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Chapter 1795
Cassandra saw Zhantingcheng walking towards him, and thought that Zhantingcheng was out of anger, and was finally willing to take care of her.
Who would have thought that Zhan Tingcheng walked up to her and threw the file in his hand on her? Indifferent said: “Cassandra, this is our divorce agreement. Take a look. If there is no objection, just sign it.”
Cassandra went crazy in an instant, and slid the divorce agreement back to Zhanting City, pulling the Zhanting. Cheng’s hand pleaded bitterly: “Tingcheng, I won’t divorce. I won’t divorce.”
Zhantingcheng pulled her hand away and looked at Cassandra’s ugly face, saying meaningfully: “Cassandra, Back then I fell in love with you because of your beauty. Now I leave you because of your ugliness.
You look at yourself, not only with a hideous face, but also an ugly heart. I don’t know what else I have. Reasons to love a woman who is ugly from the inside out?”
Cassandra pushed open Zhanting City and roared: “You despise me?”
Zhan Tingcheng said: “Yes, I despise you. Cassandra, me Regret for not seeing your ugly heart earlier, regret for taking you back to the imperial capital, regret for giving you the opportunity to hurt my son. Cassandra, in all fairness, is Hanjue bad?
He loves Zhengling so much, knowing that we are twice and three times. Fan framed Zheng Ling, but because of his filial piety, he chose to bear Zheng Ling. “And you, at all, don’t know how much tolerance and stubbornness Han Jue has in his compromises, you don’t know how Han Jue embraces Zheng Ling. How much guilt?â€
You have been embarrassed again and again, challenging Hanjue’s bottom line again and again, you ruined your mother-child relationship, but also ruined your son’s life. Tell me, what reason do I have to go with you? After the second half of your life? You are the executioner who killed my son. I don’t want to see you…”
Cassandra tugged her hair painfully, “That was an accident. Tingcheng, I love children too.”
Zhantingchengdao : “That’s not an accident. That’s the retribution that you can’t tolerate Zheng Ling.”
Zhanting City cleaned up the excitement and said calmly: “You pack your things and leave the tourmaline manor by yourself.”
Yubi turned and left.
Cassandra collapsed, she suddenly jumped up, hugged Zhantingcheng tightly from behind, and cried: “I don’t want to leave you, Tingcheng, I beg you, don’t let me leave you. I know I am wrong, I really know that I am wrong. I am willing to atone for my mistakes, just beg you not to leave me.”
Cassandra’s mind is full of pictures of Zhantingcheng’s affection with her.
They worked hand in hand through such a long and miserable day, no matter how low she was, Zhantingcheng never gave up on her.
She knew that Zhantingcheng didn’t dislike her for being ugly at all, he just lost his son and was chilling with her.
“Tingcheng, I love you. You can’t leave me.”
Zhantingcheng turned around and pushed her away.
Looking at Cassandra indifferently and remotely, he said, “No, you don’t love me. You don’t love me. You depend on me.”
Cassandra stared at Zhanting City in disbelief. “I love you.”
Zhantingcheng’s face was a desperate expression.
“Love should be like Han Jue and Zheng Ling. Zheng Ling is willing to give up her hatred of us for Han Jue. Even for Han Jue, she is willing to compromise us to please us.
Even the relatives around Han Jue are unlimited. Tolerance. The love of Zhengling is the love of the house and the black. And Hanjue is the guardian of the trickling water, the companion of the worry, and the harmony of the mountains and the world.
Only when they dare to stay with Junjue.” “It is true, theirs. The realm of love is too high, we ordinary people cannot learn such a lofty love. But compared to their love house and black, you never cared about my feelings, knowing that I don’t like you to hurt Zhengling and cause trouble to Hanjue, you still Ignore my instructions over and over again and do my own way.
Cassandra, I used to think it was your willfulness, but now I know that it is not willfulness, but it is not love. You don’t love me. Am I right? “
“No, I love you.” Cassandra said weakly.