Chapter 3774 Let’s Get Divorced! 10

He looked at her, "What about you? After you remarry, will you still think about having a daughter?"

He Huan's temper was not very good either. His expression was not good, and they almost quarreled.

The lawyer saw that the wind was coming in the right direction, so he avoided it and went out. There were only the two of them in the huge office.

There was no one around, so He Huan didn't have to worry anymore, "Qin Mo, you don't need to talk like this. Aren't you talking about me and Rong Yue?"

Qin Mo's eyes narrowed.

He Huan picked up the pen and whispered, "Yes, I will be with him immediately after we divorce."

She was probably too angry, and she signed it quickly.

The pen was very strong, almost tearing the paper, and Qin Mo was watching on the side, holding his fingers tightly.

He said coldly, "You must not have seen this last one. For Yihuan's growth, we can't remarry before she is ten years old."

He Huan was stunned, and then he flipped through and saw a line of small words, which was indeed written like this.

In fact, she didn't care about remarrying again, and she didn't have the idea of ​​renewing her relationship with Rong Yue. The past is the past.

But some people just can't let go and want to make trouble for her.

He Huan laughed in a low voice, with a mocking smile: "Qin Mo, what do you think this can restrict? There is a kind of relationship between men and women called cohabitation, and a man like you can be kept. It's interesting for you to write this now? You just don't want me to marry Rong Yue, right? You just can't let go of your self-esteem, and you just care that you have been used by me once, right?"

Qin Mo stared at her, 'Finally said what was in his heart. '

He stood up and pulled her to his side, "Do you want to live with Rong Yue?"

He Huan fell into his arms, and there was a trace of fear on her face when she looked up.

Qin Mo's heart hurt, knowing that she still couldn't forget that night.

She didn't forget, in fact, he didn't either, and he couldn't let go.

Qin Mo let go of her dejectedly, let her sit in the original place, and he still stood at the French window.

"Qin Mo, I'll leave if you sign, and I don't need your money," He Huan said in a slightly tired voice, "Let's let each other go, okay?"

He still stood there, ignoring her at first.

He just stood there for a long time, and then whispered, "You hate me, right?"

"Yes," He Huan admitted directly, "I'm afraid of you too."

Qin Mo let out a long breath: 'Actually, I hate you too, He Huan. '

As he said this, he suddenly turned around and stared at her.

In his eyes, there was a touch of red, bloodshot.

He Huan also looked at him.

The air was also silent.

As if it had frozen.

After a long time, he finally came over slowly, sat down opposite her, picked up the pen on the table, signed his name, and after signing the last stroke, he spoke in a low voice: "In our marriage, I have never loved anyone else, I only hated you."

After that, he leaned back gently, shielding his eyes with his hands: "Miss He, you can go now. It will take a week to get the certificate. I will ask the secretary to send it to you. As for the handover of property, I will ask the company's finance department to handle it with you."

He Huan's throat seemed to be choked, and she felt indescribable.

She actually hated him, but now that they were separated like this, neither of them would be happy.

She wanted to speak, and he raised his hand: "No need to say anything, I'm tired of hearing words of hatred for me, and it's really unnecessary to say sorry. You're sorry for me because you don't love me."