She went to Wen''s and found wenjo.

    Wenjo knew that there was no way to avoid it. He had to face it all.

    "Auntie." She gave her a cry.

    PA, ye minqiu gave her a slap, "you don''t call me aunt."

    It was the first time she had hit wenjo, her son, even more than that.

    Wenqiao lowered his eyes and bowed to ye minqiu: "I''m sorry."

    "I don''t know what the scene was like, but you can''t excuse his father''s death because of you."

    Wenjo did not speak.

    "Nanli iron heart to protect you, I can not pursue your legal responsibility, but, you look like this, or do not stay with him, at present his grandfather does not know this matter, if he knows, you..."

    Wenjo was just silent. If she could, she really didn''t want to leave.

    "Wenqiao, love shouldn''t be the only thing in the world. People like you can''t stay with Nanli, do you know? How do you want him to face you and his family. "

    Ye minqiu also said a lot, Wenqiao brain a blank, did not listen to how much, only know that Fu Nanli''s mother is now firmly against them together.

    When she left, wenjo did not remember.

    Late at night, the north wind howled, she stood for a long time, the mobile phone on the table shook, she finally came back to God.

    Open a text message, eyes suddenly have a light.

    She looked at the message word for word, her fingers trembling slightly, and her eyes almost burst into flames.

    She thumped on the table, gasping, clutching her teeth, whitening her knuckles, and finally, she deleted the message.

    She leaned on the back of the chair, and the whole person seemed to relax. Her fingers gently tapped on the table, and then and again, thinking about how to go down.

    Finally, she opened her eyes, clear and resolute.

    It seems that she has only one way to go.

    Late at night, Fu Nanli received a short message from Wen Qiao, with only a few words [let''s break up].

    The cigarette in Fu Nanli''s fingers was not stable, and it was hot to his fingers. The burning pain made his mind very clear. The two words of parting were more painful than the burning of cigarette ends.

    Holding his mobile phone, he hurried out of the door, and even Qin Bei didn''t have time to call. He took the car key and drove straight to Wenqiao''s home.

    Qin Bei in the opposite villa saw his young master driving and ran after him.

    This is the first time that he drives himself since the accident. He is really afraid of what happened to him.

    The black Bentley is racing along the city''s wide roads.

    Qin Bei and song''an in the back were really worried.

    In the old courtyard, wenjo sat quietly, counting the time, almost every minute as she expected, when a knock rang out.

    Her heart thump, should face, always have to face.

    Isn''t that what they want? Only when she satisfies him can he let go of his guard.

    When the door of the bedroom was pushed open, Fu Nanli was covered with wind and frost, and his eyes were turbulent: "Wenqiao, explain to me, what is the meaning of the text message just now?"

    Fu Nanli once said that Wenqiao was a performer. Sure enough, she acted very well. She said coldly, "it means literally. Let''s break up."

    Bang, Fu Nanli''s mobile phone fell to the ground, and the family members in the living room were shocked.