my billionaire ex-husband

"Did you hear, Imsen, I'm leaving!" Xia Mumian spoke again, her voice hoarse and crying, "I'm really going to leave!"

Why don't you keep it?

The tea was poured over the cup, full and still pouring, overflowing and running down the table.

The two faced each other quietly, silent for a long time...

Imson's hands trembled, and his voice was steady: "Aren't you leaving yet?" [

He didn't let her go down the stairs, she stood at the high end and had to drag the box outside.She knew very well that his personality would never let her down the ladder.

And what about after she's gone?He will soon forget her, just like Jing Ranran from the past, disappearing from his memory.

The wheels rubbed against the ground, and Xia Mumian walked forward dully, and met the servant's surprised eyes on the way.

"Young Mistress, what's the matter with you, where are you going?"

Xia Mumian seemed to grab a life-saving straw: "I don't know either."

Let her stay, whoever it is.After today is over, and tomorrow his anger subsides, he won't embarrass her anymore.

Ah, she thinks she is so cheap...

"Young Mistress, quarrels are quarrels, don't get angry, give me the suitcase..."

Suddenly an order came from the room: "No one should stop her."

The servant stretched out his hand, but took it back abruptly.

These words broke Xia Mumian's last hope and fell into the abyss.

Her hesitant footsteps became decisive, walking faster and faster.

His whole body was covered in injuries, and when he went downstairs, he dragged a heavy box, and his body was in torn pain.Suddenly her foot slipped, Xia Mumian fell forward, and she let go of the box in time.

The heavy box thumped and thumped all the way to the bottom of the stairs.

Xia Mumian slid a few times, but luckily reached out and grabbed the handrail in time.