Sweet Wife, be Good!

Wu Juntang did not finish.

But Su Mi understood his subtext.

He can't risk losing his reputation in everyone's minds and propose to dissolve the marriage contract, which is a huge blow to his personal reputation.

In addition to Su's illness, if Wu Juntang proposes to repent of the marriage at such a moment, he will definitely be cast aside and despised by the elderly.

So he was happy to hear Su Mi's idea of ​​dissolving the marriage contract, but he dared not risk doing so.

He was waiting, waiting for Su Mi to announce the answer that was ready to come out, to protect his fig leaf and face.

Su Mi understood everything at this moment.

The image of the tall man in her mind had collapsed so completely at this moment that her heart was sore as it collapsed.

Su Mi wanted to make it clear about breaking up with him on the phone, but in the next second, she decided not to do so.

Even if it is a divorce, it should be Wu Juntang!

He was the one who brought up the marriage that was determined to be a good one. Now he has become fat and unsightly. He doesn't want to take responsibility anymore, but can't even say a word of retiring?

Isn't he looking for face? She just wants to consume him!

Su Mi turned around and said, "My mother is suddenly unwell. I won't come over to celebrate your birthday. See you next time."

Wu Juntang on the other end of the phone sighed obviously with a sigh of relief. Then he seemed to realize that his reaction was wrong and said: "Greetings to my aunt for me. I will visit her later."

"Yeah." Su Mi hung up the phone and held the phone tightly.

The thing that collapsed in her heart was so heavy that her footsteps became more and more lead-filled, and she couldn't move forward even one step.

That brother-like man, she didn't love him deeply enough, but she always respected him. Even if she didn't plan to be a husband and wife or a couple, she could be a lifelong friend.

The selfishness of the human heart, from the moment she became obese and ugly, was shown in front of her step by step in concrete form, and she had to make her heart riddled with holes before she was willing to let it go.

Su Mi was holding her chest, dragging heavy steps, and moving step by step in the direction of the elevator entrance.

Throwing the cake in her hand into the trash can, as if half of the negative emotions were thrown away, she finally cheered up and pressed the elevator button to the first floor.

When she got out of the elevator, she accidentally ran into a middle-aged man. Su Mi hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

The middle-aged man, wearing a big gold chain and holding a briefcase, sighed uncomfortably, "It's really unlucky, how come I was hit by someone like you!"

"Sorry." Su Mi said again.

Looking at such an ugly and fat woman, the middle-aged man kept cursing bad luck. He was here to talk about business tonight, but he broke up a long time ago, and the business talks were in a mess.

Is it possible that the business failed because he knew that he was going to be hit by this woman, so the bad luck that had been on her body a long time ago?

Angrily in his heart, he pointed at Su Mi arrogantly: "Wipe my shoes clean."

Su Mi didn't step on his shoes, but accidentally bumped his arm.

Hearing his unreasonable request, she said quietly: "This gentleman, I can lend you wet tissues, and you don't have to thank me. But I can't wipe your shoes."