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"Why aren't you allowed to go?" Luo Zhiwen raised an eyebrow and said in a deep voice, "Let go."

Feng Qingzhu struggled to loosen the five fingers that were clasped on his wrist, but suddenly clasped them tightly: "No, you can't see Chen Bei... Dipper."

"Did you see it?" Luo Zhiwen frowned and shook off the fingers on his wrist when Feng Qingzhu was still concerned about what happened in Sydney, "If you see it, see it, I have something to ask him."

He leaned close to Feng Qingzhu, stood on tiptoes, and breathed on the side of the man's neck, as if rolling through a ball of fire, but his tone was cold: "Even if we are not divorced, you don't care who I meet with."

In fact, Luo Zhiwen didn't like Dipper, but Feng Qingzhu could always use the simplest words to irritate him.

If before the divorce, he thought that Feng Qingzhu was good in everything, then after the divorce, he seemed to be completely awake, critically criticizing the man's faults.

——Too domineering, not speaking human words, and hiding something...

There are too many problems, Luo Zhiwen finds it funny when he thinks about it.

It is true that Xi Shi is in the eyes of the beholder, but Feng Qingzhu is in his eyes, and he has lost three years in vain.

"Ah Wen..." Feng Qingzhu still wanted to explain something.

Luo Zhiwen walked in the direction where Dipper left without looking back.

Feng Qingzhu, who stayed where he was, was quickly entangled by other guests.

Few people knew about their divorce, and even fewer knew that Feng Qingzhu had given all his property to his ex-husband.

So the guests had no idea that the "President Feng" they were talking about was, logically speaking, already an empty shell.

But even if he gave Luo Zhiwen his wealth and life, Feng Qingzhu still couldn't get back the heart that loved him.

How could Ah Wen's heart be compared with money?

Feng Qingzhu sighed, after dealing with the friends in the mall, knowing that Luo Zhiwen would be upset, he still followed with a straight face.

Luo Zhiwen and Dipper did not go to remote places.

He stopped at the end of the corridor: "If you have anything to say, just say it here."

Dipper leaned his back against the wall, playing with a silver lighter, and cast a glance at Luo Zhiwen, with a deep smile floating in his eyes.

"That's all you want to know?" Dipper asked back.

"Can't you?"

"You're already divorced anyway." Dipper asked puzzledly, "What does it matter if you know it or not?"

"...Don't tell me you know who Feng Qingzhu's Bai Yueguang is, so you will remarry?"

He didn't want to talk too much about his unhappy marriage with outsiders: "This is my own business."

"Okay." Dipper shrugged indifferently, threw the lighter in his hand and caught it again, "Since you want to know...the person Feng Qingzhu once liked had a name very similar to yours, except for the last word Not 'smell', but 'text' of 'words'."

"... How Feng Qingzhu and him met, I don't know. Who knows?" Dipper laughed in a low voice, "He is a man from the Feng family, no matter what, he should marry a respectable wife, but in the end he found him. indivual……"

Luo Zhiwen frowned when he heard this: "What do you mean having a head and a face?"

"It's nothing." Dipper came back to his senses and sighed meaningfully, "Just listen to me tell a Cinderella story. Our protagonist, the aloof Feng Qingzhu, fell in love with a person from an ordinary family. But with him With the ability, it is not difficult to want to be with anyone, but it is a pity..."

"What's the pity?" Luo Zhiwen's heart beat inexplicably, remembering what Feng Qingzhu had said, he pursed his lips.

He remembers...

"He's dead." Dipper smiled sarcastically, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "How do you think he can let it go? It's obviously the best time, but that's his life! He doesn't have it in his life Things, even if reincarnated thousands of times, still can't get it!"

At the end of Dipper's words, he leaned his back against the wall and spasmed nervously.

He seemed to be smiling, but Luo Zhiwen could clearly see the overwhelming hatred in his eyes.

Dipper hates Feng Qingzhu.

After Luo Zhiwen realized this, he became alert instantly.

He didn't know Feng Qingzhu's daily work, and he didn't even know the specific departments of Feng's company.

He only knows that the WZH group that Dipper belongs to has signed with the Feng family's entertainment company.

Is it a conflict at work?

If there is a personal grievance between Dipper and Feng Qingzhu, then what you just heard...is it true?

"Why did you divorce Feng Qingzhu?" Dipper suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked in front of Luo Zhiwen, his face was distorted due to hatred and joy constantly intertwined in his heart.

Luo Zhiwen took a step back, and Dipper pressed on until he was cornered.

"What's none of your business?" Luo Zhiwen frowned, turned his head, and stretched out his hand to push Dipper away from him.

In the corner of his eye, there seemed to be a flash of light, and before he had time to think about it, he saw Feng Qingzhu hurrying over.

Feng Qingzhu had been looking for them for a while.

The place where Luo Zhiwen and Dipper talked was not too far away, but it was better to hide it. If the voice of their argument hadn't become louder, Feng Qingzhu might not have found the person he was looking for.

"Ah Wen." He didn't know how well Luo Zhiwen knew Chen Beidou in this life, but he could clearly see the impatience in his lover's eyes.

So Feng Qingzhu pulled Luo Zhiwen behind him, and said in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The moment Dipper met Feng Qingzhu's eyes, he returned to normal.

"Who did I think it was...it turned out to be Mr. Feng." Dipper raised his arm, as if he wanted to poke Feng Qingzhu's heart with his finger, but Feng Qingzhu blocked it.

Dipper snorted lightly: "Treasure the time you are still alive."

Luo Zhiwen's heart skipped a beat following Dipper's words.

"What exactly is Dipper talking about?" He ignored the gap with Feng Qingzhu, waited for Dipper to leave, and grabbed the man's sleeve, "What do you mean by 'alive'?"

Feng Qingzhu turned around, held Luo Zhiwen's fingers with downcast eyes, and kneaded them affectionately: "He's just a lunatic, just ignore him."

"You think I'm stupid?" He choked on his chest and almost died of anger, "Feng Qingzhu, do you have something to hide from me?"

As soon as his thoughts turned in this direction, Luo Zhiwen thought of many things.

He went around to Feng Qingzhu and grabbed the man's collar: "Why did you suddenly agree to divorce and give me all your property?...Don't tell me, it's because you have some incurable disease and you don't want to get involved I signed the divorce agreement without hesitation!"

"...Listen to me. I'm not divorcing you to get rid of unnecessary burdens. If you feel that you can let go without any burden when you are sick, then let me tell you, you are very wrong!"

"...Even if you are sick, even if you really can't be cured, I will never forgive you!"

At the end of Luo Zhiwen's speech, she broke down in tears.

He was really scared.

Especially after Feng Qingzhu's expression became a little more subtle, his heart was suspended.

No matter how much he hated Feng Qingzhu, he couldn't help but watch his former lover die.

"Ah Wen!" Feng Qingzhu was stopped by Luo Zhiwen's series of questions, and seeing tears in his eyes, he quickly explained, "No, I'm not sick."

"Really?" Luo Zhiwen asked angrily.

"Really." He cared so much that Feng Qingzhu's heart, which had already been silent, boiled again, "Ah Wen, don't worry, I divorced you... because the me I used to be is not good enough for you."

He wiped away his tears in a daze, but didn't understand what Feng Qingzhu was going to say.

"That's why I want to pursue you again." Feng Qingzhu's tone was indifferent, seemingly calm and calm, but a faint blush appeared in his earlobe, "I propose to you again, and I will... get a certificate with you again."

That was his common regret with Luo Zhiwen, and it was also a mistake he had to make up for.

Luo Zhiwen lowered his head, and belatedly realized that he had made a mistake. Feng Qingzhu was really not sick, and he had really made a joke, and his embarrassment changed his original sadness all at once.

He shook off Feng Qingzhu's hand: "Go and pursue your Ah Wen!"

After finishing speaking, he ran back to the banquet angrily to drink.

Feng Qingzhu, who was standing in place, stared at the hand that held Luo Zhiwen, and after a while, he laughed very lightly.

No matter what happened, his lover still cared about him.

Luo Zhiwen really cared about Feng Qingzhu.

He suddenly remembered the scar on Feng Qingzhu's body: it spread from his waist to his thigh, it was horrifying, just like his previous face.

If Feng Qingzhu hadn't been drunk and helped him to take a bath, he might never have known that her former husband still had a secret.

Luo Zhiwen couldn't figure it out.

Although old man Feng didn't have the habit of pampering his children, Feng Qingzhu, as the heir of the Feng family, had been closely protected since he was a child.

Moreover, the scar looks like it was... blown out.

But now is the age of peace, how could Feng Qingzhu go to the battlefield?

Besides, it is not a trivial matter for the children of the Feng family to go to the battlefield, it is impossible for Luo Zhiwen not to hear any rumors.

After thinking about it, Feng Qingzhu's experience became mysterious.

Holding a glass of champagne, Luo Zhiwen frowned, not even realizing that someone appeared behind her.

Han Qianshan finally found Luo Zhiwen, and he felt like crying: "Sister-in-law!"

He didn't control the volume of this sound, startled Luo Zhiwen, not to mention, even the guests gathered beside him all looked sideways.

"What's wrong?" Luo Zhiwen calmed down, ignoring the scrutiny of others, and pulled Han Qianshan aside, "Are you... want to cry?"

Isn't Han Qianshan about to cry?

In the Feng family's company, he was in charge of the publicity. On the one hand, Feng Qingzhu deliberately arranged a busy job because he was a suspect. On the other hand, he had a strangely sensitive sense of smell for any news.

Like now.

"Sister-in-law, what's going on with you and Dipper?" Han Qianshan held up his phone, "How did you get caught?"

"Caught it?"

"Oh my god, will Brother Feng kill me when he sees it?"

"what happened?"

Han Qianshan put his head in his arms: "Sister-in-law, you and Dipper were photographed by the paparazzi, and now the news is out!"

Luo Zhiwen raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking of the flashing light he had just vaguely noticed, anger rose in his heart: "Who sent it?"

"I don't know, it's a three-no trumpet." Han Qianshan was worried here.

If the photos of Luo Zhiwen and Dipper fell into the hands of competitors, then this matter is very easy to resolve.

Money or resource concessions, that's what everyone is fighting for.

But a three-no trumpet...

How do you want Han Qianshan to check? !

"Did Brother Feng see it?" Han Qianshan held his head, and there was a kind of despair in his tone of generous death.

Luo Zhiwen pursed his lips, and under his broken gaze, raised his finger and pointed at the man who was still immersed in the joy that Luo Zhiwen still cared about him: "Talk to him yourself."