My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

After get off work, parking lot.

"Bu Yufan, your clothes? Didn't they get dirty the other day?"

Secretary Nan looked at him curiously.

He gave that Dior shirt to Bu Yufan, so he left a deep impression on him.

"You went to get dry cleaning after getting champagne all over you?"

Secretary Nan felt that this was unlikely as he didn't have the time.

"This? Someone gave it to me."

Bu Yufan deliberately acted mysterious.

"woman?"

Secretary Nan asked.

"It's either a woman or a man."

Bu Yufan did not answer directly, fearing that Secretary Nan would see through his thoughts.

"Wouldn't it be Wen Lan?"

Secretary Nan almost laughed out loud when he saw Bu Yufan's expression, which was trying to hide something but making it more obvious.

"how do you know?"

Bu Yufan was fooled.

"Humph!"

Secretary Nan sneered.

"Because she also gave me one! It was also DIOR!"

"What? I don't believe it!"

Bu Yufan suddenly felt disappointed, and his tone was full of undisguised jealousy.

"I put it in the car. You don't believe me? I'll show you!"

Secretary Nan opened the door of the G-Class and took out a paper bag.

He showed Bu Yufan the DIOR shirt that Wen Lan gave him as a show.

"Why did she give you clothes?"

Bu Yufan's questions were more childish than the last.

"I guess it's because I helped her with the legal documents for the divorce?"

Secretary Nan was pondering.

"This woman is really kind and righteous in her work."

Secretary Nan praised Wen Lan.

After hearing this, Bu Yufan felt very comfortable.

After all, Nan Yun's eyes on people were unusually strict.

It is not easy for Wen Lan to get his recognition.

"Wen Lan, and gave me a tie."

Bu Yufan shows off.

But his attention was attracted by the Dragon Boat Festival sachet hanging on Secretary Nan's car.

"Where did this come from?"

He frowned and asked Secretary Nan.

"Wen Lan gave it to me. She made it herself."

Secretary Nan told the truth.

"Why? She didn't give it to you? Many of our colleagues received it!"

Bu Yufan's mood dropped again.

He thought that Wen Lan's scented sachet was only given to him. Unexpectedly...

"elder brother!"

"what?"

Nan Yun was impatient.

"When you call me brother, I get nervous!"

"When will Wen Lan go to discuss divorce with...that person?"

Bu Yufan still asked.

"I think it's this Saturday!"

Secretary Nan replied and drove away.

"By the way, Bu Yufan. Find some time these days and I'll talk to you about An Liya."

The two bosses of IELTS Group left the company one after another.

As soon as they left, Wen Lan stumbled over.

"Wen Lan? Didn't you get off work early?"

The security guard at the gate booth saw her and greeted her.

"Hey! Don't mention it! My memory is so bad!"

Wen Lan responded from a distance.

"I put something in the closet and forgot to bring it!"

What Wen Lan forgot to take was the divorce agreement that Secretary Nan had printed and bound for her.

In the evening, Meng Jingran asked her out for dinner and shopping, so she thought about going to the company first to get the divorce agreement.

Wen Lan was about to leave after taking her things when she suddenly saw Zheng Xiaorou stumbling down the stairs.

"Xiao Rou, what's wrong with you?"

"Sister Wen Lan?"

Zheng Xiaorou was very surprised to see Wen Lan.

"Sister Wen Lan, you're here? Why are you here? It's good enough that you're here!"

Zheng Xiaorou suddenly burst into tears.

"What happened? Don't worry, don't scare me, okay?"

Wen Lan comforted her.

"The president asked me to deliver a document to him. But just now, when I was about to go downstairs, my mother called me and said she was hit by an electric bike!"

Zheng Xiaorou spoke to Wen Lan anxiously.

"Beat by an electric bike? Oh my god, are you okay, auntie?"

"My mom said her wrist hurts!"

"Then go find your mother! Do you want me to accompany you?"

Wen Lan gave her some advice.

"But what about the documents?"

Zheng Xiaorou is in a dilemma.

"Silly girl, go to the hospital quickly. Give me the documents!"

Zheng Xiaorou knew that Wen Lan was a person that Bu Yufan trusted deeply, so she handed the task over to Wen Lan with confidence.

And told her where to find Bu Yufan.

"Okay, I'll go deliver the documents now. Send me a message later to let you know you're safe, okay?"

Wen Lan was quite worried about this girl.

The two said goodbye in a hurry and went their separate ways.

Wen Lan called a car and went there according to the address Zheng Xiaorou gave her.

On the way, she received a call from Meng Jingran, who said that she had to attend a meeting until very late and they could only meet again another day.

The address Xiaorou gave was an ultra-luxury business building located on the city skyline.

Wen Lan pressed the up button on the elevator and went directly to the 52nd floor.

After getting out of the elevator, she was a little confused.

This entire floor is a gym called Free52?

"Miss, are you here for fitness?"

the front desk asked her.

"No, no, I'm here to see a Mr. Bu."

Wen Lan tentatively asked about Bu Yufan's whereabouts.

"Are you an employee of President Bu's company?"

"Yes. Please ask him..."

"Miss, please go this way. Mr. Bu is over here."

The receptionist swiped her card and opened the glass door to the left area.

Wen Lan walked in doubtfully.

Is this area a boxing gym? A fighting gym?

She had never been to a place like this before. There were all kinds of sports equipment hanging there that she had never seen before.

As I walked in, the lights were on, but there was no one there.

But from the depths of the stadium, the sounds of hitting and training could be heard one after another.

Wen Lan continued to walk inside.

She walked among various sandbags, and these hanging big guys blocked her view.

The dull hitting sounds and the panting sounds during intense exercise became clearer and clearer.

Wen Lan searched quietly, could Bu Yufan really be here?

She saw a pink, balloon-shaped sandbag hanging in front of her and pushed it out of curiosity.

She pushed the sandbag up high like a swing.

"Who?"

It sounds like Bu Yufan’s voice?

Wen Lan was about to respond when the sandbag she had thrown up just now fell down in a parabola and flew towards her.

"Ah!" Wen Lan was unable to dodge.

She staggered backwards and was about to be hit head-on.

Suddenly, a strong male arm grabbed her and held her in his arms.

There was a dull thumping sound, and the shock went from the man's chest to her.

The man firmly blocked the sandbag weighing dozens of kilograms for her.

He held her tightly, his hands protecting her head, her long, slightly curly hair entwined around his fingers.

The man's heavy breathing echoed in Wen Lan's ears with uneven depth.

The sweat on his face flowed down his high nose bridge, carrying his hot body temperature, and fell drop by drop onto Wen Lan's shoulders.

Wen Lan was swept up by a powerful heat, and her heartbeat accelerated just like his.

"Didn't you hit anything?"

Bu Yufan asked her.

The strength of his arms did not slacken at all. Where Wen Lan was held by him, the lines of his muscles were like a brand, imprinted on her soft and fair skin.

"What about you? It must be painful. Let me see."

Wen Lan was held tightly by him. She finally freed one hand and moved it to his back.

The loose training suit was already soaked with sweat.