14: Chapter 13 Vehicle Destruction

Chapter 13 Vehicle Destruction

1Ghostly, Lu Tingfeng to Suran room only opened the document.0

The divorce agreement fell into the eye.

This divorce agreement, in triplicate, each of her signed, one look is ready!

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, that woman, how dare she!

Dial the phone," Hello, Qin Zheng, help me check the whereabouts of the two people."

"Who?"

"Jiangcheng, and...Suran."

"Ah?How did they get together? No, they're gone.What's going on, elope?"Qin Zheng paused." Cough...My mouth, I'm talking nonsense brother, do n' t be angry ……"

"Go check."He pinched the space between his eyebrows, trying to restrain the dryness in his heart.

Qin Zheng did not immediately hang up the phone, although he looked at the hanging son Langdang, in fact is also a smart person, contact the first two days of the matter, quickly reacted to what happened, he said:" Check is no problem, is Brother Lu, I don't understand, these years you do n' t want Su Ran away from you, she left this time is not in line with your intention?Anyway, the ice is better, Su Ran is willing to go with who let her go, you still check her why?"

He paused," Don't say that thing that year ah, say a ten thousand steps back words, that year no one saw is Su Yan's medicine ah, although she married you, that is also your old lady forced, later she did not have a child, that is also a life ah...I think it's good for you and for her now that she's gone, so why don't you ……"

"Just what."

A cold, oppressive voice.

Qin Zheng shivered." Just...Just one beat two scattered each well...B."

"Are you well?She...Don't even think!"Perhaps he himself did not notice, his voice in addition to anger, there is an uncontrollable anxiety, he even with an anxious," check!Check it out right now. I'm with her...Not finished."

Hang up the phone, Lu Tingfeng has a flash of mind.

Qin Zheng's words make him fidgety, but what makes him more fidgety is that he can not answer Qin Zheng's words...

Why didn't she leave? Why did n' t she just do it...

Everyone was trying to persuade him, even he used to think that he attributed all his anger to her obsession, but now that she was gone, why did he instead...

His phone was still in his hand, and he went to dial her number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is already ……"

He suddenly hung up and thought he might be crazy.

Looking around, everything in the room was as it was, and Suran laid it out—the more she treated it as "home," the more disgusted he became.

But today everything here is old, but there is a kind of abandoned loneliness.

He was angry, this is a cage, she and he are trapped in it, now he is still, how dare she go?!

She didn't even come back with, she did n' t even come back!

Why, this is how she is abandoned here?

What is she Suran?!

The room filled with her breath made him almost unable to suppress, and the divorce agreement!

He suddenly picked up the stack of paper, pulled it open, and threw it in, but in the next instant he found a box in it, as if it had been put for a long time, and there was a layer of dust -- something here that he could never touch without touching.

He took out the box.

There was still some weight in his hand. He frowned and slowly opened the box.

But when he saw what was inside, he was startled—

In the box, two stacks of baby clothes, a stack of girls, a stack of boys, are neat, you can see the heart of the people.

These things...

Lu Tingfeng searched for memories, but did not remember when she prepared these.

That time he let her hit the child, he knew she was resentful, but he didn't care, then, how did she get better?

I don't remember.

He only remembered that she had smiled at him, as she had done before, and trifles which he disdained to hear, and laughed coldly in his heart, as if she had recovered so quickly from the loss of her child in order to please him, and as if that child had been the instrument of her steadiness.

But after so long long, he saw these things here.

He suddenly felt as if he had never really known her...

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