He Rijun coming again

It's nothing for a person to get a marriage certificate, especially compared to three years of marriage in name only, it's really nothing.

The plane landed at Smith Airport, Luo Zhiwen woke up from the chaotic dream, instinctively touched the mask on his face, and then turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

In the midsummer of the northern hemisphere, the southern hemisphere has just entered winter. There are faint clouds floating in the gray-blue sky, and a few small sailboats appear and disappear in the waves on the dark sea.

"Good morning." Dipper's voice interrupted Luo Zhiwen's thoughts.

He nodded and said, "Good morning."

"Are you interested in having morning tea together?" Dipper suggested unhurriedly, "I know there is a great restaurant in Chinatown, if you have time..."

"Sorry," Luo Zhiwen refused gently, "I still have something to do."

Dipper sat back thoughtfully, did not speak again, but imitated Luo Zhiwen and put the mask on his face.

Even across the Pacific Ocean, Dipper's fans are still crazy.

Luo Zhiwen had already walked out of the airport, and saw many people running towards the VIP passage holding the light signs.

He shook his head with a smile and got into a taxi.

Luo Zhiwen's parents have two houses in Australia, one is a villa near Bondi Beach, and the other is an apartment in the CBD.

He planned to live in the apartment for a few days to get familiar with the environment, and then take advantage of the good weather to go to the seaside for vacation.

Luo Zhiwen first contacted the administrator of the apartment, and then checked his identity information again. After finally resting, his phone ran out of battery.

He quickly found the power converter to charge, and after the phone restarted, he made a video call to his parents first.

Of course, he didn't say that he came to Australia to relax, but made up a reason to find creative inspiration, and barely appeased his relatives in China.

The mobile phone connected to the Internet began to slowly spit out the news of the night village.

In addition to Han Qianshan's hundreds of howling ghosts and howling wolves, he also received a friend request.

The pure black profile picture was followed by a full stop, but there were three words squeezed indifferently in the line of remarks—Feng Qingzhu.

Luo Zhiwen almost couldn't hold the phone, his hands shook, and he quickly rejected it.

Then he realized that it was his... ex-husband.

Luo Zhiwen: "..." Forget it, there is nothing to regret.

Anyway, the lawyer had already sent the divorce agreement, so what else could he and Feng Qingzhu have to talk about?

But Luo Zhiwen couldn't help sending a message to Han Qianshan.

"Brother Feng added me on WeChat?"

Han Qianshan called directly: "Sister-in-law!"

"What's wrong?" Luo Zhiwen frowned slightly, "Brother Feng is unwilling to sign the divorce agreement?"

His understanding was that Feng Qingzhu would not even agree to his request to worship the old man, but Han Qianshan would be wrong: "Yes! Sister-in-law, of course Brother Feng would not agree even if he was beaten to death!"

Han Qianshan thought his sister-in-law was asking Feng Qingzhu if he still liked him.

Luo Zhiwen lowered his eyes, sat on the bed and sighed silently.

The cold heart felt sour again.

Old man Feng treated him very well, he really treated the old man as his own grandfather.

"That's fine, wait for me to go back..." Luo Zhiwen spat out a few words with difficulty, "Change it again."

"What to change?" Han Qianshan didn't notice the strangeness in his tone at all, and shouted in a hurry, "Brother Feng is looking for you, sister-in-law, Brother Feng will be there tonight!"

"Do you know where I am?" Luo Zhiwen was stunned for a long time, then slowly came back to his senses, his tone sank.

Han Qianshan shrugged and shut his mouth, not daring to speak for a while.

He laughed angrily.

Also, who is Feng Qingzhu? Isn't it easy to find him?

He was angry again.

what is this?

He has already agreed to a divorce, and he will be deprived of his right to be filial as a junior...

He thought to himself: Feng Qingzhu, why did I love you for so long?