I am the white moonlight of the tyrant

774 Chapter 774, tolerance

Liang Xiaoqi looked at him with tears gradually in his eyes.

Lu Xunzhi suddenly understood something, turned his thinking direction, and asked: "Sister, you are so resistant to seeing Song Enshuo, is it because you...have some shadow on him? Or did he do something bad to you?"

In fact, Lu Xunzhi also thought that if Liang Xiaoqi had a married life with Song Enshuo in the past, he could accept it.

Life is too short.

He has long passed the rebellious age of a green boy, and now he is mature and stable.

He didn't need to continue to regret for the past regrets.

He just wanted to cherish the rest of his life with Liang Xiaoqi.

Therefore, Lu Xunzhi said again: "No matter what it is, I can accept it! Sister, you have to have confidence in me, I love you, and I will tolerate everything about you! So if you have any questions, just tell me, really , I can face it with you and solve it together!"

"I... woo~ I was forcibly sent aboard by Song Enshuo back then, he is a devil, I really don't want to see him again, I don't want to see him, woo~"

Liang Xiaoqi suddenly cried.

It had been many years, but thinking of that scene, she still cried.

Back to the villa.

Everyone came back one after another, Liang Xiaoqi and Lu Xunzhi were the latest ones to come back.

Song Zhen was worried, and sat and waited in the lobby on the first floor.

I saw my mother holding a large bouquet of roses, and saw my parents wearing a pair of rings.

He pretended nothing happened, said hello and went upstairs.

"Xiao Zhen!"

Lu Xunzhi suddenly stopped him.

Song Zhen turned her head and looked at him: "What are you doing?"

Lu Xunzhi said: "Are you busy? I have something to talk to you about with your mother."

After a while, the study room.

With Lu Xinzhi's care and encouragement, Liang Xiaoqi sat on the sofa, holding hot milk in both hands, and mustered up the courage to tell about the past...

In the elegant living room, the fragrance of tea curls up.

Liang Xiaoqi stood in front of the quaint desk, persevering in the little wolf hair, and carefully painted and colored the painting she had just made.

Now there are rumors and rumors outside, making people panic, but Liang Xiaoqi never cares about them.

She has always been an indifferent woman.

If Song Enshuo can make money, that's the best, if he can't, it's no big deal.

It's not that she hasn't suffered.

Her only wish in life is to guard her only child, Song Zhen.

As long as Song Zhen can grow up healthily and happily, it will be her greatest fulfillment.

Caifeng was half painted, when someone knocked on the study door, Liang Xiaoqi looked up: "Come in."

It was Song Enshuo who came.

He seemed to be in a hurry, with a dusty look, and a strange expression on his face, a look Liang Xiaoqi had never seen in more than ten years.

She couldn't help but put down her pen and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Enshuo walked forward slowly and looked at her: "Xiaoqi, after all these years, in all fairness, how do I, Song Enshuo, treat you and Song Zhen?"

His appearance made Liang Xiaoqi's heart ring alarm bells: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Enshuo stared at her for a long time and said, "I want a divorce!"

Liang Xiaoqi didn't speak.

She silently picked up the pen and continued the previous drawing, as if she didn't take his words to heart at all.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Song Enshuo jumped angrily, rushed forward, and knocked over her pen holder!

He snatched her unfinished painting and tore it to pieces!

He seemed to be furious, pointed at her, and scolded: "For so many years, I have treated you with all my heart and soul, and treated Song Zhen as my own, but what about you? When will you really put me in your heart? When will you be able to?" Looking at me right in the eye?"

(End of this chapter)