Chapter 3 Recovery

Style: Romance Author: Yan HanWords: 1263Update Time: 24/01/18 07:51:02
Zhao Yisen kept his word. From the day Sang Yuan showed her hand, he never stepped into the door of this house again.

During this period, Sang Yuan only did two things every day, recovery and internal friction.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unanswered, please call again later."

Hearing a "beep beep" sound from the receiver, Sang Yuan looked at the ceiling numbly and muttered to herself.

"Zhao Yisen, how on earth do you want to forgive me?"

The tears had long been shed, and all that was left was the endless torture that lingered in my heart.

"Ding dong, ding dong."

Suddenly, there was a rapid ringing of the doorbell outside the door.

Sang Yuan quickly stood up and ran to open the door.

"Brother Sen!" She thought it was Zhao Yisen who was back.

"it's me."

There were people standing outside the door, and the courier's ordinary work clothes did not affect his bohemian light at all.

"Your express."

Zhou Dang took out a pen, bit off the cap with his mouth and handed the pen body and envelope into Sang Yuan's hand.

Sang Yuan didn't answer.

Zhou Dang waited for a while and silently retracted his hand. He took out the pen cap from between his teeth and asked, "How have you been recently?"

Fortunately, if he didn't say this, he would hit Sang Yuan's gun directly.

She raised her head and stared at the face she had seen for more than ten years, and the more she looked at it, the more annoyed she became.

"Zhou Dang, why should I know you!"

Sang Yuan squeezed out this sentence word by word, which made people feel like they were gnashing their teeth.

Zhou Dang tugged his lips. He was not stupid. He knew that Zhao Yisen probably knew about him sleeping with Sang Yuan.

That day, he was very excited and left many marks on her body. It was difficult not to be discovered.

"My fault."

Zhou Dang lowered his head and apologized seriously.

"If you want me to take charge, I will."

"Responsible?"

Sang Yuan frowned, "Why should I hold you responsible? You feel disgusting to me now!"

Zhou Dang is thick-skinned, and he has been friends with Sang Yuan for more than ten years, so he can't help but listen to such unpleasant words.

"I know, if you think this makes you feel better, then feel free to disgust me."

"But Sang Yuan, I'm not the kind of person who just picks up his pants and runs away. It's my fault. If Zhao Yisen makes things difficult for you, you can put all the blame on me."

"Or I go find him."

As soon as Zhou Dang finished speaking, Sang Yuan rushed to him excitedly, "Don't go, I won't allow you to go to Zhao Yisen! Also, I never want to see you!"

Just when Sang Yuan finished yelling and was about to close the door, Zhou Dang quickly held the door with his eyes and hands.

"etc!"

"hiss--"

A muffled sound escaped from his lips. Sang Yuan took a look, and his fingers were tightly clamped by the door.

Zhou Dang endured the pain and looked at Sang Yuan, handing over the express envelope in his hand, "Your express mail is from Zhao Yisen."

Hearing this, Sang Yuan immediately let go of her hand and hurriedly took the envelope from Zhou Dang's hand.

"Get out of here!"

Sang Yuan Sui Ran cast a vicious look at Zhou Dang. Zhou Dang recognized this time and retracted his hand, and the rejection came one after another.

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Sang Yuan couldn't wait to open the envelope. She naively thought there would be some surprise. However, when the five characters "divorce agreement" suddenly burst into her sight, she understood at this moment what it meant to fall into the abyss!

Zhao Yisen is not soft-hearted, not at all!

Sang Yuan leaned against the door, holding the divorce agreement in her hand, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

What should I do? She is so scared!

Zhao Yisen's determination to divorce has not changed because of her tens of thousands of words of essays and her crying pleas over the past few days.

Sang Yuan burst into tears. She didn’t want a divorce at all!

No, she must do something.

Since she couldn't save it through the phone, she went to see Zhao Yisen. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she couldn't give up.

Sang Yuan wiped away her tears, used the last bit of strength to clean herself up, and went out.