After the flash marriage, the billionaire president eavesdropped on my thoughts

Chu Xing suddenly sneered: "It is true."

It turned out to be just as he thought, profit-driven.

Song Mai was tired after a busy day. She took her pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a good bath.

When Chu Xing came out of the shower, he was still awake, typing on the keyboard of his computer.

"Go to bed early and don't be too stressed. I'll take care of you during this period. Don't worry about it."

The man looked up at her, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"I'm afraid you'll feel bad if I spend your money and go to your parents' house for more meals."

This time it’s 500,000, how much will the man give next time you go on a blind date?

Six hundred thousand? Or more?

You've already started looking for the next buyer, why are you still pretending?

Song Mai frowned, and understood him literally as if he was saying that she went to her parents' house for dinner in order to save money.

But she felt that that was not what he meant.

Forget it, whatever.

It's just a marriage of convenience, why bother about it so much?

Song Mai didn't say anything else and poured himself a cup.

Chu Xing closed the computer, walked to the door and turned off the lights in the living room.

But when I came back, because I couldn't see at all and was unfamiliar with the environment, I tripped over a small piece of raised floor next to the sofa and almost fell.

In the darkness, Song Mai heard him curse softly.

This house is extremely old. Several floors are cracked, and there is a piece of floor next to the sofa that is sticking up. Song Mai tripped over it several times when he first moved in.

But this was not her house after all, and she didn't want to spend money on someone else's house, so she simply ignored it. After a long time, she became familiar with it and could avoid it accurately.

Now it seems that it is still necessary to spend some money.

The man lay with his legs bent on the cramped sofa, which was made of cheap artificial leather and was very stuffy.

As the room was stuffy, Chu Xing started to sweat on his back after lying down for a while.

My clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to my back, which was very uncomfortable.

He turned over, trying to hang the soaked part of his back in the air.

However, he fell to the ground uncontrollably as soon as he moved, and his thigh hit the raised floor, causing him to gasp in pain.

"hiss--"

He cursed inwardly and climbed up while enduring the pain.

The bedding was somewhat soaked by his sweat, and he was in no mood to lie down again.

Chu Xing looked at the woman's tightly closed bedroom door and made up his mind.

He will draft the divorce agreement tomorrow. He doesn't want to stay in this doghouse for even one more day.

I originally thought that this woman was a good person. She could satisfy my grandfather's wish for a year, so I could barely endure it.

After tonight, he felt there was no need to endure it any longer.

The next morning, when Song Mai got up, he found that Chu Xing had left.

The two eggs in the glass cover of the egg boiler were still placed there safely.

After Song Mai washed up and changed his clothes, he looked at the raised floor beside the sofa and was stunned for a few seconds before pushing the door and leaving.

In the president's office.

The first thing he did after the morning meeting was to pick up his cell phone, find a number in the address book and dial it.

The call was quickly picked up, and before the other party could speak, Chu Xing spoke first:

"Please help me draw up a divorce agreement and send it to my office before leaving get off work."

In the evening, Song Mai got home from get off work and sent a message to Chu Xing asking him whether he would come home for dinner, but he never replied.

She hesitated for a moment and finally cooked for two people.

But he didn't come back until the food got cold, until she had spread the carpet she had bought at great expense next to the sofa, until she had taken a shower and lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Chu Xing originally wanted to come back early to sign the agreement and be done with it, but a problem with a temporary project occurred before leaving get off work and he was delayed.

Thinking that she might be asleep and the agreement couldn't be signed, he still came with the mentality of leaving as soon as possible to resolve the issue.

The lights in the living room were on and there was a note on the dining table.

The words on the note were beautiful and elegant: The food is kept warm in the pot, so you can serve yourself if you want to eat.

He walked to the sofa and was about to sit down, when he suddenly discovered that a little yellow duck carpet had been laid on the floor.

It's ugly, and the material looks very low-quality, it looks very cheap, but it's still soft when you step on it.

There was a small fan next to the carpet. The fan cord was a bit short, so she used two power strips to connect it before she could plug the fan into the socket.

Chu Xing's heart suddenly softened.

He took out the divorce agreement, read it again and again, and finally put it back.

He felt somewhat distracted and stared at the carpet in a daze for a long time.

Chu Xing could even imagine her bending over and rushing onto the carpet.

The old fan was squeak-squeaking as it turned. It wasn't cool, and there wasn't much wind, but he didn't seem to feel as depressed as he had last night.

Maybe he misunderstood something, or maybe there was some hidden secret.

She didn't seem to be what he thought she was.

He tossed and turned for a long time that night, until he made up his mind to apologize to her, and then he relaxed and had a light sleep.

"boom!"

The man turned over for the umpteenth time in his sleep and finally fell to the ground.

He subconsciously went to the sofa and touched his phone to check the time.

The light from the phone was a bit blinding, and he looked for a few seconds before he realized it was already half past seven.

The woman in the bedroom, who usually got up at this time, did not move for a long time.

Finally, when it was almost eight o'clock, he couldn't help but knock on the door.

But after knocking a few times, there was no movement in the room.

Just when he thought something had happened to her and was about to kick the door open, a note floated down from the cabinet next to her.

Breakfast is in the pot, working overtime.

His heart suddenly froze.

Chu Xing changed his clothes and hesitated for a moment before going to the kitchen to pick up the only egg left in the egg cooker.

The slender and beautiful hands slowly peeled off the eggshell and put the egg into the mouth.

Just plain boiled eggs, tasteless, just like her.

When Chu Xing went downstairs, the Maybach had been parked at the gate of the neighboring community for quite some time.

He got up late today. Usually, in order to prevent her from finding out, the special assistant would park the car at the gate of the neighboring community at seven o'clock and wait for him.

In the luxury car, the man took a nap with his eyes closed.

After a while, he suddenly spoke slowly: "What does she do for a living?"

The special assistant took a moment to react and realized who he was asking.

"Ms. Song works as a Spanish translator in a translation company."

"Ah."

At the same time, as soon as Song Mai stepped into the company, she heard several people talking about her marriage.

Seeing her coming, several young ladies from the Spanish Department congratulated her on her marriage.

"Maizi, don't forget to give us wedding candy!"

Song Mai slapped the back of her head, she had forgotten about this during her first marriage, and then she smiled.

"It's not ready yet. I'll send it to you first when it's ready."

The receptionist was touching up her makeup with a powder puff. When she heard this, she said with disdain, "Don't send it. After all, your husband doesn't have much money. I'm afraid your family won't be able to make ends meet after you send it! Besides, it won't be anything good even if you send it. I can't eat cheap candy."