Madam leg hurts please hug

At the coffee shop in the city center, An Xiaoyue arrived 10 minutes earlier than the agreed time.

She raised her hand to bring the coffee in hand to her lips and took a sip. The latte, her favorite before, tasted bitter for some reason today.

A black luxury car was parked in front of the coffee shop, attracting the attention of many people.

There is no other person in China except Gong Yumo for the world-limited edition Maybach, a top business sedan.

The driver got out of the driver's seat, went to the back seat and opened the door. The man who got out of the back seat was wearing a simple black coat and black pants, with two buttons on his collar undone.

In the past, An Xiaoyue felt that there was no black man more suitable than Gong Yumo.Only he can wear this simple and mysterious color with a sense of nobility and elegance.

Sure enough, when he got out of the car, many girls in the store exclaimed, as if seeing a fan of his idol, with eyes of admiration and admiration.

What An Xiaoyue cared about was why he didn't drive by himself.

In the past, he always refused to let the driver drive. Whether he was going to the company or wherever, he insisted on driving by himself.

As if to prove to everyone that he is good, his legs are healthy, he can be normal.

After returning to China, he obviously already had a sense of nobility like President Mo, and began to use the driver.

Maybe people just change, like him and her.

As soon as Gong Yumo entered the door, he saw An Xiaoyue. She was wearing simple white T jeans, and her long black hair was hanging down, just like when he saw her four years ago, as simple as a cool summer breeze, Gives a feeling of relaxation and joy.

Her face was still pretty and pretty, even without makeup, it was enough to make his heart flutter.

He sat down and put his cane aside.

She asked, "What to drink?"

Gong Yumo smiled slightly, looked directly at her and said softly, "My taste hasn't changed."

An Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment, then calmly called the waiter to order a glass of iced Americano.

Gong Yumo looked at the brown liquid in the glass in front of him, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

It turned out that she hadn't forgotten either.

"I'm sorry to take up your time, President Mo." An Xiaoyue's smile was polite yet rusty, "I want to take this opportunity to settle things between us well, and I won't bother you again in the future."

As soon as An Xiaoyue's words came out, Gong Yumo's heart instantly turned cold.

She took out a bank card from her bag and put it on the table, and pushed it to Gong Yumo, "Thank you, Mr. Mo, for your help before paying my dad's medical expenses. The hospital will refund all the overpaid money, and I will return it to you." you."

Gong Yumo didn't speak, but watched closely as she drew the boundary between him and her stroke by stroke.

"In addition, I sold my parents' villa. This villa was the betrothal gift you gave my parents before we got married. Since it is the betrothal gift, I will not return it." An Xiaoyue smiled and continued Said, "Some time ago, my dad was in a hurry for surgery and needed money. I took 100 million from your card, and now I will transfer 100 million from the house sale funds to you."

"All the money is in this card." An Xiaoyue raised her chin and nodded at the bank card, "President Mo, please check."

Gong Yumo couldn't see any emotion on her face, only polite and unfamiliar.

His gaze stayed on her face all the time, and after a long time, he asked, "Do we have to be so clear between you and me?"

An Xiaoyue's heart throbbed suddenly, but the expression on her face remained unchanged.

She smiled softly, "It should be clear and obvious, what's yours is yours, what's mine is mine, what shouldn't be mine, and I won't want it."

Gong Yumo took a deep breath, picked up the iced Americano at the table and took a few sips.

Then he looked at An Xiaoyue and asked, "An Xiaoyue, why are you so stubborn? The Mo house is yours, the equity is yours, and the assets on the property transfer letter are yours. Why are you so stubborn that you don't care about anything?" No? How many years have you been married to me, what are you planning for?"

Yes, she never thought about this question.

What was she planning to marry him for?

Picture the consummation of a childhood crush.

Figuring possession of a man he adores.

For his position of power or money?
Or is it the broken family and the bruises after having nothing?
After all, not to show his feelings, right?
"I don't plan anything." An Xiaoyue looked at him and chuckled, "I'm just betting."

"I won't lose the bet on my wishful thinking."

After she finished speaking, she smiled relievedly, "But I don't gamble now, I can't afford to gamble anymore, this incident let me know that a gambler will not end well."

Gong Yumo's brows were tightly furrowed, and his deep eyes were like a bottomless well.

He wanted to say, An Xiaoyue, you didn't lose.

He wanted to say, you are never wishful thinking.

"An Xiaoyue" he opened his lips slightly, "I"

"Sign this." An Xiaoyue took out another page of paper and a pen and handed it to him.

Gong Yumo's eyes swept towards the page, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

It was still the familiar and cold divorce agreement.

He thought he could just hide the original one.

"I signed the divorce agreement last time and gave it to Zhou Linran. You were in the United States at the time. I think he forgot to give it to you." An Xiaoyue smiled softly, "I reprinted a copy. If you If you have time, let's go and get the divorce certificate."

Her words were crisp and clear, as if she was talking about an unimportant matter.

The last time she told him to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a divorce, she obviously had tears in her eyes, and her eyes were as red as a bullied little rabbit.

He tried again to find a trace of sadness in her eyes, but there was nothing but dryness and desolation.

"Really don't want anything?" He asked again in a hoarse voice.

An Xiaoyue shook her head with firm eyes.

Gong Yumo took the pen and signed his name in the lower right corner of the agreement with a "swish".

An Xiaoyue put the agreement away and put it in her bag, and smiled at him, "I don't know when President Mo will be free, so I can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Gong Yumo looked at her extremely firm eyes and tone, and said with a faint smile, "In the afternoon, I will prepare the documents, and I will pick you up in the afternoon."

"No need." An Xiaoyue refused, "Then at three o'clock in the afternoon, we will meet directly at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau."

After An Xiaoyue finished speaking, she smiled politely at him, then turned and left with her bag.

Gong Yumo looked at her closely, the faint smile on the corners of his mouth was suppressed, and his thin lips were tightly drawn into a line.

The moment An Xiaoyue turned around, the smile on her face finally disappeared slowly.

Only then did she know that it was so tiring to wear a mask, and it was so uncomfortable to pretend to be indifferent.

But as long as all this is over, there will be a complete clean-up between them.

Later, Gong Yumo is Gong Yumo, and An Xiaoyue is An Xiaoyue.

People from different worlds will no longer meet.

Four years of struggle and three years of marriage finally came to an end.

Just after walking out of the coffee shop, a black Maserati stopped at her feet.

The windows of the rear seat slowly lowered.

Gong Huaiqian tilted his head and smiled at her, "Sister-in-law, please get in the car."