She divorced with her property, and her ex-husband chased her around the world

Huo Jingbo's hand holding the signature pen was slightly heavy, and he made a long mark on the signature area. The force was so strong that it penetrated the paper.

However, in just a moment, his expression returned to expressionless, as if the gaffe just now had never happened.

"Since she wants this divorce certificate so much that she would even give up our child, I will grant it to her!"

He, Huo Jingbo, would not choose anyone!

Secretary Song was stunned. After all, she knew very well that the big boss had never really thought about leaving. At this moment, it was obvious that he was angry.

She still reminded her dutifully, "Mr. Huo, do you want to think about it again..."

Before he finished speaking, the man coldly said two words, "Get out!"

Very intimidating.

Secretary Song's calves couldn't help but tremble, and he swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach. It was wrong to say more, but it was good not to say anything.

"Okay, I see."

She turned and went out.

Maybe it would be better for Mr. Huo and his wife to end like this.

But...she still felt that everything Mr. Huo said now was ironic.

In the evening, Huo Jingbo asked the driver to take him back to Full Moon Bay.

He didn't go in immediately after getting off the car, but leaned against the car and looked at the dark house in front of him.

Here, no one will turn on their lights anymore, looking forward to his return.

There was a dull pain in my heart, and I was pushed back by him again.

There is nothing to be attached to the woman who abandoned him and left.

He took out the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it with a fire in his palm, and took a heavy drag despite the driver's dissuasion.

The smell of nicotine filled his lungs, and he felt... that he was still alive.

The cold wind blew up his shirt, and his figure became much thinner after the car accident, as if he could disappear with the wind.

After smoking the cigarette and pressing the cigarette butt with his toes, he walked into the house with long legs.

Although the house was cleaned regularly by servants, the house was still clean and tidy, but because no one lived there, it was not popular at all. In a daze, it was actually a bit colder than outside the house.

Huo Jingbo went straight back to the bedroom.

Shang Manyue packed some luggage and left, but left a lot behind, including the jewelry, clothes and bags she had asked for from him.

Now, she doesn't want him anymore, and his things are abandoned like worn-out shoes.

Shang Manyue always said that he was ruthless.

In fact, she is the truly cruel person.

The Mianli knife can kill people with one blow if caught off guard.

How could he have the ability to compete with her...

Those things of hers are placed here, and if you don't see any of them, her figure will inevitably appear.

Huo Jingbo's eyes became increasingly gloomy.

He called Secretary Song and asked her to arrange for a servant to come over immediately and pack up all of Shang Manyue's things!

In the hall, the lights are brightly lit.

Huo Jingbo sat on the back of the sofa and stared at the city night expressionlessly.

The servants were very quick and managed to sort out all the things in more than half an hour. Since they were all valuable items, they did not dare to dispose of them casually, so they asked Secretary Song for his opinion.

Secretary Song locked the valuable jewelry and other items in the warehouse. She sorted out the other daily necessities a little, put them into a small cardboard box, and carried them downstairs.

She put the small carton on the coffee table and checked with Huo Jingbo again, "Mr. Huo, are you really going to throw away all these things that my wife has used?"

It doesn't matter if she loses it when she's angry now. Don't regret it later. Just let her chase the garbage truck!

Huo Jingbo frowned impatiently and looked at her coldly: "Secretary Song, you talk too much recently!"

Secretary Song: “…………”

She raised a fake smile and said, "Okay, Mr. Huo, I'll take care of it immediately!"

Bending down to pick up the small carton again, Huo Jingbo caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye, and his lips moved again, "Wait a minute."

Secretary Song braked in time.

Let’s just say, men are all duplicitous.

Huo Jingbo stood up suddenly, walked to the small cardboard box in a few steps, and took out a mobile phone with a cracked screen.

"This is... the mobile phone my wife used before."

Secretary Song had sharp eyes and recognized it immediately, "Why did it fall like this?"

In my impression, my wife's mood is actually quite stable. Even if she had a quarrel with Mr. Huo before, she would rarely throw things to vent her anger.

Not like Jiang Xinrou, that naughty woman who broke things at every turn, causing her to have to buy new furniture for her apartment every once in a while.

Huo Jingbo stared at the phone with his dark eyes.

After a while, he said: "Fix it as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, he threw the phone back into the carton, said nothing more, and turned around to go upstairs.

Late at night, Huo Jingbo tossed and turned on the big bed.

There is clearly nothing of her left in the master bedroom, but her presence is still everywhere.

But as soon as he reached out to touch it, it turned into smoke and dissipated.

As a result, he resented her even more.

How could she do it, be so heartless...

Finally, he hugged the pillow that Shang Manyue had slept on and slowly closed his eyes.

The next day.

Secretary Song came to pick up Huo Jingbo early in the morning.

The man walked out of the morning light, with his head splayed back and his face as handsome as a god. The three-piece custom-made suit fit snugly on his body. He was exuding charming hormones. He was still radiant and impeccable.

It seemed that Shang Manyue's departure was not worth mentioning to him.

Secretary Song secretly cursed and pretended to be dead, and then respectfully opened the car door for him.

After getting in the car, the car started.

After Secretary Song reported today's itinerary, he handed over the repaired mobile phone, "Mr. Huo, the mobile phone has been repaired and can be turned on. Because the phone card has been pulled out, some data cannot be fully restored."

The man took the phone and played with it lazily without making any move to check it.

Although Secretary Song didn't know the reason, she didn't dare to be curious.

The big boss is emotionally unstable, and she is afraid that she will become cannon fodder and be used for surgery.

When the first autumn leaves fell, bad news came from the hospital.

Mr. Huo endured it for two months, but still couldn't endure it and closed his eyes forever.

Huo Jingbo learned the news at the meeting. He stopped the meeting and hurried to the hospital.

He stayed with the old man in the ward for a long time.

Finally, he slowly covered him with a white cloth.

Although I have been mentally prepared for this outcome, when the real person is gone, the huge sadness and loss can still crush a person in an instant.

Because of the old man's partiality, the rest of the Huo family did not receive much property, and they did not care much about his death.

Huo Jingbo was handling the funeral affairs alone.

In front of others, he is always calm, dignified and inviolable.

No one can see if he is sad, no one can peer into his heart.

Huo Jingbo arranged a grand memorial service.

Many, many people came from all walks of life, big bosses in the industry, and various close friends of the old man during his lifetime...

Huo Jingbo stood there in a pure black suit to thank the guests, without any unnecessary expression.

Until the person in charge of greeting guests at the door shouted Shang Manyue's name.

The man's deep eyes were turbulent. He raised his eyelids and looked through the sea of ​​people towards the door.