Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

In the bedroom, a person leaned against the door panel, slumped on the ground, with a blank expression.

From the moment the door was closed, all the strength in Su Xiangyu's body seemed to be sucked away, and he collapsed on the ground in an instant, without any strength for a long time.

She held the document tightly with both hands, and her eyes hardly had any focus.

Married, divorced!

She was divorced after all.

The corner of Su Xiangyu's mouth twitched, wanting to give himself a smile, a smile that ended.

But the muscles on his face seemed to be frozen at this moment, so stiff that he couldn't move at all, and that smile never came true.

Time passed by minute by minute.

She didn't know how long she sat on the ground, but just sat there holding the divorce agreement blankly, as if her whole mind was also emptied.

In front of people, she can still maintain that touch of indifference, but now...

Su Xiangyu felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the soreness surged into his eyes uncontrollably, and everything in his vision became blurred.

She moved her lips, and suddenly wanted to talk to someone.

But who can she talk to?

The husband who was supposed to be the closest to her is gone now, and even if he existed, Huo Zhikai was never someone she could talk to.

Huo Beicheng and Jiang Muyu?
She didn't want her children to see herself like this.

Su Xiangyu didn't know how long he stayed there, but his legs seemed to be numb.

She took out her mobile phone from her pocket, looked at the names in the address book, one by one, but finally stopped at a number that had just been added recently.

Han Yanran!
Su Xiangyu moved his fingers to the name, paused for a moment, and then dialed it out.

"Hey?"

Over there, Han Yanran's voice was still as pleasant and charming as usual.

Su Xiangyu moved his lips, but there was no sound for a while.

Han Yanran: "Aunt Su? Is there something you want to tell me?"

I don't know if it's sensitivity or a woman's sixth sense.

When she heard the silence on the other side of the phone, Han Yanran subconsciously felt that something had happened.

"En." Su Xiangyu mulled for a long time before he squeezed out a word from his throat.

"I'm scared to death. If you don't make a sound, I'll think it's because I lost my phone, or accidentally pressed the wrong button." Han Yanran tried to calm down the atmosphere.

I don't know if it was the "um" that opened up Su Xiangyu's voice.

Her voice was still low, "Han Yanran, I'm divorced."

There was a brief silence, followed by Han Yanran's soft laughter and her congratulations: "Congratulations, Aunt Su, you have been reborn."

Su Xiangyu was taken aback, "Yes, I have been reborn."

"So, to celebrate your new life, how about I drink with you today?"

When Su Xiangyu heard this suggestion, the corners of his lips that had been unable to smile, now curved slightly, "I'm afraid that won't work. I can't drink recently, and my stomach is not good."

"That's such a pity. I don't think there's really any atmosphere of celebration with porridge and soup."

"Yeah, I feel a little sorry too."

The two seemed to be just gossiping, talking about something worthy of celebration.

After talking for a while.

Han Yanran suddenly paused, and asked, "If you want to cry, you can come to me anytime, I can lend you my shoulder, and I can promise not to say a word to Mu Yu and the others."

Su Xiangyu really smiled this time, "Okay, if I need it, I won't be polite."