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Butler Zhang watched Chen Fang's car go out.

"Master, Madam, she is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, please try to coax her. How could she suddenly divorce you? It doesn't make sense?"

"Didn't she suddenly divorce me? Didn't she have been working hard for divorce for the past 20 years?" Fu Haitang got into his Bentley, smelled the residual perfume on her body, and his eyes were blank for two seconds.

Butler Zhang looked puzzled, with a confused look on his face, and muttered to the car window: "Why is she trying so hard? If she really wanted a divorce, she would have put a knife to her neck and forced you to leave early. "

Fu Haitang pressed down the car window: "What are you mumbling about again?"

"No, it's nothing..."

Fu Haitang rested his elbows on the car window and raked his hair back. He was so upset that he couldn't focus his eyes.

Driving out of Fu's house, he looked at the car in front of her and drove slowly towards the Civil Affairs Bureau.

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In Chen Fang's car, Song Weiyu sat in the passenger seat.

He glanced at the man's side face with his peripheral vision and fixed his eyes on his hand on the center console.

His hands are completely different from Fu Haitang's. Fu Haitang has always been pampered and wears protective gloves when exercising. His hands are big and soft, and they are particularly comfortable to hold.

Chen Fang has been boxing all year round, and her hands are covered with hard calluses. When she touches her, there is a slight tingling pain, and her silk clothes are often hooked.

However, it's very safe.

Song Weiyu put her hand into his palm, and rubbed her fingertips against the cocoon of his palm, "Why are you unhappy?"

Chen Fang paused, "No."

"You're just unhappy, I can tell. Do you blame me for being alone with him today?"

Chen Fang felt the small movements of her soft hands in his palm, opened her palm, and clasped it tightly.

"Yes, I'm scared."

He wiped the steering wheel with one hand, looked ahead with cold eyes, and pursed his lips.

He was afraid that Fu Haitang would suddenly regret the divorce, and that Fu Haitang would use all his scheming to keep Song Weiyu.

I was afraid that I would have the courage to take this step for the first time in my life, but still not be able to marry her.

More than that, he was afraid of too much.

As long as the divorce certificate is not obtained, as long as he does not marry her, Fu Haitang may take her back at any time.

That person had advanced and evil methods, and he had the temperament to keep Song Weiyu by his side even if he didn't love him. So, did he really let it go voluntarily? Can I really get the divorce certificate this time?

But if Fu Haitang was really willing to get a divorce, why would he still kiss her today?

As soon as he entered the office today, he saw Song Weiyu's red lips, which had obviously been rubbed by sex.

Song Weiyu looked at his hand that was tightly clasped by him, and looked at him with bright eyes, "Don't be unhappy, I will never meet him alone in the future."

Chen Fang didn't speak and drove as usual with a cold face.

Song Weiyu leaned over and leaned on his shoulder to coax him, "After I am discharged from the hospital, I plan to change my place to live."

"Huh? Where to change?" He then responded.

"Guess..." Song Weiyu put her chin on his shoulder and looked at his smooth and determined profile.

Chen Fang frowned slightly, really trying to guess where she could go with so many houses under her name. In fact, he had an answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

I mentioned a few names at random, but Song Weiyu rejected them all. "tell me"

"Xiangshan Lake."

Chen Fang stepped on the brakes and happened to hit a long red light. He looked back at her. There was only a breath of distance between them.

Confirming the answer again from her brown eyes, he curled his lips quietly and ruffled her hair casually.

"it is good."

She had so many houses under her name, but she chose to live in his villa. For a man, this is an indescribable feeling of satisfaction.

Song Weiyu saw that his expression softened, raised his hand and hooked his chin, pretending to be teasing: "Are you happy?"

Chen Fang glanced at the red light time, raised his hand and clasped the back of her head, pulled her closer, and put his lips directly on her.

The licking intensity gradually increased, and in the end he was even biting her lip flesh.

Song Weiyu couldn't push him away at all, so he could only frown and cry out in pain.

At the last second, he let go of her hand and stepped on the accelerator.

Song Weiyu glared at him, opened the mirror and looked at her lips. The bright red turned into deep red, and there was a faint skin break, and a trace of blush appeared, which was particularly obvious and flamboyant.

"You deliberately!"

She licked her lips, picked out a lipstick from her bag, and applied a light layer of lipstick. Only then did she feel the pain on the bitten area felt better, but it still looked red and swollen.

Chen Fang glanced at her sideways, without any concealment, and said with satisfaction: "Yeah."

If Fu Haitang sees this tearing kiss, he can't help but think deeper. As long as certain images break into his mind, his anger will get out of control.

Then he won't run away from the battlefield, right?

At that time, even if he loves her again, Fu Haitang will be driven by the self-esteem of his boss, Fu, to force himself to give up on this woman who no longer has him in her heart.