Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

"I saved you, and you just said thank you, and then drove me away. Ah Liang, are you sure you want to burn bridges like this?"

Wen Liang was speechless for a few seconds, "Just think that I am burning bridges. You also don't keep your word. You said you would not follow me anymore. Don't tell me that you are on a business trip and you happen to be at the airport?"

"If I don't follow you, you still don't know how injured you will be! One moment you lose your wallet, and the next you get injured. How can you let me rest assured?"

"We are divorced. My affairs have nothing to do with you. You can ignore it."

"you--"

Fu Zheng's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes darkened.

Wen Liang's face turned pale and he subconsciously took a step back.

Fu Zheng took a step closer and said in a solemn voice, "Say what you just said again!"

Wen Liang took a step back with twinkling eyes, "We are divorced. My affairs have nothing to do with you, so you can ignore it."

His voice was trembling, and he seemed obviously lacking in confidence.

Fu Zheng's face became even more ugly and clouded.

Wen Liang wanted to retreat again, but found that he had reached the wall and had no way to retreat.

She was like a little quail with its head shrunk, moving sideways little by little.

Fu Zheng stretched out his big hand, pinched Wen Liang's chin, lowered his head and kissed it.

The handsome face in front of him suddenly enlarged. Wen Liang was stunned for a moment, then he realized and pushed him hard.

"Um..."

Fu Zheng's shoulders were like a copper wall. No matter how Wen Liang struggled, he remained motionless.

He sucked her warm and soft lips addictedly, and the tip of his tongue roamed freely between her teeth.

The hot breath is entangled, the warm breath is rapid, and it becomes more and more out of breath.

Fu Zheng took the opportunity to push open the cool teeth, and the tip of his tongue easily penetrated.

"Well--"

Wen Liang closed his eyes and bit hard.

Fu Zheng grunted in pain, but did not pull out. Instead, he deepened the kiss and allowed the smell of blood to spread in their mouths.

Suddenly, something fell on the overlapping lips, and the tip of the tongue licked, feeling salty.

Fu Zheng immediately let go of Wen Liang, only to see Wen Liang's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

Fu Zheng panicked for a moment and hurriedly helped Wen Liang wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Ah Liang, Ah Liang, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's me who deserves to die, please don't cry, okay, don't cry, I'm sorry..."

Wen Liang only cried silently and did not cry out loud. The feeling of depression and suffocation made Fu Zheng breathless and heartbroken.

"A-Liang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you. It doesn't matter whether you hit me or scold me, just don't say anything."

"Does it make sense to hit you and scold you? Will you listen to me?" Wen Liang's eyes were calm, and he reached out to wipe his tears, "No! You say you like me, but in fact you just treat me as a piece of cake. Items have no respect for me at all!”

"You will still follow me, monitor my life, and go against my will. There is no freedom or privacy in my life. You can do whatever you want. This kind of life has no meaning at all..."

Hearing Wen Liang's last words, Fu Zheng couldn't help but panic, "Ah Liang, I just want to see you. If you don't like it, I just won't follow you. Don't cry. I will grant you whatever you want. "

"I just want you to stay away from me!" Wen Liang's eyes were filled with tears, and they overflowed as soon as he blinked.

She finally made up her mind to divorce him and let him go.

He insisted on coming to pester her, disturb her life, and mess up her mood.

Fu Zheng looked defeated, and after a moment, he said in a solemn voice, "Okay, I promise you."

……

The next day, Wen Liang and Tang Shishi signed up for a two-day tour of the Great Ocean Road.

They signed up for a Chinese-speaking tour group, and the tour guide and tourists in the group were all Chinese.

The starting point of the tour group was Geelong. There were originally about ten people in the car, sitting scattered around, but because they met compatriots on the other side of the ocean, there was no sense of strangeness at all, and they chatted familiarly.

Seeing Wen Liang and Tang Shishi boarding the bus, the bus was quiet for a moment, and the conversation continued.

Wen Liang and Tang Shishi chose a seat and sat down side by side.

The young boy in the seat in front greeted them with a smile, "Sisters, where are you from? Are you coming to Australia for work or tourism?"

The companion next to the young boy glanced at Wen Liang, said nothing, and turned his head.

The uncle in front of the young boy was also enthusiastic, "Looking at your age, you two don't look like students."

Tang Shishi smiled and said, "We are here for tourism. Our hometown is over in Jiangcheng. How about you?"

As soon as they mentioned their hometown, the tourists in the car became active. They reported the province and recognized the fellow villagers. If they couldn't recognize the fellow villagers, they would get close to them, such as "I have a friend from your side...".

Then seven or eight more people got into the car. The tour guide called their names, closed the door and set off.

After the car started, there was a lot of silence in the car, and people were doing what they were supposed to do.

Some people are chatting with friends, some are listening to music with headphones, and some are taking photos of the scenery along the way with their cameras.

The young boy's companion turned his head and glanced back, poked the young boy with his elbow, and lowered his voice, "Hey, the two girls in the back, the one in the back, seems to be Wenliang."

"Who is Wen Liang?" The young boy didn't respond at first.

"Have you forgotten? She is Fu Zheng's wife!"

The young boy thought about it and looked at his companion in surprise, "Really that Wen Liang?"

"I saw it was her, and the one next to her was her friend, makeup artist Tang Shishi."

When the news about Fu Zheng and Wen Liang first broke, they had a conversation in the dormitory, envious that Fu Zheng would reincarnate and be born at a destination that ordinary people could not reach in their lifetime.

The young boy was curious, "If I remember correctly, didn't she divorce Fu Zheng some time ago?"

"Yes," the young boy's companion sighed and whispered, "She can definitely get a lot of property from Fu Zheng, and she is also a little rich woman! Although she is a second marriage, she is young and rich, but those rich people People in the circle probably won't marry her. Anyway, they have money, and they might be able to support a young man. If anyone can get close to her, they will save decades of hard work."

The young boy quietly turned his head and glanced back.

Wen Liang was talking to Tang Shishi. Her profile was smooth and perfect. She didn't know what she was talking about. She smiled, her eyebrows were curved, her lips were red and her teeth were white. She didn't look like a divorced woman at all.

Even if she has no money, he still wants to pursue her as his girlfriend based on her appearance, not to mention she is a rich woman...

The young male companion added, "Her husband cheated on her and she just got divorced. It is a fragile time. It is easiest to take advantage of this moment and accompany her through this sad time. You can just buy her food and shelter, and you will basically get it." ”

He does not mean that.

The more the young boy thought about it, the more he felt ready to move.

If he could really win over Wen Liang, he wouldn't have to work so hard to find a job to make money!

The young boy couldn't help but observe himself through the screen of his turned-off mobile phone. He thought that he was good-looking and had the image of a little bitch that his sisters liked. There were many girls in school chasing him.

He secretly made up his mind.

Because the tour group had two days and plenty of time, the bus stopped briefly at Anglesey Beach.

At noon, the bus arrived in Lorne, and the tour guide and driver moved out the barbecue grills one by one for a self-service seafood barbecue on the beach.

There are not many barbecue grills, so you need to group them according to the number of people.

The young boy took the initiative to pull his companions to form a group with Wen Liang and the others. He was polite and positive, "Two sisters, you go to the beach to play. Leave the skewers and grilling to us!"