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

Shang Manyue glanced at him coldly.

Then, as if he was nothing, he ignored him and walked towards the taxi in front.

Open the car door, sit in, and do it in one go.

The taxi drives off.

Secretary Song in the passenger seat was slightly speechless. She didn't dare to turn her head to look at her boss's face. She only asked softly: "Mr. Huo, do you want to follow?"

Huo Jingbo was not angry, his handsome face remained calm, and he elegantly smoothed his cuffs.

"No need, she will come to me."

He raised the window and curled his lips almost invisible, "Go back to the company."

Secretary Song sighed secretly.

Time can indeed sharpen people. Three years ago, Mr. Huo would not have had the patience to play cat and mouse games with Miss Shang.

All he wants is to kidnap people and carry them home.

Now, I finally learned to respect others.

It has to be said that the old man is still very far-sighted. He used time and distance to stop Mr. Huo's crazy criticism and allowed him to settle down and become stable.

After all, making a living cannot just rely on force and plunder.

I just don’t know...whether Miss Shang is willing to accept this sudden awakening.

Shang Manyue stayed with his uncle in the hospital all day. When he learned that the operation had a half chance of success, he still looked sad.

I always think about what to do if I die on the operating table.

While talking and crying, they all started to hold Shang Manyue's hand to count the family's property and tell her how to distribute it.

Divide it into three parts, one for his wife, one for his son, and one for Shang Manyue.

Shang Manyue had no choice but to reveal the news to him first. If Dr. Hao could be hired to perform surgery on him, the success rate could be increased to 80%, so he could put his heart back in his stomach first.

Cheng Qianfan's eyes immediately lit up, "Can you really invite me?"

He is not stupid either. Such top doctors belong to the category of those with free wealth. They may not be hired by spending money. Many times, they rely on favors.

His family's full moon is no longer Mrs. Huo. Without Huo Jingbo, a powerful husband to serve as a backer and network, where would the network be?

Shang Manyue was speechless for a moment.

In the afternoon, she called Dr. Hao a few more times and turned off her phone as usual.

In fact, when she saw Huo Jingbo in the morning, she knew it, but she was still unwilling to do so.

Facing her uncle's desperate look, she smiled and said, "Of course, don't you always say that I can handle everything?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Cheng Qianfan rubbed his hands, "My family's full moon is the most powerful. With you here, uncle will feel relieved."

When Cheng Rang came over in the evening, Cheng Qianfan had the energy to quarrel with him again, scolding him in and out of words that he was a boy who was not as good as his sister.

After he fell ill, Cheng Rang gave in to him more or less and didn't refute.

Cheng Rang sent Shang Manyue out of the ward and told her that since it was the weekend tomorrow and he would not be at work, she could sleep in and come back when she was full. She must not have slept well in the past few days since she came back, and the dark circles under her eyes were so big. All turned ugly.

Shang Manyue slapped him on the forehead, "Give you a chance to reorganize your language!"

"I was wrong, my sister is the most beautiful, number one in the world!"

At this time, the phone dinged.

Shang Manyue took out her mobile phone and saw a message from Huo Jingbo: [Let's have dinner together, you still owe me a candlelight dinner. 】

She frowned slightly.

The phone was suddenly taken away, and Cheng Rang's face turned grim, "Sister, you won't... still have lingering feelings for this scumbag, right?"

He had always supported Shang Manyue and his idol Gu Xianzhi. He never expected that his sister had only been back for a few days and that Huo Scumbag would come over again after smelling her smell.

After all, his sister had been madly in love with Huo scumbag before, and he was worried that she would be carried away by the scumbag's sweet words again.

"Don't think blindly."

When Shang Manyue got her phone back, she didn't explain much, fearing that Cheng Rang would be as impulsive as before.

And Huo Jingbo crushing them to death was as easy as crushing an ant to death.

The matter between her and the dog man must not affect her family.

"Okay, go back and guard your uncle, I'm leaving."

Cheng Rang looked at Shang Manyue's leaving figure and frowned into a small peak.

Should he do something...

...

Shang Manyue got into a taxi, and the driver asked her, "Guest, where are you going?"

She originally wanted to say the address of Cheng Zhai, but when the words came to her lips, it still changed to Full Moon Bay.

In about an hour and a half, the car arrived.

She got out of the car and stood at the door, looking up at the luxurious villa in front of her, which held many memories for her.

Sweet and bitter, bitter and resentful, desperate and angry.

Those emotions that she thought had faded away, but when she stood here again, they unknowingly became so clear and profound.

She suddenly felt uncomfortable even breathing.

The heavy carved wooden door suddenly opened slowly, and a servant came out and shouted respectfully, "Madam, you are back."

Shang Manyue recognized her. She had been serving in the old house before. It was probably because Aunt Chen left and another old man was brought in to take care of Huo Jingbo.

She only corrected lightly, "You can call me Miss Shang, I am no longer Mrs. Huo."

The servant was visibly shocked.

Are the husband and wife divorced? When did it happen? I never heard Mr. mention it...

Shang Manyue didn't notice anything strange about her, and she walked in directly.

The decoration and furnishings in the villa are the same as three years ago, without any changes.

In a daze, it seemed as if she had just left the door.

Huo Jingbo poked his head out of the kitchen, saw Shang Manyue, and said in a very natural tone, "There is only one dish left. It will be ready soon. You sit down first."

Shang Manyue looked at him.

He used to be a gentleman and stayed away from the kitchen, but now he is wearing a suit and an apron. The hand he is signing documents is holding a spatula while cooking. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms, and he is stirring the pot...

She froze.

This was different from the negotiation she had imagined, and she didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling.

The last dish was brought to the table. Huo Jingbo took off his apron and arranged it a little. Perhaps there was a touch of fireworks on his body, which melted the cold and sharp aura on his body, making him look a little approachable and manly.

He pulled out a chair for Shang Manyue in a gentlemanly manner, "Sit down."

Shang Manyue looked at him lightly and finally sat down.

Huo Jingbo sat across from her. Although it was a candlelight dinner, the dishes on the table were not Western food. They were all her favorite Chinese dishes.

The man picked up the sobered red wine and poured two glasses.

"In the past few years, I have learned to cook some of your favorite dishes, and they taste pretty good. You try them and give me an evaluation, okay?"

As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, and put it into her bowl.

Shang didn't move after the full moon.

She didn't really come here to have a dinner date.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Mr. Huo, I don't understand what you mean? Let's get straight to the point."

There is no need to even reminisce about the past between ex-husbands and ex-wives.

Huo Jingbo's dark eyes were dark. He put his elbows on the table, clasped his fingers together, and tapped his forehead.

He seemed a little helpless, "Why are you so impatient? Can't we even finish a good meal between us?"

That dinner three years ago was also one of his regrets.

Shang Manyue twitched the corners of her lips, "Such warmth is not suitable for us."

There was a flash of hurt in the man's eyes.

After a long while, he picked up the goblet and took a sip of red wine. He stared at her deeply and spoke word by word.

"Isn't it obvious what it means for a man to be attentive to a woman?"

His hand crossed the table and found Shang Manyue's hand. He squeezed it tightly regardless of her struggle.

The big hand wraps up the small hand, it fits so well.

"Man Yue, come back to me, okay?"