She has wasted so many years.

But now, Yan Shanyue didn't want to waste any more.

"Li Zhiwei is dead. No one can put a block on us anymore?"

Qie Wang said in a hurry.

Yan Shanyue looked at Qie Wang’s face, and she said helplessly, “Qie Wang, you may not know why your marriage and I came to this day? Not because of Li Zhiwei but because of you. I thought that after the divorce, You have become different! But now I know that there is no difference. After the divorce, you are still like this. In this world, not everything has a reason. You go, for our two children. , I don't want to tear my face with you."

Qie Wang held Yan Shanyue's hand tightly, he had nothing now.

He wants a home.

He wanted to hold her.

She is the last piece of driftwood in his life.

"Wife, let's get married again."

"I reject."

Yan Shanyue released Qie Wang's hand and left with a smile.

Looking at her back, Qie Wang walked to Yan Shanyue in a stride.

His big hand grasped Yan Shanyue's arm, and then pressed Yan Shanyue to one wall.

"My wife, don't go."

Qiao Wang at this time was like crazy.

Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang looked at each other, and they rushed to Yan Shanyue's side.

Qie Wang took out a fruit knife and pressed it to Yan Shanyue's neck.

"Wife, remarry, okay?"

"Wife, we are the same before, living together well, okay?"

"My wife, I know I was wrong, I will definitely correct it later, my wife, I want to be with you."

Qie Wang's voice, one after another, carried a hint of sadness.

He can't lose her.

He cannot have her in his life.

"Qie Wang, remarrying with you is absolutely impossible."

Qi Wang's hand was dancing with a fruit knife, with a slight force, and there was a gorgeous and determined smile on his face.

"If you don't remarry me, then die. Let's die together."

"Death? Do you think I'm afraid of death?" Yan Shanyue's eyes were all determined, and she continued: "Instead of living like before, I'm really better off dead. Living is not only for me Just a noun, not only represents life and death, it also has more meanings, such as dreams..."

Li Qingcang stepped forward in time and separated Qie Wang and Yan Shanyue. What if Qie Wang had a fruit knife as a murder weapon?

He faced Li Qingcang.

Li Qingcang is the king of soldiers in the army.

To him empty-handed is as simple as breathing.

A very easy and natural thing.

Li Qingcang grabbed the fruit knife in Qie Wang's hand, and Yan Shanyue walked to Qie Wang's face with an angry smile, stretched out her hand, and slapped Qie Wang's face.

"Qie Wang, you really disappoint me."

Qie Wang looked at Yan Shanyue's departure from a distance, and there was an unspeakable sadness and pain in his heart.

She was disappointed.

She didn't even want to look at him.

"Uncle Qie, I think you have a mental problem. I suggest you consult a psychiatrist."

Qie Wang looked at Ye Tianxin's face, but he didn't speak.

Turned around and left directly.

Is he mentally problematic?

How is this possible?

He is a doctor himself.

How could he have problems.

About Qie Wang's appearance at the exhibition, Li Qingcang called and told Qie Yiyan that under the current situation, Qie Yiyan might do more things with unpredictable consequences.