The chief favors one wife and two treasures

Chapter 1 signed
In the manor villa, the summer vegetation is luxuriant, and the sunset in the evening gilded the villa with a layer of gold. The peaceful scenery is intoxicating, but the sudden scolding shattered the tranquility...

"Shen Hanxiu, you liar! You human trafficker! I have been following you since childhood, but you treat me like this! Playing with my feelings, pity my child, I was really blind to fall in love with you!"

"Bang" there was a sound of throwing things, followed by a woman's crying and cursing: "You are not human! You are worse than animals! You will be punished by God!"

The woman in the door kept scolding, the servant outside the room whispered, and a new aunt asked: "Who is the woman in that room? Why do you go crazy and scold Mr. at this point?"

The older aunt said: "It's my wife..."

The new aunt looked skeptical: "Madam? How could sir marry such a woman?"

The old aunt shook her head and regretted: "Oh, my wife is not like this. She is a very understanding girl, and she has always had a good relationship with her husband. Some time ago, my wife gave birth, but... the child disappeared! I haven't found it yet! "

"Huh? The child is missing?"

"Yeah, after that, my wife divorced my husband, and my husband never agreed. Later, my wife locked herself in the house all day long. The doctor said that she was suffering from depression, but it was strange. My wife was quiet when my husband was not at home." Yes, seeing her husband coming home from work, she threw things like crazy, I think she wants to force him to divorce."

"It turns out that's the case, but they are still young. They can conceive again after the child is gone, and they don't necessarily have to divorce."

"Who knows about the wealthy family?"

"I heard my wife scolding those things. Is there someone outside, sir?"

The old aunt immediately denied what she said: "No, before I met my wife, my husband didn't have a woman by his side. After having a wife, I put all my thoughts on her. I watched my husband grow up. A person who messes with flowers."

"Sir, you are back!"

While the two were chewing their tongues, there was a unanimous greeting from downstairs, and then the two continued to clean up carefully.

The man under everyone's eyes can perceive his innate kingly aura with just one glance, especially the stability of a mature man. From a closer look, the man has a handsome face and an extraordinary appearance. He is wearing a tailor-made handmade suit. Every movement exudes a unique charm, which makes people unable to take their eyes off.

This man is Shen Hanxiu who women say is inferior to a beast.

He went straight upstairs and knew where the woman was without asking, because the sound of cursing and smashing things intensified through a door.

"Shen Hanxiu, you son of a bitch, white-eyed wolf!"

The aunt who cleaned the stairs stopped what she was doing, looked at each other, and greeted in a low voice: "Sir..."

Shen Hanxiu's frowning never let go, he waved his hands to signal them to leave, and the old aunt took away all the servants in the building.

Shen Hanxiu opened the door, curses poured out immediately, and then a crystal table shattered at his feet.

The house was in a mess, his usual clothes were thrown all over the floor, glass shards were shattered all over the floor, the woman in the room was wearing a simple white dress, she looked thin but very pretty, her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her feet were tied together. He didn't have any shoes on, and he threw things and scolded him with his back turned.

Shen Hanxiu strode forward and hugged the excited woman by the waist. The woman's exquisite face showed panic, and the thin vase in her hand smashed over.

The bottle shattered, blood was drawn into threads and flowed down the man's face.

Shen Han shaves his face and holds the woman in his arms. The woman is startled and struggles to get down. She steps on the glass shards, frowns, and looks at him with almond eyes and continues to curse: "I thought you didn't dare to come back!"

Shen Hanxiu ignored her accusation, turned around and brought her shoes, and said two words without emotion: "Put them on."

The woman kicked the shoe away: "You don't need to worry about it!" Then she turned around and took out a pen and paper from the bedside, and slapped the man's chest aggressively: "I signed it! I want to leave!"

Shen Hanxiu knew what it was without looking. He took the pen and paper and threw it on the bed beside him. Looking at her bleeding soles, he took her hand and walked out: "Go and stop the bleeding first."

The woman shook off his hand, and stubbornly went to take back the pen and paper: "I signed it! When do you want to delay it?"

"Su Nian!" Shen Hanxiu called her name in a low voice, the male voice was so cold that one could clearly hear the forbearance in his tone.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, the woman seemed to have made up her mind to go, looked left and right, picked up a shard of glass from the ground and pressed it against her fair neck, pointed at the pen and paper on the bed and shouted at Shen Hanxiu: "Sign."

Shen Hanxiu didn't answer, but walked towards her with a dark face.

The woman took a few steps back and poked the piece of glass at herself vigorously, blood oozing from her fair neck immediately: "Sign or not?"

Shen Hanxiu frowned, stopped in his tracks, his eyes were stung by the bright red blood on her neck, in order to leave him for a divorce, she actually forced her to die?
He was also sad about losing his child, but she asked him for divorce again and again during such a time. How could a woman who loved her so much suddenly become like this?
The doctor said that her depression is getting worse, will she be happier without him?Leaving him... Will her condition improve?
Watching her exert force little by little, the blood soaked the skirt along her neck...

Shen Hanxiu looked away, turned around, picked up the pen and paper on the bed, walked to the table, and wrote down his name...

One stroke is finished, and the handwriting is chic, but I am afraid that no one will know the distress and helplessness in this stroke.

The woman dropped the piece of glass in her hand, took away the signed divorce agreement, and turned away with relief or some reluctance, pretending to be chic.

Left alone in a messy room, and the room is full of his and her memories...

(End of this chapter)