my world, you can't

Chapter 1139 Why hang on a tree

He was like a helpless child, his whole body limp on the bed, crying hoarsely.

Tang Shichu stared at him, silent for a long time, then put his hand on his short, thin hair, and comforted him: "Some things, only after you have experienced them, will you know how difficult it is."

"Although I really don't agree with your divorce, but you are already separated, what can I say, since you are separated, I want to get married."

If they haven't divorced yet, but the two of them are just arguing, Tang Shichu can persuade him well.

But the marriage is divorced, what else can he say.

Only helpless.

Mr. Tang Wan raised his head, stared at Tang Shichu with tears in his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you think the child will hate me when he grows up?"

"..."

Tang Shichu got up and walked away, turned his back to him and sighed: "It depends on how his mother educated him."

"If Mo Qing hates you, I'm afraid you will never see your child again in your life."

Mr. Tang Wan, "..."

Sitting there stiffly, eyes empty.

hatred?
Does that woman hate him?
He thought, he should hate it!

He hates himself, let alone others.

However, if he didn't choose to escape, he would really suffer from schizophrenia.

He just wanted to avoid her for two days, but he didn't expect that it would lead to divorce.

If the child hates him in the future, it's his own fault, and he deserves it.

"what?"

The door of the room was suddenly pushed open by Shen Qiu.

The woman rushed in hurriedly, sat by the bed and asked Tang Wanjun, "Did you break up with that woman?"

Tang Wanjun didn't want to pay attention to his mother's words, and leaned against the edge of the bed, motionless.

Tang Shichu said, "Mom, he's been in a bad mood recently, so don't ask him anything."

Shen Qiu glared at Tang Shichu, pushed him away and came to sit next to Tang Wanjun, pulled him and asked, "We really separated?"

Mr. Tang Wan still didn't speak.

Shen Qiu laughed, "It's fine to separate, I've said it long ago, she is not good enough for you, and she still wants to use her child to make me accept her, there is no way."

"Let me tell you, Mr. Wan, our family has no shortage of children, so let's separate if we separate. Don't make it look like you lost your soul. Mom knows many famous Shuyuan, so I will introduce you to you another day, huh?"

It's fine if Shen Qiu doesn't say anything, but when he mentioned this, Tang Wanjun wanted to cry again, so he pulled the quilt to cover his head, curled up on the bed, escaped from everyone alone, and kissed his tearing wound.

Tang Shichu next to him couldn't get used to his mother's snobbish look, so he couldn't help but ask, "Mom, why are you always like this?"

"I think Mr. Wan will come to where he is today, it's all because of you."

Shen Qiu didn't take it seriously, "What do you know, a family like ours has to find someone with a background, she Leng Moqing has nothing, and she wants to marry into a rich family, it's just wishful thinking."

"Unreasonable." Tang Shichu walked away angrily.

Shen Qiu curled his lips, and turned his attention to Tang Wanjun again.

She stretched out her hand to pull the quilt on the man's body, and said in a warm tone, "Mr. Wan, don't be sad, mom will find you a good one tomorrow, huh?"

The people under the quilt didn't speak, Shen Qiu said again: "There are so many good women in the world, why should we hang ourselves on a tree."

From her point of view, that woman, with no identity and no background, was really hard to get into the lobby of his Tang family.

Although her cousin is Yeyne, all the things Yeyne owns have nothing to do with her.

Such a woman with nothing, Shen Qiu, would not accept it.

"mom."

Finally, Mr. Tang Wan who was under the quilt couldn't bear it anymore, lifted the quilt and sat up.

(End of this chapter)