Are you in love, my white moonlight

Yuan Deng had just walked out of the Yong's Building, when the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.

He picked up the phone and looked at it, his face sank, it was his mother calling.Lawyer Liu should have told his parents about this just now.

Shijun Zhilu, this matter is also normal, he can understand, but at this point in time, he is somewhat uncomfortable.

He pressed his tongue against his cheek and connected the phone.

"Hey, Mom."

Mother Yuan didn't play around with him, and asked him straight to the point: "I heard that you asked Lawyer Liu to draw up a divorce agreement for you urgently. Do you want to divorce Jipu?"

This morning the sun was scorching hot, and the sun shone on Yuan Deng's skin, which felt scorching hot, but he felt empty in his heart.

He squinted his eyes, raised his hand to block the glare of the sun, and gave a low "hmm".

"You are messing around! Yuan Deng, you are not a child anymore, how do you think about it? You begged me and your father to agree to this marriage. Now you want to divorce after a week or so of marriage?! You Do you think it's a child playing house?!"

Yuan Deng sat in the car, with his head resting on the steering wheel, silently listening to Mother Yuan scolding him.

The fragrance in the car is a fresh and elegant citrus tone.He and Yongjipu picked it together when we were shopping in the supermarket.

They were about to get married at that time, and he was full of longing for the future life. He felt that the life after marriage was like citrus, the main note was sweet, with a little sourness, and this sourness would not dilute the sweetness, but added a different flavor. flavor.

Yes, everyone thinks so.

Yongjipu's family background and personal conditions are outstanding, he looks impeccable, and he is a perfect lover.

Even his mother said earnestly on the phone: "Marriage is like this. It's normal to have a little quarrel, but how can it be broken up after arguing? Besides, what's wrong with Jipu? You won't be able to find it if you pick up a lantern in the future." Such a good subject!"

Yuan Deng clenched his hands into fists.

For the first time, he refuted Mother Yuan: "Yes, he is good. However, his motive for marrying me is not pure, and he also... he doesn't like me either."

The latter sentence was very light, and he was a little embarrassed to say such delicate and tortuous thoughts in front of his mother.

For many people, marriage can be a last resort, appropriateness, companionship, kindness, and family affection.

But he didn't want to choose that day.

He hopes that marriage can be the kiss before going to bed at night, the clasped hands when going out for a walk, and the joy of feeling at ease when staying together.

It's love, it's pure hormones.

The attraction and throbbing of each other are unreservedly dedicated to each other.

Just because of this person and nothing else.

Mother Yuan was taken aback, and said in disbelief: "Are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about? He doesn't like you, who does he like?!"

"He... In short, he doesn't like me. Being with me is probably because of the help our family can give him. Mom, do you and dad know this, and they opposed our marriage in the first place?"

Mother Yuan was silent for a moment, and said: "Yes, Ji Pu told us about this situation, but—"

So, everyone knows it.

Only he was kept in the dark, being a happy fool.

"Stop talking." Yuan Deng sniffed and interrupted her, "Mom, please stop talking."

An atmosphere of silence spread.

After a long time, Mother Yuan softened her voice: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, are you coming back tonight? Mom will cook your favorite meals for you."

"Go back. I'll pack up and go home."

The new house is full of objects in pairs, and Yuan Deng originally wanted to take all his parts away and throw them into the trash can.

But in such a short period of time, so many small and trivial items were added unconsciously in this empty house.

He threw most of the things into the trash can and looked around. Thanks to his efforts, the house was quite empty and seemed deserted.

Yuan Deng thought of the apartment where Yongjipu lived when he first returned to China. The color was cold and hard, and the lines were mostly straight.The house they live in now has a modern design, using a lot of soft materials and bold and lively colors.

That's right, Yongjipu's own things are always minimalist, black and white, cold, very similar to himself.

It's really wronged him to live in such a house that doesn't fit his temperament.

Yuan Deng smiled, and put the signed divorce agreement in the middle of the coffee table.

He lowered his eyes and saw that there was a wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand resting on the agreement.

It is said that there is a blood vessel on the ring finger of the left hand connected to the heart. Wearing a wedding ring on the ring finger is a promise to each other.

He knew this saying, but he didn't choose to wear the wedding ring on his left ring finger, but on his neck, because the length of the hanging was just around the heart.

This is closer than the ring finger.

On the second day of the wedding, someone came to strike up a conversation with him, but Yong Jipu drove him away, and then asked him very unhappy: "Where is your ring? Why didn't you wear it?"

This time, I really didn't bring it.

Yuan Deng turned the wedding ring, took it off slowly, closed his eyes, and pressed heavily on the divorce agreement.

"Snapped!"

The man sitting in the middle of the long table slammed the table, his face darkened.

Everyone in the meeting room trembled, their faces were as white as the incandescent light above their heads.

The Yong Group has just gone through a round of high-level turmoil. The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. The loser and his henchmen have been liquidated one by one, and they have been completely swept out of the group.

Even in the end, there were some counterattacks, the scene was ugly, and some unknown secrets of the leadership were revealed...

But this will not change the result - the decisive and tough man in front of him will undoubtedly be the talker of the Yong Group in the next few decades.

Yongjipu closed his eyes, feeling depressed and rampant in his heart, he loosened Songka's rigid bow tie, and said with faint anger: "I want you to pay close attention to liquidating the assets that Yong and Jie have embezzled over the years, I also know There is not much time given for this matter, and it is difficult, but isn’t it too outrageous for you to do this?! Did you write this report with your feet?”

"Take it back for me and redo it!"

"Yes." A middle-aged woman in business attire took the report with shaking hands.

"Let's go."

Looking at this group of people, I was even more upset.

The conference room was quickly emptied, and only Yongjipu was left sitting in his seat. He lowered his head, trying to calm himself by smoking a cigarette.

The assistant outside the door poked his head in, facing the death gaze cast by Yong Jipu, and said tremblingly: "Boss Yong, you had a call during the meeting just now, it's from Mrs. Yuan..."

Yongjipu put away his cigarette and got up.

He rubbed his face and took the phone: "What did she say?"

"She said..." the assistant swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Your husband is going back to Yuan's house for a temporary stay, and she will help you stabilize Mr. Yuan, but she hopes that you and Mr. Yuan can resolve the conflict of divorce as soon as possible. "

"divorce?!"

Yongjipu grasped the harsh key word in the words, he stopped in his footsteps, turned his head in disbelief, and his face quickly turned pale.

It was time to get off work in the afternoon, and many sections of the road from the urban area to the suburbs were congested.Vehicles lined up in a long queue under the traffic lights, and the horns forced the horns to form a ball.

The noise made people even more upset.

Yongjipu put his hands on the steering wheel, looking at the endless convoy ahead, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.

He knew that as long as he bypassed this section of the road, it would be smooth.

But the waiting time is always so long.

As long as you close your eyes and lose your mind, Yuan Deng's sad and determined expression before leaving, as well as the words he said, are like close-up shots of a movie played repeatedly.

The traffic light ahead turned green and the convoy moved.

Yongjipu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he started the car along the rushing traffic.

The car drove fast on the straight asphalt road, and when the sun was about to set, it finally returned to the new residence on the west bank of the water.

Yongjipu stood at the door for a while, he was a little nervous now, even more nervous than before he signed a big order of over [-] million yuan.

He wiped the sweat from his palms with a tissue before checking his fingerprints and opening the door.

"Small lights?"

No one answered his cries.

Standing at the entrance, Yongjipu raised his eyes, and suddenly found that the photo frame of the two of them that Yuan Deng insisted on placing at the entrance was turned upside down on the table.

The whole house was too empty, he glanced around, there were a lot less things in the house, and the objects that used to appear in pairs before were all standing alone in their place.

There are a few thin sheets of paper on the coffee table, with a...

Ring.

Yongjipu's eyes were fixed, he walked over slowly, bent down and picked up the few pieces of paper.

But his hands seemed to be unable to exert all their strength, and he grabbed the few pieces of paper and the ring before picking them up.

It was their wedding ring, he recognized it.Before, the yuan lantern was worn on the hand, and it would not be taken off when taking a bath.

The five large characters of the divorce agreement were carelessly placed in the center of the top of the paper, cold and glaring.

He closed his eyes, his heart throbbed suddenly, the pain seemed to spread to all his limbs, his hands were shaking, so shaking that he couldn't even hold the things in his hands.

The ring fell on the carpet, and Gululu rolled to the bottom of the sofa.

Yongjipu clutched his painful chest, and slowly knelt down in the living room.

The pendulum on the wall swayed from side to side, ticking, and the hour hand pointed to six o'clock in the evening.

A time when we should have had dinner together.

A child ran past the window happily, and a young couple chased the child behind, telling him to run slowly, and he was about to go home for dinner.

Everyone has a home.

But he seems to have broken up his family business.

Yongjipu lowered his body and reached for the wedding ring under the sofa regardless of his image.An expensive suit is dusty.

He touched the cold wedding ring and grabbed it hard.

A dusty ring abandoned by his master lay quietly in his palm.And him who was also abandoned, and this empty house.

were left here together.

Yongjipu gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly, and stumbled out.

He is very familiar with the road leading to Yuandeng's house. He has traveled thousands of times, and never felt so anxious, long and timid.

Across the rose beds, past rose season, the tiny spikes on the stems and leaves scratched a small gash on the back of his hand.

He stood under the window of Yuan Deng, and saw that the curtain of that window was drawn, revealing a ray of soft light.

He circled his hands in the shape of a trumpet: "Little lamp!"

"Small lights!"

Yuan Deng, who was sitting at the table, moved his fingers, and he looked up to the window, but he didn't get up, but lowered his eyes, turned a page, and continued to read the book in his hand.

"Little lamp! I'm downstairs at your house, can you come out for a while—"

"Little Lamp! Please!"

After a while, someone knocked on his door, and Yuanmu's voice came from the door.

"Yuan Deng, Ji Pu is looking for you. Don't leave others alone."

Yuan Deng responded.

He stood up slowly and opened the curtains.

Downstairs stood a man in a state of embarrassment. His normally decent suit was covered with dust and wrinkled, and there seemed to be a scratch on his cheek.

Yuan Deng's eyes stayed on the slender and bright red wound for a moment, then he moved away lightly.

"what happened?"

Yongjipu's Adam's apple rolled, and he begged: "Xiaodeng, don't...don't block me, let's talk, I can explain—"

"Explain what?"

"Explain that you have someone else in your heart?" Yuan Deng looked at him with cold eyes, "Or explain that your motive for marrying me is impure?"

Yongjipu choked up, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe that Yuandeng would say such a thing, the impatience and disgust in his expression and tone were undisguised.

Seeing his reaction, Yuan Deng smiled, and he was also surprised how he could still laugh at this moment.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said softly to Yongjipu downstairs.

"forget it."

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感谢在2022-01-2905:47:14~2022-02-0100:43:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Chenyue;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!