He Rijun coming again

Feng Qingzhu moved his mouth, wanting to ask what to sign, but Luo Zhiwen had already hung up the phone.

He stood there holding his phone for 10 minutes, until Han Qianshan reminded tremblingly: "Brother Feng, my phone..."

Feng Qingzhu handed over the phone.

"Brother Feng, where did sister-in-law go?"

"How do I know?" Feng Qingzhu looked at him inexplicably, "Why would I know?"

Then he muttered to himself: "Why does he suddenly want to divorce so much?"

Luo Zhiwen wanted to divorce, not because he didn't love her anymore, but because he was tired.

He followed Feng Qingzhu for so many years, and in the end he reluctantly got what he wanted. Although the process was not good, he was not unwilling.

Since Feng Qingzhu didn't love him, why did he bother?

Luo Zhiwen boarded the plane while thinking.

At the end of October, the planes bound for Australia were sparsely filled with passengers.

There were people beside Luo Zhiwen's position.

The man was wearing a blindfold and mask, wrapped in a blanket, and fell asleep before the plane took off.

Luo Zhiwen didn't care. After sitting down, he looked at his phone.

On the clean chat interface, there is not a single new message.

Luo Zhiwen laughed at himself, he still had expectations for Feng Qingzhu.

"Sir, do you need a blanket?"

He came back to his senses, thanked politely, and suddenly an extra arm appeared in front of his eyes: "Give me another one, thank you."

The passenger next to him woke up.

The flight attendant suddenly let out a small exclamation: "Are you Dipper?"

Dipper, the captain of the most popular boy group nowadays.

Luo Zhiwen used to write songs for their group as "Yan".

Luo Zhiwen commissioned a lawyer to deliver the new divorce agreement to Feng Qingzhu's desk.

The divorce has not been made public, but employees at the company have begun to speculate whether their relationship has broken down.

Han Qianshan was even more anxious than the two of them, and he couldn't tell others, so he could only scratch his head outside the office, afraid that Feng Qingzhu's mind would twitch, and he really signed the divorce agreement.

Feng Qingzhu did not sign.

He stared at the lawyer indifferently: "Who asked you to come?"

"Mr. Feng, I am Mr. Luo Zhiwen's attorney, and he asked me to draw up this divorce agreement."

Feng Qingzhu's heart burst into an unknown fire: "What about others?"

"I will not disclose the client's privacy." The lawyer pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, bent down and pressed the pen to Feng Qingzhu's hand, "If you have no objection to this agreement, please sign it."

"I..." Feng Qingzhu gritted his teeth, "I don't agree."

The lawyer was confused: "Do you have any objections to this divorce agreement? If you have any objections, you can tell me and I will truthfully convey them to my client."

"I will speak to him myself."

"Mr. Feng, your request is a little too much." The lawyer sighed, "If you don't want a divorce, I suggest you have a good discussion with Mr. Luo. If you are just not satisfied with the divorce agreement I drew up, then I can tell you , This is already the biggest concession Mr. Luo can make. He doesn't want your property, nor your compensation, he just hopes that he can worship your grandfather in a private capacity during the Ching Ming Festival."

Of course Feng Qingzhu knew that Luo Zhiwen had compromised to an unbelievable degree, in other words, Luo Zhiwen didn't want anything from him at all.

Probably even money is disgusting.

Feng Qingzhu smiled self-deprecatingly, a person who once liked him so much can now turn around and leave without nostalgia.

He grabbed the pen violently, wrote the word "seal" and then closed the pen cap again: "I do not agree with this divorce agreement."

He said: "I have to compensate him. Even if he doesn't need it, I can't not give it."

The lawyer was dumbfounded.

He has been in the industry for many years, but he has never seen such a couple: one does not need compensation for life and death, and the other gives money to the divorcee.

"With all due respect," the lawyer took back the divorce agreement, "Mr. Feng, you and Mr. Luo will never get divorced like this."

When these words came from a strange lawyer, Feng Qingzhu was not angry.

He watched the lawyer leave, looked down at the ink stains on his palm, and thought of the scar on Luo Zhiwen's face.

The flaws are not concealed.

After getting rid of prejudice, Feng Qingzhu had to admit that he was a young man who had been as gentle as jade since he was a child.

He closed his eyes in pain, since the relationship with Luo Zhiwen became rigid, he hasn't slept well.

Feng Qingzhu dreamed in a daze.

It was still the man named "Awen" who was dreaming, standing under the vines, his long clothes swaying in the wind.

Awen said: "Brother Feng, come back and find me, don't climb over the wall, let your brother see, how bad is it?"

Feng Qingzhu heard himself answering: "My younger brothers are still young, so they don't know much about it."

Ah Wen laughed at him: "Your third brother is young, but your second brother is not young."

"That's okay, I'll be careful." Feng Qingzhu pressed Ah Wen's shoulder.

Warm light flowed on Awen's thin shoulders, and the breeze slipped away from Feng Qingzhu's fingertips. He lowered his head and kissed the young man's reddish earlobe, as if kissing a ray of spring breeze.

Ah Wen shrank his neck, itchy and embarrassed: "Brother Feng!"

Then turn back slowly.

Time froze at this moment.

Feng Qingzhu opened his eyes suddenly, and pushed all the things on the desk to the ground in a panic.

"Brother Feng?" Han Qianshan asked anxiously outside the office, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Qingzhu wanted to say that he was fine, but his dry throat couldn't make any sound.

A glimpse in the dream, Ah Wen and Luo Zhiwen have the same eyes.

The author has something to say:

dipper - Big Dipper

After thinking about it, I still have to bring out this old thief, Chen Beidou, to make Brother Feng feel a little bit in danger.