After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

Song Xingli packed all the clothes into a suitcase, and when he found Shi Jin's passport, he threw it out the window quickly, and then booked a plane ticket to return home overnight.

Walking away without saying a word, he became a missing person.

On the plane, he flipped through the photos he took with Shi Jin in the past few days, asked passers-by to take a group photo for them in front of the Dome Church in the Aegean Sea in Greece, climbed to the top to watch the sunset for selfies, and took a selfie at the Athens Aegean. Those in front of the city, those who ride a hot air balloon in Turkey, and those who watch the sunset in Rose Valley...

The sound of the plane whizzing past covered the choking sound, and no one noticed anything unusual, because it was late at night and everyone fell asleep.

The red word 'delete photo' popped up on the phone interface, and the fingertips paused for a few seconds, then clicked delete photo without hesitation.

All the memories of this week can be cleared with one click.

This is a trip he spent seven years waiting for, and it doesn't mean a week.

It turned out that it only took a moment to go from doubt to hesitation to determination. When he saw Shi Jin hugging Luo Qing, and when he heard what Luo Qing said and the injury on Luo Qing's wrist, all explanations were lost. are all blank.

This time made him give up more decisively than the one in the hospital.

Give up, what are you waiting for.

He didn't want to pretend to be obedient anymore, he was obviously not obedient at all, and suddenly he didn't understand why he could live in this state for so many years.

Seven years, not seven days.

His eyes fell on the empty ring finger of his left hand, and through the light of the screen, he could vaguely see the slight traces of the ring on the ring finger. He hadn't taken it off since the day of the proposal, not even once.

Once you take it off, you won't put it on again.

Then swipe the address book to find the name of 'Luo Qing', block it; open WX to find Luo Qing, block it; open the scarf to find Luo Qing, cancel special attention, block the report, and unfollow all super chat about Luo Qing.

Glancing at her highest level LV18 in Luo Qing's scarf, she twitched her lips.

It's a pity that he hits the rankings every day and spends money. Now that he thinks about it, he feels that he is a joke. He will get back the money one by one.

"I can play too, and I will play slowly."

The glass window of the plane reflects the face, and the moonlight that shuttles through the clouds and faintly enters the cabin outlines the face, which is also as cold as frost like the moonlight.

After returning home, he demolished the house overnight.

It is necessary to eliminate all the places where shadows sometimes enter here.

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"This is the content of the divorce agreement. If it is correct, you can sign it. Also, because you have a lot of property under your name, Mr. Song, it took some time to register the property. Please check whether the property registration is correct."

In the clubhouse, Song Xingli was smoking a cigarette and casually flipping through the documents in front of him. Because there were a lot of real estate, it was difficult to read, but he showed a puzzled expression when he saw a certain page.

The lawyer looked at the client in front of him and frowned, feeling a little nervous, for fear of offending others: "Is there something wrong?"

"...This is mine?" Song Xingli looked at the property registration and said 'owns 70.00% of the shares of Star Time Group'. This 70.00% in black and white means that he is the largest shareholder of Shijin Company.

"This is a gift share."

"Gift?" Song Xingli continued to scroll down, and then he saw several familiar property names, such as the villa he lived in with Shi now, and the name of the house worth over [-] million is also his, including the current club, all belong to him of.

He didn't expect that Shi Jin would give him so much real estate as a gift, and also, Shi Jin would never treat him badly in terms of material.

But he never lacks, money is just a number in his eyes, what he wants is never these, and Shijin will only give him these.It stands to reason that with his character, he would never like Shi Jin for more than three months, so he must have lost his mind at the time, but...

But he really couldn't think of why he was so devoted to Shi Jin.

"Well, that is, in the post-marital property, if the party donates the property to you in the form of a contract, it is legally irrevocable."

Song Xingli pressed the cigarette in the ashtray, thoughtfully, that is, even if he got divorced, he didn't need to share the property with Shi Jin.

Because everything is his, and what is advanced is also his.

It is true that the property after the divorce is his.

"So I can kick him out of the house after the divorce?" He looked up at the lawyer and asked with a smile.

The lawyer was flustered by the laughter of the client in front of him, but he quickly pulled his mind back: "Peaceful divorce is the best solution. Of course, if the other party appeals, the chances of winning are not very high, because the above-mentioned advantages of property It's still with you."

Song Xingli tapped lightly on the document with his fingers, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Okay."

Taking the pen on the side, he quickly opened the lid, but paused at the signature for two seconds, but it was only two seconds.

Two seconds later, the three words 'Song Xingli' were neatly signed at the signature section, and the blank space on the other side was waiting for the signature of Shi Jin, who will soon become his ex-husband.

After negotiating with the lawyer, he was not in a hurry to leave because he was waiting for someone.

knock knock --

There was only a knock on the door of the room, followed by a gentle male voice:

"It's me, Qi Wenzhan."

Song Xingli thought that the benefactor had come, so he walked to the door with a smile and opened it.

The moment the door was opened, Song Xingli's smile was reflected in Qi Wenzhan's eyes. This kind of smile was free and easy that he had never seen before, but it was dazzling and brilliant that he had seen before.

That's when she radiates light on the stage, so recklessly that people can't avert their eyes.

The rose hidden behind is ready to move.

"Brother Wen Zhan." Song Xingli turned sideways to let him in, thinking that he would really like to thank Qi Wenzhan today.

"It's for you."

Song Xingli looked at the red roses that suddenly appeared in front of him, there was only one bouquet, but they were so bright and beautiful, he couldn't help laughing at Shang Qi Wenzhan's gentle smile.

"Why, are you here to celebrate my liberation?"

The anticipation in Qi Wenzhan's eyes was a little sad, how could this be a celebration, it was his expression of love.His emotions were well concealed by him, and there was a smile on his handsome face as always:

"Well, let's celebrate your release."

Song Xingli took the rose, lowered his head and smelled it, his eyes slightly raised.

"Very fragrant, thank you Brother Wen Zhan."

The amorous smile in the raised eyes completely overwhelmed the delicacy of the roses, all of which appeared beautiful and delicate at the tip of the raised eyes, and even the thank you was with a smile, which sounded so seductive.

Qi Wenzhan felt that his already wavering heart was even more agitated by Song Xingli's smile at this moment, and he closed the door smoothly.

"Just say thank you? Nothing else?"

The man's gentle but deep voice was somewhat ambiguous in a room with only two of them.

Song Xingli avoided Qi Wenzhan's sight indiscriminately, turned around and inserted the roses into the exquisite glass vase on the coffee table, and admired them for a few seconds.

"Brother Wen Zhan, do you know how to dance?"

"I don't know much about it, but I like it very much, especially after seeing your performance for the first time, I like dancing even more. So I usually ask my agent to arrange dance lessons for artists in the company, even if they are actors, I can do it too."

From an angle that Song Xingli didn't see, Qi Wenzhan's eyes showed a burning love without any concealment, his eyes outlined Song Xingli's thin and straight back, and outlined that heart-stirring waist, even the loose clothes couldn't hide it curve.

Song Xingli caressed the petals of the rose, such fragile petals could easily be broken.With a slight effort, the petal fell off with his fingertips, and he picked it up, pinched it in his palm, and held it tightly.

"Do you know what dancing means to me?"

"It means alive."

Song Xingli opened his palm and looked at the rose that had been crushed by him, as if it was himself.Why Shi Jin doesn't understand why he doesn't like his dancing, but it doesn't matter, as long as he likes it from now on.

After speaking, he felt the top of his head being gently rubbed. He was stunned for two seconds and raised his eyes to Qi Wenzhan.

"I saw the trending search that day. Is this the hotel you and Luo Qing went to?" Qi Wenzhan asked.

Song Xingli was stunned: "Hot search?"

"He is an artist under my banner, so I know all the dynamics." Qi Wenzhan's eyes fell on the oil painting facing the sofa, and he saw the back of a person standing on the stage painted on the oil painting, and he recognized it at a glance Who is this: "I also know that he was your childhood friend, and I also know that you asked him to bring money into the group. Didn't you let him bring money to the suspense drama "Please Kill Me Cold"?" Did he join the group? But there is someone behind him, and that is Shi Jin, who is about to become your ex-husband."

Song Xingli frowned, this man is investigating him?

"So you need to know who I am and what I can do for you." Qi Wenzhan bent slightly and approached Song Xingli, his eyes were affectionate, seemingly gentle but with a bit of pressure: "As long as you are not happy, I can hide Luo Qing in the snow." You can make him stand no matter how high you fall, and now you tell me, are you not happy? Because Luo Qing is having an affair with Shi Jin."

Taking a deep breath greedily, he smelled a contradictory but infatuated smell from Song Xingli's body, the smell of nicotine and delicate perfume, the mixture is charming and dangerous.

"I'm not happy." Song Xingli glanced sideways at Qi Wenzhan, and said lightly, "But I don't need your help."

After speaking, he turned around and walked to the sofa to sit down, and took the tea pot on the side cabinet: "Sit down, I will make you tea, and thank you with tea instead of wine."

Qi Wenzhan's eyes fell on Song Xingli, and he rejected his kindness with a clear and light tone, like a gesture that the flowers of Gaoling could not touch, with interesting emotions surging from the bottom of his gentle eyes.

No one has ever rejected him, and no one dared to reject him. Song Xingli was the first.

But he allowed it, because this is Song Xingli.

It was the light he chased wherever he looked.

Sitting opposite Song Xingli, he did not restrain his eyes and stared straight at Song Xingli.

"Xingli, do you know that Shi Jin and I have cooperated."

Song Xingli slowly poured the brewed tea into the teacup in front of Qi Wenzhan, then put down the teapot, raised his eyes and asked:

"What cooperation?"

"The latest endorsement of Shijin Company is Luo Qing's endorsement, don't you know about this?"

Song Xingli leaned on the back of the sofa chair, touched the cigarette case beside him, lifted the lid of the cigarette case with his fingertips familiarly, picked out a cigarette, lowered his head and pressed his lips to hold it. He didn't light it, but just the smell of the cigarette, because it could relieve the smell. his emotions.

"I don't want to know."

Qi Wenzhan watched Song Xingli smoking, his eyes became hotter, he picked up his teacup and took a sip, without leaving his eyes: "It seems that you really hate Shijin, I have a way to mess with him, I want to hear ?"

"No, I can do it myself." Song Xingli glanced at him indifferently: "Do you know the dance variety show that Luo Qing is going to be on?"

"I invested in it." Qi Wenzhan thought of the scene where Luo Qing was filming in the film crew: "Luo Qing can dance, and he dances... very much like you."

With a 'click' sound, Song Xingli lit a cigarette with a lighter: "Don't say he looks like me, I will get angry."

Such a cold and serious image of smoking a cigarette and saying that he would be angry made Qi Wenzhan's heart itch even more.

"Then I don't want to say anything. If you don't like it, I can ask the director not to let him go. You can do whatever you want."

Song Xingli slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, his face was blurred by the smoke ring, and his eyes fell on Qi Wenzhan's face through the smoke: "I really can do anything? Luo Qing should be your cash cow. If you don't want it, don't you?" ?”

'You can do whatever you want', this sentence made him annoyed.

"Well, if you say no, then don't."

Song Xingli held the cigarette between his fingers and didn't smoke again, as if thinking of something, he laughed out loud: "Then if I, as a mentor, scolded Luo Qing on the show because I was too venomous, would Hot Search scold me?"

Qi Wenzhan's eyes flickered when he heard the words 'as a mentor', and then he seemed to understand something: "No."

"Why?" Song Xingli raised his eyes, he suddenly wanted to hear Qi Wenzhan's explanation.

"Because if you can be scolded by you, it means that it is really bad."

Song Xingli extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and poured a cup of tea for Qi Wenzhan:

"Brother Wen Zhan, please take care of me. I'll treat you to a drink another day."

Qi Wenzhan looked at the man pouring tea for him in an elegant manner, even though he was smoking a cigarette coldly just now, it was really interesting.

What kind of surprises are hidden under the skin of this delicate beauty?

Want to appreciate them one by one.