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A phone call interrupted the stalemate between them.

Luo Zhiwen lowered his head, looked at the caller, and took a deep breath.

Feng Qingzhu then lowered his eyes, looked at "Mom" on the screen, and frowned slightly.

"Hello." Luo Zhiwen answered the phone.

"Ah Wen, have you returned to China? Why didn't you tell Mom when you returned to China? Is it because you are too busy at work? If you are too busy, let's go home and have a rest. The family is not short of the money you got from your job... "

"Mom." Luo Zhiwen interrupted Ms. Jiang Kangxin's chatter with a headache, "I just returned to China for a few days, and I have urgent work at hand, so I didn't have time to tell you."

Jiang Kangxin was silent for a while: "Did you quarrel with...the children of the Feng family?"

Luo Zhiwen suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Qingzhu.

Feng Qingzhu seemed to guess what he wanted to ask, pursed his lips and shook his head.

The matter of their divorce has not been made public.

Seeing this, Luo Zhiwen calmed down, forced a smile and asked, "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's not mom talking nonsense." Jiang Kangxin sighed, "Mom can tell that the two of you are not close."

"No……"

"Mom is someone who has experienced it, so it's useless for you to deny it."

Luo Zhiwen sighed quietly.

Every time he went home, he and Feng Qingzhu would pretend to respect each other as guests, but it turned out that they had already revealed their secrets.

"I didn't agree with you marrying him at the beginning." Jiang Kangxin remembered his insistence three years ago, and she still hated her teeth. "The children of the Feng family are good at everything, but they don't like you. A twisted melon is not sweet, you now ...Oh, forget it, if you want, it doesn't matter what Mom says!"

Luo Zhiwen's nose was slightly sour, and he thought to himself, the twisted melon is really not sweet, he has already tasted the bitter fruit.

But listening to the anxious inquiry on the other end of the phone, he couldn't bear to say that they had signed the divorce agreement.

Luo Zhiwen's mother sighed for ten minutes, and then asked: "Do you have time on weekends?"

"what happened?"

"There's a dinner, and your dad wants to take you there."

"Okay." Luo Zhiwen agreed without thinking.

Jiang Kangxin hesitated for a moment and asked, "You two go together."

He was talking about Fengqingzhu.

According to the habit of many years, Luo Zhiwen deftly refused: "Brother Feng is busy with work, so he definitely doesn't have time to attend the dinner."

"I have time." Feng Qingzhu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly interjected.

Both he and Jiang Kangxin on the other end of the phone were stunned.

After a while, Jiang Kangxin smiled lightly: "So he's there too?"

"No, he's not here... No, Mom, I mean I didn't turn on the speakerphone." Luo Zhiwen muttered angrily, "I didn't know he was listening to us either."

Unfortunately, no matter how he explained, Jiang Kangxin's laughter didn't stop. It sounded not only relieved, but also quite happy: "If someone wants to come, then bring him. You're not an outsider, what are you in a hurry for?"

"Mom, you don't know how busy he is at work. If he says he can go, he must have other things at that time."

"No." Feng Qingzhu, who had been listening to them all the time, said again, "I'm definitely going."

Luo Zhiwen really couldn't deal with two people at the same time, so he put the phone away, lowered his voice, and glared at Feng Qingzhu: "Do you really have time?"

"Ah."

He sneered: "I haven't said what day it is yet."

"Someday, I have time."

A sarcastic smile froze at the corner of his mouth, Luo Zhiwen was stunned.

"Okay, okay, the two of you should go together." Jiang Kangxin was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, she hung up the phone without giving him a chance to explain.

Luo Zhiwen got angry and slumped on the sofa in frustration: "What do you mean?"

"You don't want your parents to know about our divorce." Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips.

It was for this.

Luo Zhiwen scratched her hair irritably: "Yes, I don't want my parents to worry, so I dare not tell them about the divorce. But one day, I will tell them the truth. You are like this...you are like this, Instead, it will give them the illusion that we have a good relationship.”

He even had a similar illusion himself.

"It's okay." Feng Qingzhu walked to the side of the sofa, and looked at Luo Zhiwen tenderly.

--It doesn't matter.

He likes the illusion.

Luo Zhiwen turned his head.

--It doesn't matter.

Anyway, divorced.

Now that Jiang Kangxin had agreed to attend the dinner, even if Luo Zhiwen was reluctant, when the agreed time came, he changed into a suit and went out with Feng Qingzhu.

According to the terms of the divorce agreement, all the family's cars became Luo Zhiwen's private property.

So when they walked to the underground garage, Feng Qingzhu followed behind him step by step, obediently waiting for his dark-faced "ex-husband" to drive.

Luo Zhiwen was so angry that he didn't want to say anything - he didn't take the car keys at all.

Feng Qingzhu ignored his protest and stuffed it all into his bag!

"You drive." Luo Zhiwen finally took out the key that fell at the bottom of the bag, threw it to Feng Qingzhu indiscriminately, turned around and got into the car.

Feng Qingzhu didn't move.

The man supported the car door with his hands, and softly discussed with him: "Is it okay to take the co-pilot?"

"why?"

"Mom and dad don't know about our divorce yet." Feng Qingzhu's hoarse voice suppressed imperceptible pain, "If you don't sit in the passenger seat, they will be suspicious."

There is some truth to this statement.

It would be fine if it was an ordinary family gathering, but today they attended a dinner with outsiders.

Luo Zhiwen didn't want his marriage to become someone's gossip, so he quickly climbed out of the carriage, only to find that Feng Qingzhu had opened the door of the passenger seat in a gentlemanly manner.

He sat in with a straight face.

Feng Qingzhu also got into the car, seeing that Luo Zhiwen didn't leave his seat belt, he took the initiative to lean over - the warm and familiar heat source approached, Luo Zhiwen's eyes were slightly red.

After three years of marriage, he also dreamed of being treated gently by his husband, but unfortunately, a dream is a dream after all.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be taken care of by Feng Qingzhu.

It turns out that Fengqingzhu can also be very gentle...

"Ah Wen?" Feng Qingzhu straightened up, his scorching breath flashed past Luo Zhiwen's cheeks.

He suddenly came back to his senses, his hands resting on his knees clenched into fists at some point: "Let's go, don't keep Dad waiting."

Feng Qingzhu nodded, and never did anything too intimate.

They stepped on to the hotel.

The so-called dinner is actually a reception.

Luo Zhiwen knew that his father had always wanted him to take over the family's property. On the one hand, he had high hopes for him, and on the other hand... even if his parents didn't tell him, Luo Zhiwen would still understand.

His marriage is not happy, and he may divorce at any time.

His family wants him to understand that even if love is gone, there are other things he can do.

Because home is always his most solid harbor.

However, Luo Zhiwen has a job that he loves, and he never thought about divorcing Feng Qingzhu, so he has been avoiding his father's ardent expectations.

But it's different now-

He is divorced.

Luo Zhiwen walked into the hotel absent-mindedly, and didn't notice that Feng Qingzhu put his hands on his shoulders until he heard whispers.

"Who is the person beside Mr. Feng?"

"Isn't President Feng married?"

"No, how did I hear that Mr. Feng married that ugly monster with a birthmark on his face from the Luo family?"

Luo Zhiwen stopped and looked at the man beside him, with a faint mockery in his eyes.

Feng Qingzhu coughed lightly in embarrassment, but he refused to let go of the hand on his shoulder.

Luo Zhiwen sneered.

This is the man he has loved for three years.

A man who never saw him as a husband.