Chapter 7 The bloody wound cannot be bandaged

How many fourteen years can there be in life?

In the past, Wang Qiu felt that as long as he didn't get divorced, the one outside would always be three.

She thought that with this certificate, she would be able to get Qin Chupei's love sooner or later.

But when he saw Qin Muheng showing a big smile to Qin Chupei, he suddenly realized that he was trapped in the cage of marriage in the name of love.

In this game, Wang Qiu seemed to be the winner, but in fact, besides giving birth to a child and wasting fourteen years, she didn't get anything else.

She didn't get Qin Chupei's love, nor did she break up him and that woman.

All this is just a joke!

It's time to end it, not only for Qin Muheng, but also for myself.

Wang Qiu originally planned to tell Qin Chupei about this when sending Qin Muheng to school on Sunday afternoon.

But this time Qin Chupei had something to do and didn't come to see his son off. Qin Chupei would pick up his son on time every time, but he didn't come to see him off when he was planning to divorce.

Wang Qiu was wondering if this was a sign that God didn't want him to get divorced.

Wang Qiu deceived himself and fell into fantasy again.

People are always like this. If they worry too much about gains and losses, they will always make excuses for things that have no impact.

I went to another calligraphy class in the evening. Several parents were waiting to talk about their children. After explaining the situation one by one, they went home exhausted.

As soon as Wang Qiu got out of the elevator, he saw Meng Hao preparing to go out.

Meng Hao was stunned for a moment, then turned sideways to make way for Wang Qiu. Wang Qiu nodded and passed.

Meng Hao looked at her back. Today she was wearing a light blue dress, which had a minority style, and white flat shoes, which were obviously mismatched. She looked shadowy on her body, with outstanding grace and the air of a mature woman. It's so charming that people can't help but take a second look.

It's a pity that she is too indifferent and doesn't seem to care about anyone. Even though she is a month old as a neighbor, if it weren't for his deliberate chatting, she might not even know that someone has moved in across the door.

When Wang Qiu walked to the door, he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and saw Meng Hao running towards him from the side.

Wang Qiu had already opened the door. The moment he pushed the door open, Meng Hao held down the door handle.

Meng Hao looked down at Wang Qiu, who raised his head slightly and frowned. His expression asked, "What's the matter?"

She has an oval face, and if you look closely, there is still a slight fleshiness on her cheeks. She looks very charming, but she also has a pointed chin.

The way he looked up at him looked very pitiful, as if he was complaining, why did he stop me from going home? This was probably his natural temperament.

Meng Hao didn't show his usual big smile. He was even a little sad. He knew that he had gone too far, but he still couldn't help but ask: "Are you a single mother? Why have I never seen your husband before?"

Wang Qiu's heart was full of mixed feelings. She didn't know how to answer, and she had no way to answer.

It was as if he was standing naked in the center of the stage, and his bloody wound was punctured without any bandage.

Wang Qiu pushed his hand away and walked directly into the house.

Meng Hao stood still at the door for a long time, which was strange. Ever since he noticed Wang Qiu, he had always been thinking about her.

Especially her coldness made me feel even more disappointed, so I wanted to understand her even more and get closer to her.

But she was so cold that people were intimidated. Reason told Meng Hao to stop, but when he saw that she was always alone in and out of the house, he still couldn't help but want to get into her life.