Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Wen Liang didn't hear clearly and thought it was Fu Zheng's drunken babble.

She twitched her wrist, but before she could pull it out, Fu Zheng tightened her grip.

Wen Liang reached out to pry Fu Zheng's fingers, but he couldn't pry them off at all.

Fu Zheng whispered again, "A Liang, I love you."

Wen Liang paused, and the movement of her hands suddenly stopped. She thought she was hearing something, so she turned her ear and asked softly, "Fu Zheng, what did you say?"

"I love you, Ah Liang, don't leave me. I know I was wrong. I will love you well in the future. Don't leave me..."

Fu Zheng was well aware of his cowardice. He was afraid of seeing Wen Liang's cold and mocking eyes, so he only dared to beg Wen Liang in this way.

Wen Liang lowered his eyes after hearing this.

She thought maybe Fu Zheng recognized the wrong person in his sleep.

Even if he didn't admit his mistake, he didn't want to divorce her just because of guilt.

After suffering so much and paying a heavy price, she would never get entangled with him again.

Wen Liang continued to open Fu Zheng's fingers one by one.

Sensing Wen Liang's intention to leave, Fu Zheng felt a sense of loss and despair.

She didn't react at all to his confession.

Can't he keep her after all?

A surge of sourness welled up from the bottom of my heart.

No, he couldn't let her go!

Fu Zheng's big hand holding her wrist suddenly tightened, Wen Liang exclaimed, and fell on him unexpectedly.

Fu Zheng turned over, pressed Wen Liang under him, accurately captured her lips, and kissed her hard.

Her lips were fresh and soft, and he couldn't help but fall in love with her.

"Um..."

Her breath was filled with the strong smell of alcohol. Wen Liang held her breath, put her arms on her chest, pushed his shoulders hard, turned her head left and right and struggled to avoid his hot lips, "Fu Zheng... let me go... …”

Fu Zheng's chest was like an iron wall, and Wen Liang couldn't push him away even with all his strength.

Fu Zheng freed up a hand to pinch Wen Liang's chin, taking advantage of Wen Liang's pain, and opened her teeth aggressively with the tip of his tongue, driving straight in, doing whatever he wanted, making Wen Liang breathless.

Wen Liang was angry and anxious, and was about to open her mouth to bite him, but Fu Zheng suddenly stopped, buried his head in the crook of his neck, all the hot breath he breathed sprayed on her neck, and murmured infatuatedly, "Ah Liang, what can I do to keep you from leaving me? Whatever you want me to do, I will promise you!"

"Unless you can bring the child back to life, for the sake of the child, I can keep you as the father. But you know this is impossible." Wen Liang was silent for a few seconds, looked at the ceiling, and answered seriously.

Fu Zheng felt a chill in his heart when he heard about the child.

He didn't answer anything, lying on Wen Liang's body, breathing evenly, as if he was asleep.

Those few mutterings just now seemed as if they had never happened, as if they were just warm auditory hallucinations.

Wen Liang pushed him away from her, straightened her clothes, stood up and left the room.

Before leaving, she glanced at Fu Zheng on the bed and said, "When you wake up, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau as soon as possible. There's no point in delaying it any longer."

The door opened and closed.

Fu Zheng slowly opened his eyes, the smile on his lips was extremely bitter.

No matter what, he couldn't keep her.

With her intelligence, she could definitely see that he was not drunk.

It's just that she gave him some face and didn't break the window paper.

The lies can no longer continue.

How he wished that he was really drunk and would never wake up, so that they would never get divorced.

Fu Zheng closed his eyes and got up from the bed with difficulty.

While arranging his clothes, he found the cigarette case and lighter in his pocket, unconsciously took them out and lit a cigarette, opened the window, and started smoking slowly.

The cold wind blows in the face, the sparks flicker, and the eyes are filled with smoke.

In the past, Fu Zheng didn't know why some people loved smoking so much.

Now, he understands.

After finishing a cigarette, Fu Zheng put out the cigarette butt and blew the cold wind for a while until the smell of cigarette smoke dissipated from his body before leaving the room.

Wen Liang is waiting for him downstairs.

She seemed to know that he would come down soon.

The two looked at each other and quickly looked away.

What was tacitly understood was that he was reluctant to leave her and she was determined to leave.

"Let's go."

"Okay." Wen Liang stood up and followed Fu Zheng into the car.

This time, Fu Zheng did not deliberately slow down, and the journey was smooth.

The car quickly stopped in the parking lot outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

This is their second time here.

Fu Zheng and Wen Liang got out of the car one after another, took their IDs, and walked in side by side in tacit agreement. No one spoke, and the silence was strange.

As he walked in, Fu Zheng suddenly took Wen Liang's hand and said, "For the last time," before she pulled it out.

In the past three years, he had many opportunities to hold her hand and hold the shaky kite string.

It's a pity that he still missed it.

The kite flew away, completely out of his sight.

His hand was as warm as ever, enveloping her entire hand.

Wen Liang remembered that the last time she came to the Civil Affairs Bureau, she could not see clearly, and he held her hand and walked up the steps just like now.

It seems to be no different from last time.

But there seems to be no difference.

In front of the window, Fu Zheng and Wen Liang submitted the documents.

The staff member glanced at the name, raised his head, and was about to speak when he suddenly realized something, lowered his head and took a closer look at the name on the ID.

Confirming that he had read correctly, he raised his head, looked between Fu Zheng and Wen Liang, and asked, "Why do you want a divorce?"

Fu Zheng and Wen Liang are getting divorced. Could it be that Fu Zheng really cheated? The staff seemed to have discovered some secret and tried hard to suppress their inner curiosity and excitement.

"personality clashes."

"Emotional breakdown."

Wen Liang and Fu Zheng answered together.

After answering, the two looked at each other.

"Are you sure? Marriage is a lifelong matter, don't think about it anymore."

"I've thought about it carefully." Wen Liang replied calmly.

At this moment, Wen Liang finally understood the difference between this visit to the Civil Affairs Bureau and the last time.

Although she chose to divorce Fu Zheng last time, she was still reluctant to let go and her emotions were surging.

At that time, she still loved Fu Zheng deeply, but she just didn't want Fu Zheng to know that she liked him, and she didn't want to dwell on what made Fu Zheng look down on, so she agreed to divorce.

But this time, she was very decisive in her heart, without any hesitation.

She is very clear about her request, which is to get a divorce.

Listening to Wen Liang's decisive answer, Fu Zheng's heart felt sour and suffocating.

The staff looked at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng heard his own voice saying: "Think about it carefully."

At the same time, he also heard something in his heart shatter to pieces.

He carefully picked it up and put it together, but the cracks on it were so intertwined that they could no longer be repaired as before.

The last time he came to the Civil Affairs Bureau, he didn't realize that he had fallen in love with her, but he subconsciously delayed it.

This time he understood that he liked her, and his answer was decisive and clear.

This may be the last thing he does for her in this marriage.

Hearing Fu Zheng's voice, Wen Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally coming to an end.

How sad are you?

No.

How happy are you?

nor.

Just calm.

Maybe she felt a little uncomfortable when she got divorced, but she will get better over time.

The staff took back the marriage certificate and handed the two divorce certificates into their hands, "Okay, you have dissolved your marriage!"