He Rijun coming again

The tears hanging in Luo Zhiwen's eyes welled up all at once.

As soon as he cried, Feng Qingzhu's parents couldn't say anything more, so they left after a few words of advice.

For a while it was just the two of them in the room.

The quartz clock on the wall struck ten times, Feng Qingzhu licked the corner of his mouth, and reached out to wipe Luo Zhiwen's tears: "You don't hate me?"

He held his breath and cried.

"I thought you hated me." Feng Qingzhu said the truth.

Luo Zhiwen's answer was also sincere: "Hate?! Feng Qingzhu, you did it on purpose! You clearly know... You clearly know that I don't hate you!"

He wanted to hate, but if he really hated, why would he be so hesitant like now?

When Feng Qingzhu heard this, he just laughed.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Zhiwen suddenly came to his senses: "You and Dad are playing tricks!"

He was so angry that his facial features were all wrinkled together: "You just figured out what I was thinking, and you made my heart hurt... Did you even calculate the time for me to go downstairs? You are really... really... ...!"

Luo Zhiwen couldn't tell why, and he might not be able to say what he really wanted to say, in the end he shook off Feng Qingzhu's hand, he looked so angry that he didn't even want to quarrel.

Feng Qingzhu was not willing to let Luo Zhiwen go, stretched out his arms, hugged him directly, and admitted that he was acting: "Since you know it's a trick, why are you crying?"

Yes, what are you crying for?

The divorce agreement has been drawn up, so what's there to cry about?

Ke Luo Zhiwen turned her head, seeing the bruise on the corner of Feng Qingzhu's mouth, she couldn't stop crying.

He thought, it's all bruised, how much does Feng Qingzhu hurt?

Feng Qingzhu hugged Luo Zhiwen a little tighter.

Luo Zhiwen guessed right, the Feng family father and son used bitter tricks, but Feng Qingzhu knew that his father's punch was a real greeting.

Because he admitted that during the three years of marriage, he did not take good care of Luo Zhiwen.

"Do you still remember how you promised grandpa and the Luo family?"

Feng Qingzhu couldn't remember clearly.

One leaf blinds the eye.

He was dragged down by the memories of the past, and he was running around looking for his lover, but he didn't know that his lover had already found him.

When you don't care about it, you can't remember anything.

So he deserved his father's punch.

Even if Luo Zhiwen wants to punch him, he has to accept it.

But his Ah Wen...

Feng Qingzhu buried his face on the back of Luo Zhiwen's neck, with the tip of his nose pressed against his cool skin, he heard the sudden rapid heartbeat.

I don't know if it's my own or Ah Wen's.

"I'll let you go." Feng Qingzhu's voice was muffled in Luo Zhiwen's neck, and the vibration in his chest was transmitted to his body through the material of the clothes.

He was about to cry again.

"I'll sign the divorce agreement tomorrow." Feng Qingzhu's hands around Luo Zhiwen's waist became tighter, "Ah Wen, will you live happier if you leave me?"

Luo Zhiwen didn't know the answer to this question.

After Feng Qingzhu promised to sign, he couldn't find his own reason.

Great joy and great sorrow.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I laughed out loud after listening to nonsense.

Even his love for him is like a joke.

Feng Qingzhu carried Luo Zhiwen upstairs.

Luo Zhiwen only knew that he was in a daze, and didn't even know that he was undressed. He probably came back to his senses in the middle of the night, but it was too late.

In the morning, facing the mess in the room, his face darkened bit by bit.

Feng Qingzhu was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed, warm and soft light came through the curtains.

He raised his foot, kicked Feng Qingzhu off the bed, then took a deep breath, and fell back on the pillow to lie down again.

Feng Qingzhu woke up as early as Luo Zhiwen got up, in order to let Luo Zhiwen vent his depression, he got out of bed along with his feet.

"Ah Wen." Feng Qingzhu's fingers got into the quilt and hooked Luo Zhiwen's fingers.

He pulled his hand away, shrinking even tighter.

"Ah Wen, get up and have something to eat?" Feng Qingzhu stuck to him, knowing that Luo Zhiwen was bored, so he hugged him with a straight face, "After eating, let's sign the divorce agreement..."

Now Luo Zhiwen has a headache when he hears about the divorce agreement.

After Feng Qingzhu received such a punch, it was as if he suddenly had an enlightenment, and he regarded the signing of the divorce agreement as a deadline, and he could bully others vigorously before the expiration date.However, Luo Zhiwen had no choice but to sulking under the blanket.

Luo Zhiwen didn't move, Feng Qingzhu brought the porridge to the bedroom.

The porridge was cooked by Feng Qingzhu according to the method taught by Luo Zhiwen. He had set the heat preservation before he woke up and kept it simmering in the pot. It's just right to eat now.

Luo Zhiwen was hungry, sat up with a stern face, took two sips from the bowl, then raised his head ferociously: "What are you looking at?"

Feng Qingzhu didn't squint, still looking at him and smiling: "Look at you."

"I have scars on my face, what's there to see?"

"No more." Feng Qingzhu stretched out his hand, seeing that Luo Zhiwen didn't hide, he put his palm against it, "Ah Wen, there is no scar on your face anymore."

"What are you talking about?" He swallowed the porridge in his mouth, seeing Feng Qingzhu's gaze still on his face, he felt blessed, "The red marks on my face have faded?"

"Ah."

Luo Zhiwen's hand holding the spoon tightened, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

It's gone.

We are about to get divorced, so what if the traces on his face disappear?

Seeing his silence, Feng Qingzhu peeled the eggs for him again.

"I'll contact the lawyer later. If you have any objections to the divorce agreement, you still have a chance to change it now." Luo Zhiwen looked coldly for a while, "Let's try to divorce in the morning."

"Okay." Feng Qingzhu wiped his hands.

"You explain it yourself to your parents." With an egg stuffed in his mouth, he mumbled, "Don't show me if you're beaten."

"As for my parents... I'll take care of it."

Feng Qingzhu: "You want to hide it?"

Luo Zhiwen: "Why don't you hide it? My mother likes to be surprised. I'm afraid I'll scare her."

Feng Qingzhu wanted to say, why not get a divorce.

But when he saw Luo Zhiwen's frown, he swallowed back the words.

After accompanying Luo Zhiwen for breakfast, Feng Qingzhu went to the company.

Han Qianshan was in the office early, and when he heard that the two of them were still going to divorce, he chatted with the lawyer sadly.

The lawyer couldn't tell because he was suffering, with a stern face, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, and when he saw Feng Qingzhu coming, he hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. Feng, your request is really..."

"Just change it as I said." Feng Qingzhu raised his hand, signaling the lawyer to do what he said, "It's too late, draw up a divorce agreement for me as soon as possible."

Lawyers can only follow suit.

"Where's Ah Wen's lawyer?" Feng Qingzhu looked at Han Qianshan again.

Han Qianshan froze for a moment, not understanding who Feng Qingzhu was asking.

"The lawyer who helped Luo Zhiwen with the divorce."

"Ah... Before you went to Australia, he came to the company. As for now... I don't know where he is."

Feng Qingzhu cast a cold glance at Han Qianshan, pursed his lips and walked into the office.

Han Qianshan stood outside the office, repeatedly reminiscing about the name that Feng Qingzhu said - "Awen".

Who is Brother Feng calling?

Then belatedly realized that he was calling Luo Zhiwen.

"No way?" Han Qianshan trembled all over, "The person that Brother Feng has been looking for for many years, can't it be sister-in-law?!"