After Divorce I Was Haunted By My Ex Husband

It's a pity.

Xu Huan's hope was in vain.

There was no accident, the servant standing outside the door was the villa's servant.

Reaching out his hand, he opened the door with difficulty concealing his disappointment.

Xu Huan let the servants outside.

The current scene is quite ridiculous and funny.

After going around in a circle, everything returned to the original place, um, or, it didn't return to the original place.

Xu Huan thinks that her current situation is worse than before, because she is more energetic and embarrassing.

"Miss Xu, if you have anything to do, just tell me."

The servant acted much more at ease than Xu Huan, she was the first to break the silence.

Xu Huan didn't know if the servant had used up all his surprise on the way here.

In short, when facing her, the servant only showed professionalism and dedication.

"I remember your surname is Wu, right?"

Xu Huan didn't make things difficult for the servants. To put it bluntly, it didn't make sense to vent her emotions on the workers.

It's not easy for anyone, to be honest, then stop embarrassing each other.

"Yes, Miss Xu."

Nodding, the servant responded quickly.

Xu Huan's eyes lingered on the servant for a few seconds, turned around, walked into the living room again, picked up the phone, and continued chatting with Chu Yan, "Huo Ziting sent someone over, and they just arrived."

"He said nicely, taking care of my daily life, who knows, what else is he planning in his heart."

The existence of this servant should also undertake an additional "job".

That is, to monitor her and take care of her.

There was no irony or insinuation, Xu Huan was just discussing the matter with Chu Yan.

However, there are still grudges and precautions.

After the servant arrived, Xu Huan didn't stay in the living room anymore, she went into the bedroom and closed the door.

Outside the door, Xu Huan couldn't see the present moment.

The servant took out his mobile phone, sent a message to Huo Ziting, and reported to him that he had arrived.
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In the bedroom, Xu Huan chatted with Chu Yan for a while, then hung up the phone.

I'm not very calm, and I don't want to wait at all.

After the call with Chu Yan ended, Xu Huan immediately called up He Wanwan's WeChat account.

She wanted to send a message to He Wanwan immediately, she wanted to watch the show sooner, and saw... He Wanwan and Huo Ziting had a quarrel.

But, after all, her people are now controlled by Huo Ziting.

Xu Huan also had a lot of considerations when it came to sending messages to He Wanwan.

It is unwise to act blindly.

Rolling his eyes, Xu Huan began to focus on the trumpet.

There are many ways to give He Wanwan news.

Speaking of which, she didn't have to directly use her tuba to show up.

Anyway, heh, if the news is brought to He Wanwan, then it's all right.

Focusing on Weibo, Xu Huan quit WeChat, opened Weibo instead, and cautiously began to register a new Weibo account.

An unfamiliar number jumped out from Xu Huan's phone screen.

Xu Huan frowned delicately, and paused with her fingers.

Is it another harassing phone call?
Those righteous netizens on the Internet are here to crusade her again?

This speed is fast enough.

Xu Huan didn't really want to answer this kind of call. In principle, the other party would hang up within a few seconds.

This kind of person, huh, speaking of it, is really willing to spend phone bills, and that's not too much.

However, there was a deviation from Xu Huan's prediction.

The other party is quite persistent.

He actually called several times in a row, and that posture, it was clear that he must get through to her.

"Ah."

Xu Huan snorted mockingly, and decided to drag the number to the blacklist.

She didn't want nothing to piss herself off.

She is not interested in being scolded, nor is she interested in being scolded.

The phone call from the Internet troll, she felt that the next step would be a waste of time and a waste of life.

In fact, she should have done so long ago.

The waiting just now, how she thinks now, why does she think it is not worthwhile, and then, it also delayed her progress in registering the trumpet.

"Huanhuan, answer the phone, Xu Huan, answer the phone, can you?"

"I'm Fu Sichen."

On the phone, two messages came in one after another.

It's still the same number.

A little surprised, Xu Huan looked at the message that popped up on the screen, and stopped his original movements.

Fu Sichen?

He was the one who called her?

A new call appeared in front of Xu Huan again.

The answer was quick this time, but he still had doubts in his heart. Xu Huan didn't speak the first time the call was made.

"Huanhuan, it's me."

"..."

"This is the mobile phone I borrowed from my assistant. I didn't call you from my number."

His number couldn't get through at all.

At that time, half leaning against the head of the bed, Fu Sichen's face was completely pale, and his complexion was also very, very bad.

Yesterday's accident made him lose his vitality.

He had several broken ribs and a damaged lung.

"My WeChat, there is no way to send you a message."

After Fu Sichen spoke, Xu Huan confirmed his identity.

For a moment she was at a loss for words, and she didn't know what to say to Fu Sichen.

"Huanhuan, why don't you talk? Where are you now? Do you have any specific arrangements? I heard that you left from Ziting."

Fu Sichen's news is obviously lagging behind.

Xu Huan listened silently, the corners of her lips curled up, she was a little uneasy.

Then, when facing Fu Sichen, she couldn't help but have any confidence.

will feel guilty.

No matter what the reason was, she was full of guilt towards Fu Sichen.

"Fu Sichen, are you okay? How is your injury now? Whether it's your WeChat or your phone, I didn't delete it. Sorry, I can't stop Huo Ziting."

"You have left, does he still control your social interaction?"

Opening his mouth without strength, Fu Sichen listened to Xu Huan's words, and it was not an accident. He could think that it was not Xu Huan who deleted his WeChat.

"Ziting is always too egotistical when he acts. He is more used to going his own way and domineering."

Listening to Fu Sichen's definition of Huo Ziting, Xu Huan lifted his lips and did not hide from Fu Sichen. There was a touch of irony and self-deprecation in his words, "I didn't leave, Fu Sichen, I'm still with him."

"I thought I could leave, but it turns out that I can't."

It was a bit of a surprise, Fu Sichen didn't expect to hear Xu Huan say such words to him.

Did not leave, what does that mean?
He really read the news about Xu Huan today.

Although due to physical reasons, he didn't read a lot, and he didn't read it very carefully, but he thought he understood Xu Huan's situation very clearly.

"Huo Ziting has placed me in an apartment now, and my actions are not completely free."

How unfree is it? On this point, Xu Huan has not further verified it.

Can be subject to constraints, this is beyond doubt.

"Fu Sichen, if you want to help me, then I probably can't accept it now, and I can't accept your help."

At the moment, I don't really want to involve Fu Sichen further.

Xu Huan believes that Fu Sichen's immediate priority is to heal his own injuries.

Fu Sichen didn't speak.

I can't understand it a bit, he is guessing, guessing Huo Ziting's true thoughts.

"Xu Huan, who are you calling?"

In Xu Huan's cell phone, following Fu Sichen, a text message from Huo Ziting came in.

In the next second, the door of her bedroom was knocked by a servant from outside.