Her little hand in his palm, cold without temperature.

Although her momentum has controlled the whole scene, Lu Hanting felt her fingertips shaking.

Lu Hanting pursed his thin lips and let her lead him home.

....

You Lan Yuan.

The two returned to the bedroom. Lu Hanting was standing on the balcony with long legs. The cold wind at night made his black shirt puff. He bent slightly, folded his hands and lit a cigarette. His sexy thin lips took a sip of the cigarette in their mouth, and then spit it out. The blue smoke shrouded his handsome and expensive face.

Xia Xiwan looked at him, the bedroom did not turn on the light, two people's faces are not clear, but her voice dyed light hoarse, "you and Xia Yanyan I did, didn't I? "

Lu Hanting did not look back. After half a sound, he answered faintly, "why do you know so clearly?"

Xia Xiwan trembles the slender Yujie, "why, I want to know where I lost, you are not such a person, is it because Xia Yanyan saved you, you can't forget her?"

Lu cold Ting side body, one hand copy trouser pocket, a pair of scarlet narrow eyes through layers of smoke fell on her pale face, "Xia Xi Wan, the matter has come to this, you don't pester me to find embarrassment, to keep a decent, don't let me feel bored."

Xia Xiwan lowered her head. "Oh, I know. I want to take a bath first."

Xia Xiwan went into the bathroom and locked the door.

Her slender body slowly slid down against the wall, and then covered her face with two small hands. The hot tears shuttled down from her fingers like beads with broken thread, which burned her heart.

At such a moment, she could not let go of the sudden pain and sadness in her heart and let herself cry.

Lu Han Ting even smoked a few cigarettes. He frowned at the expensive watch on his wrist. Half an hour later, she had not come out.

He put out half of his cigarette in the ashtray. He walked to the door of the bathroom and reached for the door.

There is no sound coming from inside, quiet and depressing.

Lu Hanting looked around, and then saw the crouching figure in the corner. Xia Xiwan sat on the ground, her black hair scattered disorderly, and the girl was crying with her little head down and her knees in her arms.

She cried very quietly, but also very intense, the whole Yingrun incense shoulders are shaking, some out of breath.

Lu Hanting's heartache is hard to stop. The injured woman is hiding in the bathroom and crying secretly. His handsome brow is locked. He goes over and slowly reaches out his hand to touch her head.

But his fingers were still stiff in the air.

After a long time, he heard his voice in a hoarse voice, "how long have you been crying? Don't cry. If you cry again, you won't be angry. "

Xia Xiwan stopped crying, and then she slowly raised her face, did not look at him, but put the small jaw on his fiber arm, staring at a place empty in a daze, "as you wish, we divorce."

Let's divorce.

Lu Hanting's fingers curled up in pain.

Xia Xiwan the whole person is quiet down, she still keeps holding her own posture sitting on the ground, "about the divorce agreement, I clean body out of the house, don't want you a cent, you're right, I can't help you what, those money are you earn, and this, return to you."