Chapter 12 Chapter 012 Divorce (Twelve)

This is the back door of the venue here, along the passage of the corridor, all the way to the end, a single small door is in front of you. Wan Qing watched him open it casually, and then walked out, not feeling curious, gradually believing in his heart that he wanted to help, and followed him, but at the corner, both of them stopped, from here to the parking lot, there is bound to be a Spotted by the radar alert reporter at the front door. Suddenly, he turned his face away, grabbed Wan Qing's hand before she was stunned, and hurried towards the parking garage. Following his pace, Wan Qing ran to keep up, and when the reporter found out that there was movement here, Wan Qing had already been stuffed into the jet-black Mercedes Benz by him.

By the time more shots were captured here, the Mercedes-Benz sedan had already driven out of the garage and merged into the flow of traffic on the road. Wan Qing looked at the reporter who was still trying to track her down in the rearview mirror, her heartbeat hadn't returned to its normal frequency, and the lingering resentment of being provoked by Lai Xue still lingered in her chest, but she was still not so confused that there would be a benefit of falling into the sky. "Why help me?" Wan Qing looked at the man in front of her in confusion, and asked her doubts. "Don't you want to vent your anger?"

He didn't answer her question, but smiled slightly, that kind of grace and calmness seemed to be so talented. "I don't need sympathy!" Wan Qing's face tightened, if she was a smart woman, she should have let go long ago, only she is so dull, for a man who doesn't love her, she vowed not to turn back and make a bet on marriage, and then don't hit the south wall and don't give up, she won't reach the Yellow River no tears. She doesn't deserve sympathy at all. "I'm not kind!" Turning his eyes slightly, seeing her suppressed pain and anger, he sighed slightly, with a hint of self-mockery in his eyes, but Wan Qing never saw it.

The car was quiet for a while, Wan Qing felt even more depressed, she really wanted to get rid of Lai Xue's shadow, and really wanted to forget Mo Lingtian's cold and heartless face. As soon as he pressed his slender fingers, the surround sound in the car also sounded, and popular songs filled every corner of the car: "It's not that simple, you can find a partner you can talk to, especially after seeing so many betrayals, you are always uneasy and have to be tough, who murdered my romance, it's not that simple, you can love nothing else Look……" Huang Xiaohu's voice was rich and powerful, and when Wan Qing heard the lyrics clearly, her heart seemed to be aroused, adding to her sadness.

"Can you change it?" Her tone was a bit tragic, and she seldom cried in front of anyone, but when she said this, her eyes were already full of heat. Apparently he didn't expect the music he used to listen to in the car to be replaced by someone. He frowned slightly and switched to the next song: "Hold you in my hands, burn incense devoutly, cut off a piece of candlelight, and light up the scriptures. I don't ask for soul-stirring, I just ask for a love. In the end, I got hurt and cried so desperately!" A TV golden song that is popular nowadays, it is sung in a timely and tender way, Wan Qing listened to it, and her heart ached even more, she unconsciously glared at the man beside her, wondering if he was sincerely making herself feel bad.

"Don't you know that people will be sadder when they listen to these songs when they are sad? Change!" It is rare to be so willful with strangers, but at this moment, I can't hold back.