Forgot."

Zhan Mo frowned, but didn't say any more words of blame.

"Zhan Mo, thank you." At least he appeared when she was confused and didn't know what to do and was lost and couldn't find her home.

"Now I know that the best thing for you is your brother."

Ye Qingcheng nodded. Love and family are all bullshit. They are unreliable at critical moments. No brother can be relied on.

But, her heart still hurts for that person...

"Let's go." Zhan Mo felt that the weather was getting colder and colder, and the windbreaker she was wearing was too thin. If she stayed like this, she would catch a cold.

After getting in the car, Ye Qingcheng took the initiative to fasten his seat belt. His face was unusually pale and his breathing was short, as if he was about to stop at any time...

Zhan Mo fastened his seat belt and was about to start the engine when he heard her weak voice: "Zhan Mo——"

"Huh?" He turned to look at her.

Ye Qingcheng leaned against the seat, with an apologetic smile on his white lips, opening and closing, "I'm sorry, I soiled your car..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyelashes as thin as cicada wings suddenly drooped down.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Under the dim yellow light, Zhan Mo saw a pool of bright red on the khaki cushion...

His face suddenly collapsed, and his neck seemed to be pinched tightly by a pair of hands, making him unable to breathe.

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