The only favorite ex-wife: The president's husband owes training

Jian Ziyu kept eating the porridge in front of her. In fact, she couldn't eat any more. In fact, she didn't even know what the porridge tasted like, but she kept putting the spoon into her mouth. The porridge in the innermost part has not been swallowed, and the other spoonful of porridge has been eaten, until finally choked up, and then coughed.

The owner of the porridge shop was frightened by this state, after all, he was still afraid that something would happen to Jian Ziyu here, and such a depressed person could do anything, so he hurried to Jian Ziyu's side.

"We are a small shop. Although I know our porridge tastes good, miss, aren't you cheating us?" The boss said while removing the unfinished porridge, not even giving the last bowl to Jian Zi. Yu stayed.

Jian Ziyu didn't say a word, watching the boss remove the porridge, she wiped her tears with her hands, only then did she realize that her hands were extremely painful.

Standing up, Jian Ziyu's face became even paler. Apart from the bright red lips that were burned by the porridge, her whole face was scary, and her hair was also messy.

"How much is the boss?" Jian Ziyu's voice seemed to have changed slightly after being scalded by the porridge.

"No need, a gentleman has settled the money just now." The boss was relieved, at least this woman didn't have any problems in his shop.

Jian Ziyu pursed her lips, and then took out two hundred bills from her bag with her aching hand.

"The next time I see that gentleman, just return the money to him. I don't want him to pay the bill, let alone anything from him."

Jian Ziyu put the money at the cash register, and walked out of the porridge shop without looking back.

Moving her feet, Jian Ziyu looked up at the sky, the rain that had been raining all night yesterday stopped at this time, and the sun was still shining through the clouds.

Jian Ziyu smiled slowly, sometimes chicken soup for the soul is really useful, no matter how sad you are, no matter how dying you are, but the sun will rise the next day as it should.

Looking at the time on her wrist, Jian Ziyu's brain is not working right now, she was thinking what should she do?
After thinking about it, she drove to a 4S shop to have her car repaired, and then took a taxi to an intermediary company. She wanted to rent a house, and she wanted to start a new life.

When Jian Ziyu thought of her new life, sarcasm appeared on the corner of her mouth. She herself didn't know what the new life was like, let alone what the state of the new life was like.

I found an agency at random, and Jian Ziyu walked in, but when the staff of the agency company saw Jian Ziyu's face and the blood on her clothes, they were shocked.

"I want to find a community near X College. It needs to be clean, the environment is good, and the staff is not so complicated. One bedroom, one living room without a kitchen is fine. As long as the rent is reasonable, there is no problem, but it must be fast, three days I'm going to move in soon." Jian Ziyu said these words mechanically like a doll in a daze.

"By the way, there must be a balcony." Speaking again, Jian Ziyu tugged at her coat. She didn't feel cold on the street outside just now, but felt cold inside.

The staff registered, and then glanced at the ring on Jian Ziyu's ring finger.

"Are you staying for one person or two people?" The staff continued to register with a pen.