Chinese wealthy family, my billionaire mother-in-law

"Ms. Song, you can tattoo your name on every part of your Fu Dong's body before the divorce."

With that said, Gu Zhen handed over a pen.

Song Weiyu's smile slowly solidified and floated in the air silently.

The pile of documents was like a stone, blocking her throat and trying to hit her heart.

I have said divorce so many times, but this is the only time I have actually faced a divorce agreement.

She seemed to be suffocating.

Just now, those peach-blossom eyes were still bright and full of energy, and they were making very hurtful jokes, but now they were like the moon covered with a layer of gauze.

And this veil was covered by her own hands.

In fact, no matter how thin the gauze is and there are too many layers, it can still make people suffocate.

Gu Zhen sighed and wanted to take back the pen, but she pulled it away.

"Just sign the general record, right?"

All the file lists are summarized in the first file, and she only needs to write three words in the summary list.

Those details were pinned into attachments, and she didn't bother to read them. Anyway, they were all voluntarily given up.

Like, give him up voluntarily.

The moment she started writing, Gu Zhen blocked the signature area and said, "Yu, think about it again."

Gu Zhen has seen countless divorced couples, but divorce is both common and uncommon for this class.

Because most couples in this class are involved in interests. 90% of couples have no real feelings for each other and just need this marriage certificate for common interests.

Fu Haitang was different. His extreme and exclusive love for Song Weiyu was seen by the entire circle.

That's a full 30 years.

In the past 30 years, Song Weiyu's domineering and unruly behavior has doubled, but Fu Haitang's love is always one point more domineering than hers. No matter how overbearing she is, no matter how tossing she is, she is always within the protective circle controlled by him.

Being so affectionate and dedicated, and one of the best in the industry, Gu Zhen didn't believe that Song Weiyu was really willing to let go.

Moreover, Li He once mentioned in front of her, consciously or unconsciously, that once Song Weiyu divorced, he would never remarry for the rest of his life.

Then you need to be more cautious.

Gu Zhen covered the place where he signed, and began to seduce: "Think again, where can you find such a good man? Not only he is so handsome, but he also has broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs. Really, you two It’s so special when we stand together. Look, you look classic and sexy, and he is elegant and noble. You two are a perfect match. Especially you..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Weiyu's calm voice suddenly broke in.

"Why are you all talking for him? Is Chen Fang any worse than him?"

The corners of her eyebrows and eyes were all trying to defend Chen Fang.

It seemed that Gu Zhen's words completely determined her intention to sign. She directly pulled Gu Zhen's hand away and signed neatly.

Gu Zhen nodded: "Okay, then tomorrow I will send the documents to Mr. Fu. After Mr. Fu signs it and the property division is completed, you two can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for divorce. Wait for another month. After one month, the divorce certificate will be obtained Got it."

Song Weiyu looked at the documents on his lap, and suddenly his vision became blurry.

Divorce is really easy.

It would be as simple as giving up on him.

A tear fell untimely, hitting the last stroke of her signature.

Gu Zhen quickly took a tissue and carefully sucked it away, "It's okay, I can't see it. I will send you a message tomorrow after Director Fu signs it."

Standing up, Gu Zhen looked at the open box on her bedside table. Inside is a cheongsam with a matte black background embroidered with dark bamboo leaves, and the buttons are actually made of round imperial green jade beads.

Like a flower in the dark night, it is cold and noble, yet hidden in danger.

Song Weiyu had never worn a black cheongsam before.

"Yu, the color of this cheongsam really suits you."

She is elegant and sexy, with bright and seductive eyes. She is wearing a black cheongsam. Standing next to the equally dangerous man, she must be a perfect match.

Gu Zhen left, got off the elevator, sat in the car, took out his mobile phone with a smile, and sent a text message: "Boss, you signed successfully. Once Fu finishes signing, you can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to register for divorce."

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Outside the ward, Assistant Hao took her mobile phone to contact a large company that is now engaged in new media. When Director Song is discharged from the hospital, the first thing she will do is to go out in person and contact the business one by one.

In fact, she has not cared much about the head office's affairs in the past few years. Director Fu goes to the company on time every day to take charge, and her two sons are more professional than the other.

She was happy with the three men making money for him.

Now, he has to come out again.

When he raised his head to relieve the pain in his cervical spine, Assistant Hao spotted a touch of turquoise on the marble countertop of the nurse's station.

Such a familiar color.

He took a closer look and saw three high-end fabric brocade boxes neatly stacked together. The boxes were wrapped in turquoise green silk with the two characters "Chu Fang" embroidered on them.

This is the tailor shop where Fu Dong customizes ready-made clothes every year.