〔ABO〕The ex-husband is hard to find

That night.

There is only one room on the whole floor that is still lit, and it feels a bit isolated from the world.

Fang Zekun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, looking out the window leisurely.Through the glass, the pedestrians on the street are bustling, and the cars are arranged one after another in a winding long queue.Horns, shouts, and curses continued.

Under such noise, the family of three beside the road looked particularly inconspicuous.

The little boy's hands are small, wrapped in the big hands of his parents on both sides. He regards the arms of his parents as a swing, and soon a pair of feet will hang in the air and "fly" off the ground.

They were obviously laughing and making noise, even though the sound was drowned out by the sound of passing whistles and blocked by thick glass, Fang Zekun could still feel it.

Fang Zekun chewed the word "home" repeatedly in his heart. He held a wine glass in his hand, and the transparent liquid in it was swaying, as if he was on a bumpy boat.

Perhaps because pheromone tastes like red wine, Fang Zekun doesn't like baijiu at all. In his opinion, baijiu is inferior and hard to swallow.But when the sorrow is thick, the high-concentration liquor turns into Yulu fine wine.

Just two hours ago, he had a phone call with Chu Heyi.

Letting Xiaoli go in private, Fang Zekun thought that even if Chu Heyi didn't lose his temper, he would be making trouble in his heart, and he was a little unhappy, but he didn't expect Chu Heyi to be stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, you said that omega last time, Don’t say I forgot, it’s just a small gift, you can dispose of it as you like.”

Chu Heyi's hearty laughter sounded particularly piercing to Fang Zekun's ears at this moment: "Mr. Fang doesn't have to be so restrained. If you don't like it, let's play in another place next time."

After hanging up the phone, Fang Zekun punched the table.

With a bang, the glass placed on the edge of the table shook violently, fell to the ground, and shattered into countless bright pieces.

Bitterness suddenly rushed to Fang Zekun's heart like an overwhelming mountain. While he felt sad for Xiaoli's fate, he also felt ridiculous for his self-righteousness.

He completely pushed Ruan Cheng away because of a person who was insignificant in Chu Heyi's eyes.

No, it's not just because of Xiaoli, he's just a fuse, an accelerant.

After three cups of strong wine, Fang Zekun's internal organs became hot, and he frantically wanted to find Ruan Cheng.

Miss him, miss him.

……

With a "squeak", the door opened, and the assistant was taken aback: "Mr. Fang, why haven't you left yet?"

When he came back to get the documents, he found that the light was still on here. He thought it was because the cleaning staff forgot to turn it off, but unexpectedly, it was the president who was still there.

Fang Zekun walked back to his desk from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and said concisely: "Work."

The assistant tentatively asked, "Are you still working overtime on New Year's Day?"

"New Year's Day?" Fang Zekun repeated it before he regained his composure. He has been so numb and mechanical these days that he even forgot about New Year's Day.

The assistant sighed, but still couldn't help persuading him, with obvious complaints in his tone: "At least you should go back to spend more time with Mr. Ruan, forget about being busy, and have a reunion dinner with the head office during the holidays. "

Fang Zekun was slightly drunk, and thousands of thoughts rushed up. He said in a hoarse voice: "But...he doesn't want me anymore."

It's rare to complain to others, Fang Zekun's tone is aggrieved, like a wolf dog that has been robbed, its ears and tail are drooping.

"What?!" the assistant asked in surprise, he couldn't believe his ears, it was the first time he saw the boss so sad.

Fang Zekun immediately realized his gaffe, he stretched out his hand to pinch his frown that he didn't know when, and his slightly turbulent face immediately returned to the state of still water: "It's nothing."

The assistant still heard that it was unusual. He had suspected that the two had quarreled before, but now it seems that it may be more than just a quarrel.

"Sure," the assistant said helplessly, "If you don't want to say it, I have no right to ask. I just want to tell you that if you care about Mr. Ruan at all, you'd better ask him to explain it. After so many years, he It deserves your sincere words."

After all, the assistant lowered his head, ready to turn around and leave.

"and many more!"

Fang Zekun called out to stop him, with an imperceptible tremor in his tone.

……

After listening to Fang Zekun's narration, the assistant sighed.

Fang Zekun perfectly interpreted that sentence: When you are favored, you are confident, and when you lose it, you know how to cherish it.

He thought for a moment, and said sincerely: "I still say the same thing, you'd better sit down with Mr. Ruan and have a chat face to face. Whether you think you treat him well or not is all your own guess. You have to listen to what Mr. Ruan thinks."

The trouble should end it.Of course, Fang Zekun had to treat Ruan Cheng as an independent individual, not his property.

Fang Zekun was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

The next day, he once again set foot on the high-speed train to city c.

After many days, Fang Zekun was uncommonly hesitant to stand in front of this dilapidated old house again.

Over the past few days, Ruan Cheng's tired and painful expression, with a crying tone, echoed in his mind over and over again, repeating, replaying, like a bone stuck in the throat, like a needle pierced into the heart.

He wanted to see him, but he didn't dare to see him, fearing that the next one would be the last.

Fang Zekun stood in front of the door for a long time before finally knocking on the door.

There was silence in the house, no response, and the extinguished lights also implied that the owner was not there.

Fang Zekun was not surprised, so he stood quietly at the door and waited.

This place is relatively remote, and most of the residents are old acquaintances. A tall, tall alpha standing there attracted everyone's attention in a short while.

"Hey, why are you here again? Didn't I tell you to get out?"

Du Zhuang came aggressively and grabbed Fang Zekun by the collar.

Du Zhuang has a fleshy body, and his arms are covered with tattoos. The neighbors around him are afraid of him. Seeing him rushing up, the people who had been chattering beside Fang Zekun suddenly scattered.

There was no fear on Fang Zekun's face. He looked directly into Du Zhuang's eyes and asked, "Where is he? I want to meet him."

Du Zhuang frowned, his clenched fists creaked, and finally he couldn't hold back and punched Fang Zekun on the face.

"You scum, you guys have long been alright, and where he is now has nothing to do with you!"

Du Zhuang is the most jealous person. After hearing what Fang Zekun did from Ruan Cheng, he always wanted to find an excuse to beat Fang Zekun up. Now that Fang Zekun came to his door, he would not let it go.

Fang Zekun's chin swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it turned red in a short while. The dark red blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, which was enough to show how much strength Du Zhuang had exerted.

Fang Zekun wiped off the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and just let Du Zhuang punch another punch without resistance.

Seeing that Fang Zekun was silent, Du Zhuang lowered his voice and growled, "Get the fuck away, I will beat you once every time I see you!" After finishing speaking, he kicked Fang Zekun's calf bone.

Fang Zekun's pheromone was enough to suppress Du Zhuang, but he did not fight back. During this time, Du Zhuang's family had been helping Ruan Cheng, and Fang Zekun could not do anything to Du Zhuang.

Du Zhuang's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he could see the blazing flames in his eyes. He finally let go of Fang Zekun's collar and pushed him hard: "Get out!"