Thank You For Waiting, Mister Tang!
/ Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang! Chapter 4773
Chapter 4773: mrs. qin, you have no backbone (10)
When they occasionally met, they would only say a few words.
he huan could not understand qin mo's thoughts, but she did not ask.
Just like that, she lived with Shen ting and yihuan. With Shen ting's company, yihuan was not lonely. Every night, she would call Qin mo and seemed to be very satisfied. Shen ting would go to King Entertainment twice a week, and sometimes he would bring yihuan along. So, he Huan was the only one who had the least contact with Qin mo. Slowly, they became strangers.
he huan couldn't even remember when she had thrown herself into his arms. his body temperature and breath had slowly faded away, and she had also forgotten that there was gossip about him and the public relations manager, or perhaps a small star under his company, on the weekly gossip magazine. KING entertainment had never dealt with public relations, so the news of their divorce was all over the place. on the other hand, the person involved was very calm.
He Huan thought to himself,'they're living separately!'
at the very least, it was not as simple as a cold war.
she didn't have the face to ask him, nor did she have the face to do so.
a month later, qin xuan underwent surgery and was sent to the sanatorium. the little guy's body slowly got better, and he often sent he huan name cards.
When he Huan received the 28th postcard, the Maple leaves had already turned red.
She sat quietly on the bench in the villa's courtyard with a book in her hand.
in the past six months, qin mo almost never returned and she did not look for him.
their interactions became less and less apart from the fact that he huan received a sum of about 500 million yuan from ” twin “. she called secretary he and secretary he transferred the call to qin mo. she thanked him and he said that he was welcome.
when did they become so distant that she needed to transfer the call, she needed to say thank you for small things, and then … there was no 'then'.
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It was already autumn.
In the afternoon, he Huan sat in the courtyard reading a book. She had already flipped through many pages of the book. Qin Xuan's 28 postcards were kept in a small box, and there were 52 full. Qin Xuan should be back soon.
he huan flipped through them one by one. when she put down her hand, her eyes were a little sore.
He raised his hand to check the time and found that he had been sitting there for almost two hours.
it had been half a year, and her health had improved a lot. she didn't want to be a famous director again, so it wasn't a bad idea to take care of the two children like this, yingluo.
She thought that since Qin mo had not returned for such a long time, his meaning should be very obvious. He wanted to divorce her, but he was not willing to bring it up first.
He Huan looked up at the afternoon sun. It was a little glaring and her eyes were sore. She covered her eyes with her hands and only put them down gently after a while. She took her phone from the side and opened WeChat. She typed word by word into the dialog box: ” Qin mo, let's get a divorce!
After she finished writing, she threw her phone aside and stopped looking at it.
she read for a while more before going back to take a nap. when she woke up, she suddenly remembered her previous message. she took it and saw that qin mo had not replied.
he huan didn't understand what he meant. they had only seen each other once or twice in half a year. he probably didn't plan to continue this marriage!
He Huan sighed and put her phone on the bed. She got up and went to take a shower.
However, when she came back from the shower, she found that there was an extra person in the master bedroom, sitting and leaning against the bed.
Beside her pillow was a thick document.
he huan lowered her eyes and gathered the bathrobe that was too thin and transparent. if she had known that he was coming back, she would never have worn this.
Chapter end
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