"Rong Fan, I want to go to Italy to see the prosperity of Venice, the scenery of Dolphin Island, live in an Italian palace-style house, and experience the romantic art there."

"When I complete my cooperation with Italy, I will take you there. You can stay as long as you want."

These words seemed to have happened yesterday, so close, but so far, so far that if Rong Fan did not mention them, she would have forgotten them.

"You can't admit this false charge of domestic violence. What you do will ruin will be more than just a cooperation." Xia Ran looked at Rong Fan with a little dazed look.

Rong Fan slowly stepped forward and approached step by step, pushing Xia Ran to the wall, holding her on both sides of her, tying her in his arms, and looking down at Xia Ran: "My dear wife, if I don't admit domestic violence, will you want everyone in the world to know that you are a mental patient tomorrow? With the help of all the people who want to deal with me but have no way to ask for help, force me to send you to a mental hospital, and use you to pinch my weakness?"

"You would rather go to a psychiatric hospital than be with me!"

"That's right!"

Xia Ran's roar made the air stagnate. She looked away and refused to look at Rong Fan, because everything Rong Fan said was true. She was ready for both. Whether Rong Fan admits it or not, she has the chance to leave Rong Fan.

"Actually, you don't have to do anything, as long as you sign the divorce agreement..." Xia Ran raised her eyes and looked at Rong Fan lightly, "I have nothing to do with you, and no one will use me to deal with you, let alone worry that I will join outsiders to deal with you."

"I want to sign unless I die!" Rong Fan's clear voice felt a little cold.

"Rong Fan, if I know you in this world, I dare to recognize you second, and no one dares to recognize you first. I have been by your side for so many years, but I have learned 100% of your methods. Do you have to use your methods to deal with you?" Xia Ran looked at Rong Fan with cold eyes.

Rong Fan looked at the woman who had already merged into his bones and rubbed his blood, making him unable to give up even if he gave up his life. His eyes were deep, and he leaned over and blocked her little mouth that made him painful. The cold fragrance of wine left between his lips and teeth was rolled into his mouth with his protest sound. He kissed her with unprecedented barbarity and rudeness. Even though she bit his lips angrily and even if his blood flowed into their mouths, he still kissed her persistently, just as he loved her. Even if the blood of love dripped, he would rather die and die than let her go.

The cold liquid poured into his mouth with the smell of rust in his mouth. He slowly let go of her, looking at her already crying, his heart was like a knife.

He reached out and wanted to wipe away the tears from her eyes as gently as a long time ago, but she pushed them away.

Xia Ran slid down and sat on the ground, holding her face in her hands, and cried and shouted: "Rong Fan, get out, get out now, don't let me see you. Even if I owe you too much in my previous life, I will pay it off in this life! Why don't you let me go? I hate you, I hate you!"

I hate you one by one, like a sharp blade inserted into Rong Fan's heart, and the fists hanging on both sides tightened and tightened. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath before turning around, and his steps were a little floating outside the room.
Chapter completed!