After Divorce I Was Haunted By My Ex Husband

The call is connected.

He Wanwan was actually thinking about what to do if Huo Ziting didn't answer her call.

Fortunately, although the situation that made her feel stuck had happened before, it didn't happen this time.

Some things, perhaps, are destined.

It is said that feng shui takes turns, this time, heh, God obviously favors her.

"Zi Ting."

He Wanwan didn't cry anymore, she didn't use the crying voice she used frequently recently, and she didn't play those cute tunes pretentiously.

It's just normal.

But her being so ordinary actually aroused Huo Ziting's guilt towards her.

Of course, at the moment, this feeling will be extraordinarily magnified, and there is another reason.

Huo Ziting heard Ning Hui's words just now.

He didn't expect that He Wanwan actually woke up and knew that he was leaving tonight.

Originally, he thought it was just Ning Hui's rhetoric.

"Wanwan, I'm sorry."

"..."

"I'm really sorry."

Before He Wanwan could speak, Huo Ziting spoke first.

"Where have you been? Ziting, what I need is never your apology. Besides, I always think that an apology is the most useless."

He Wanwan didn't want to waste time talking with Huo Ziting, what she wanted right now was a choice from Huo Ziting.

This night, whether he will leave or stay.

In his marriage with Xu Huan, whether he should leave or not.

Of course, in He Wanwan's prediction, the answer Huo Ziting gave her could only be what she wanted.

She didn't allow it, he made other choices.

However, Huo Ziting apologized first, which made her want to question.

"Since you feel sorry for me, why do you do things that make me sad?"

He Wanwan pursed her lips and raised her chin stubbornly.

She was on the rooftop, her eyes were not focused, "Ziting, I didn't want to ask at first, but now, I have something to ask you at this time."

"You are soft-hearted towards Xu Huan. What kind of tricks did she use to you? Or are you simply sympathizing with her?"

"..."

"Do you sympathize with the weak side? Before I was weak, you favored me and liked me, but now that Xu Huan has no identity, you favor her?"

Lowering her head, when He Wanwan was asking questions, her face was so cold that no trace of emotion could be seen.

She looked at the dagger in her hand, under the moonlight, the knife gleamed with a cold white light.

"Don't rush to deny, Ziting, there are some things that depend not on what you say, but on how you do it. I have guessed this before, and your mother also said it. At that time, you didn't approve of this kind of thing." Possibility, but as of today, how I feel, that's how it is."

He Wanwan was thinking about whether to also record Huo Ziting's words.

But she didn't have much mood, and then, she thought, recording or something, using Xu Huan's to stimulate Huo Ziting would be more useful, but using Huo Ziting's to stimulate Xu Huan might not have much effect.

Regardless of whether Xu Huan's current indifference and letting go are fake or real, her feelings for Huo Ziting have been exhausted for a long time, and this is always true.

"Feelings, love, they can't be so funny, can we have them all at once?"

"..."

"Ziting, have you ever thought that you have hurt Xu Huan, shouldn't you hurt me again? You failed her, are you going to fail me again? The choice you are making now is not rational, you That way, it just makes us all miserable."

"..."

"Look at WeChat, huh? If you still have even the slightest bit of guilt towards me, then look at WeChat now, I've sent you something."

All that needs to be said has been said.

He Wanwan uttered all the words and emotions in her heart.

It wasn't particularly intense, after all, huh, her really extreme ruthless moves were on WeChat, not on this call.

He Wanwan's question caught Huo Ziting a little.

He was thinking about how to reply to her. He admitted that what she said was well-founded from the point of view of He Wanwan's speech.

It's just that what she thinks about is only herself.

He couldn't tell how much was wrong with the logic of this behavior, but he didn't agree.

He is now very firm, very clear, he does not want a divorce.

It seemed that there was no need for his reply at all, He Wanwan hung up the phone directly.

He Wanwan mentioned WeChat.

Huo Ziting's first reaction was that He Wanwan had sent the recording he asked her for earlier.

However, when he actually opened WeChat, he froze.

Not the recording he thought it was.

A photo of a dagger touching his wrist suddenly hit Huo Ziting's eyes.

She had never shown him the wound on He Wanwan's wrist so clearly.

There will be cover.

He Wanwan would think that her wound is not pretty.

But now, all of this is clearly in front of Huo Ziting.

What does it mean.

Huo Ziting guessed that some threats do not need to be expressed in straightforward language.

The car that was originally started was stopped by Huo Ziting.

With a cold expression, Huo Ziting called He Wanwan back.

Without deliberately delaying time, He Wanwan answered quickly.

"Wanwan, what are you doing? Threatening me?"

Stretching out his hand, Huo Ziting pulled down the tie tied around his neck. Huo Ziting held the phone tightly with one hand, and put the other hand on the black steering wheel.

"The body is your own. You shouldn't despise your life like this. On this point, I have told you before."

"..."

"Also, Wanwan, I don't like being threatened by others, so don't do things that disgust me, huh?"

Huo Ziting was angry, not lightly.

He Wanwan could hear the coldness between his words, but there was no retreat, he was tough, and she was equally tough.

It's a gamble right now.

There can only be one winner.

Either he or she.

"You don't have to be threatened by me, Ziting, as you said, life is my own, you don't have to care about it, right? I died, that's my own choice, you don't have to feel any guilt, even, You don't have to feel sorry for me."

"..."

"I will really cut my pulse. If you don't come back, since I can do this kind of thing for the first time, then I can do it for the second time."

Laughing in a loose voice, He Wanwan made a move, brushing the hair that was blown to the face by the wind, and slowly pinning it behind her ears.

Really jumping and cutting or something, just talking.

She wouldn't do those things, but she bet that Huo Ziting couldn't leave, and he couldn't bear her.

There is still affection between them.

"Ziting, let me tell you one more thing. I'm on the roof of the hospital. If you haven't walked too far, heh, if you're still at the door, maybe you can see me fall."

"..."

"No way, I have thought that you will ignore me, the waiting time is too difficult, so if I still can't wait for you after cutting my pulse, I will jump down, well, of course, if I still have the strength. "