He Rijun coming again

Luo Zhi smiled angrily.

Holding the glass of water, he drank half of it angrily, and his anxiety was gradually calmed down.

Then he lowered his head and lifted the quilt, and hurriedly glanced at the clothes on his body.

It's not what it was last night.

But it doesn't seem particularly wrinkled.

Feng Qingzhu poured water into the cup in his hand again: "You don't drink well, so don't drink so much next time."

"Am I drunk?" Luo Zhiwen was taken aback.

"Yeah." Feng Qingzhu put his palm on his forehead, "You'll be drunk after a few sips of red wine."

Luo Zhiwen heaved a sigh of relief, and said to himself in a somewhat disappointed voice: "I don't drink well, don't you know that?"

After finishing speaking, the two of them were stunned at the same time.

Luo Zhiwen was thinking why he said this sentence naturally, while Feng Qingzhu smiled and ruffles his messy hair.

He picked up the water glass in embarrassment and drank several more sips.

"Where do you want to eat at noon?"

"You don't have to go to the company?"

Feng Qingzhu shook his head: "I'm afraid you won't feel well after waking up, so I didn't go today."

Luo Zhiwen raised his eyebrows, wanted to tease a few words, but felt stiff, so he simply turned around, put on his clothes, and sat up from the bed.

The TV in the living room is broadcasting the news.

Talking about the popular idol group WZH, because the captain frequently broke negative news and fell into crisis of disbandment, the party involved, Dipper, disappeared at a critical moment, and another scandal party, Mr. Luo, also disappeared.

The reporter of this station, XX, will continue to broadcast Yunyun for you...

The more Luo Zhiwen listened, the more he frowned.

So preoccupied with thinking about remarriage, he almost forgot about Dipper.

"Brother Feng, isn't Dipper the same as us?"

Feng Qingzhu's complexion changed slightly, and he took his hand unnaturally: "Let's talk about what we have for lunch."

Luo Zhiwen blinked: "The way you changed the subject is so blunt."

Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips and remained silent.

He sighed, vaguely guessing Dipper's identity.

There is only one identity that makes Feng Qingzhu so repulsive.

"I also want to go out to eat, but now gossip reporters all over the world may be looking for me." Luo Zhiwen changed the subject, "They want to know what happened between me and Dipper, and me and you... in the end Did you get divorced?"

"What can there be between you?" Feng Qingzhu couldn't hear him mentioning Dipper, and said in a strong tone, "Let's go, there will be no reporters in the position I set."

Even if there were, it would be impossible for Feng Qingzhu to let the photos they took appear on the Internet.

So Luo Zhiwen thought about it, and agreed to Feng Qingzhu's proposal.

Feng Qingzhu drove him to a hidden private restaurant, let alone a reporter, even Luo Zhiwen had never heard of it before.

"Don't worry, this is a private club. The door we came in just now can stop all reporters." Feng Qingzhu opened the car door for Luo Zhiwen, leaned on the roof of the car, and bent slightly, "Even if it was really photographed, You were also photographed with me, what is there to be afraid of?"

"We are both legally divorced, so there is nothing to be afraid of?" Luo Zhiwen smiled and shook his head, and when he passed Feng Qingzhu, he took a light breath.

The few numbers on the marriage certificate and the divorce certificate took three years.

Luo Zhiwen still finds it funny when he thinks about it now.

The matter has come to this point, and only the word "forget it" can be summed up.

There were few people in the clubhouse and it was quiet. Feng Qingzhu led him up to the small western-style building on the second floor. A dining table was already placed under the sun umbrella on the balcony, and fresh fruits and vegetables were placed on the table.

"It's pretty good here." Luo Zhiwen took off his coat after sitting down, and looked at the golf course in the distance with his chin in his hand, "It just doesn't look like the place you would come to."

"I don't come here often, but this place is considered the property of the Feng family."

Luo Zhiwen raised the corners of his lips, and lowered his head to drink the tea brought by the waiter: "What are you going to do with the news on the Internet?"

"What news?"

"Me and Dipper." He didn't believe that Qingzhu didn't understand what he meant, but felt that the man chose to ignore it because of the jealousy in his heart, "It can't always be like this... Isn't Han Qianshan always in charge of the WZH group? If it is disbanded , His hard work was wasted."

Feng Qingzhu bent his fingers and tapped on the table, his irritability seeped out from every pore.

For the first time, he felt that it was not a good thing that Luo Zhiwen did not remember Chen Beidou.

If I remember, I won't mention WZH now, let alone Dipper.

It's not that Feng Qingzhu didn't want to take revenge on Dipper, that is, Chen Beidou.

He is a person with memories of his previous life, and there are countless ways to make Chen Beidou disappear painfully from the world.

Furthermore, how could he be with Luo Zhiwen with peace of mind if he had not avenged his previous life?

Chen Beidou deserved to be reviled by thousands of people, endured the pain of thousands of swords, and finally had nowhere to go, disappeared from the world, and was mentioned many years later, but was still rejected.

However, the vicissitudes of life have changed, and the world has changed.

Some methods can no longer be used after decades.

Feng Qingzhu's eyes fell on his palms - he couldn't tell how many people were killed by holding guns in these hands.

That's right, he has been reborn again.

"Brother Feng, there is no rush to remarry." Luo Zhiwen rubbed the teacup lightly with his hand, hesitating, but he was thinking about another thing, "When remarriage is being handled... the staff at the notary office have to ask relatives and friends to find out the situation , confirming that the relationship between us two is indeed suitable for resuming the relationship between husband and wife, but my parents..."

Feng Qingzhu's hands trembled when he heard the words, and he also had a terrible headache.

If Luo Zhiwen's parents don't accept him, there is really no way to get back this marriage.

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