Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan smiled lightly at her, "Thank you, we have calmed down, please go through the procedures for us."

The aunt glanced at Song Qinghuan, and then at Shi Yuhan.

When he saw the cold face, his face was as indifferent as snow, his face was expressionless, and the stranger would not come near, so he stopped to persuade him.

She said: "Then give me the information, and I will go through the procedures for you."

Song Qinghuan asked puzzledly: "What information do you want."

The aunt's face sank, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Marriage certificate, you don't think you are divorced, as long as two people come, you can get a divorce."

Song Qinghuan muted her lips, looking a little embarrassed.

Obviously she felt that when someone came, she could leave the marriage.

She looked at Shi Yuhan and asked softly, "What about the marriage book?"

Both marriages were in his hands. At that time, he said he wanted to keep them, but she didn't take them.

Shi Yuhan's thin lips were always pressed tightly, without a word, Jun's face was pale and taut, his eyes fixed on her.

Suddenly, the tension and coldness between the eyebrows and eyes gradually faded away, changing into an elegant laziness and banter.

He smiled lightly and said, "Huan'er, is it fun? If you play this game again, does it feel different?"

Song Qinghuan was stunned, what was fun and not fun, obviously she still didn't understand the meaning of Shi Yuhan's words.

But the staff next to him understood in an instant.

The aunt was angry and slapped her on the table: "You young people, if you are not playing well, run to the Civil Affairs Bureau to play. Believe it or not, I will call the police and arrest you."

Song Qinghuan was taken aback and reacted quickly.

Her face flushed red, and she wanted to find a hole to go in, unable to stay any longer, she hurriedly left while keeping away from the cold.

In the parking lot, she yelled at Shi Yuhan angrily: "Did you make a mistake, how can you say such a thing? Who will do the formalities for us in the future."

Shi Yuhan had a pair of cold black eyes, condensed with wind.

He squeezed Song Qinghuan's shoulders, so tight that the bone marrow was convulsed, and the tightening force seemed to cut her off: "Song Qinghuan!"

Shi Yuhan’s voice is not too loud, but it is very deep and cold, and it is still irritated, and even a little irritable: "Have you had enough trouble? You are pregnant and have a bad temper. I know what you want, I will follow you. , What's the matter if you hold me here without saying a word? I want to go through the divorce procedures, I tell you not to think about it."

Song Qinghuan was stunned. When Yuhan hadn't seen her for a long time, she was a little frightened and stopped speaking.

Shi Yuhan looked down at her, sulking like a child, fluttering his eyelashes, seemingly at a loss.

The heart is softened ruthlessly.

He took a long breath, his tone eased again, and he habitually rubbed the top of her head with his hands: "If you want to go back, let's talk about it, the wind is strong, you are not suitable for a long stand."

Song Qinghuan avoided his palm on the side of his head.

Immediately, she looked into Shi Yuhan's eyes and said seriously and solemnly: "Shi Yuhan, I didn't quarrel with you, I didn't quarrel with you, I was serious about divorcing, and I don't want to live anymore."

A trace of bloodthirsty coldness flashed past Shi Yuhan's eyes suddenly.

Shi Yuhan squinted her eyes, fingers wrapped around her hair, and pressed her in his arms, seeming to force Song Qinghuan to calm down, but also to force himself to calm down: "Then you tell me seriously, why do you want Divorce? Why don't you want to live it anymore?"