“Song Mingda, we are not suitable.”
Although Lin Yu’s face looked ugly, she no longer had the fear she had before. Feng Yin was her greatest confidence and was even stronger than her own father and mother.
Song Mingda, who heard Lin Yu’s words opposite, immediately looked at Lin Yu with a affectionate expression, begging: “Yu’er, don’t do this, okay, I really love you very much, I know you are afraid of what I did before, but I really love you, I can’t lose you, please.”
Song Mingda said pitifully and affectionately, but Lin Yu was unmoved, and even saw it a little clearer.
He always does this.
Always use the excuse of loving others to achieve his goals.
“Song Mingda, now we can get divorced when we get married. We just had a relationship and felt it was not suitable to separate. Is it necessary for you to make a fuss like this?”
“I won’t take back my words. I have broken up with you. Please don’t disturb my life.”
Lin Yu said ruthlessly without leaving any room for anything.
Song Mingda’s body was shaking, as if he could not withstand such a blow.
“Why – I didn’t do it well enough? Can I change it? I really change it?”
Song Mingda begged as if he couldn’t understand the words. Someone passed by in groups of three or three next to him, and his steps could slow down, lean back, waiting for the standard posture of gossip feeding.
Feng Yin, who had not made any sound, pulled Lin Yu.
“This is not a good place to speak.”
Lin Yu turned around, no longer said a word to Song Mingdao.
Lin Yu, who was dragging her suitcase, walked over to Song Mingda. Song Mingda tried to grab her shoulder, but was blocked by Feng Yin.
“Get out of the way!”
“You can care! Do you really think you are a dish.”
Feng Yin sarcastically without reservation, disdain in his eyes poured out, and the cells all over his body were written with a sentence: Young and I will do this!
“Go.”