Scumbag regrets after divorce

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Yi Huajin arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau on time.

As soon as he stopped at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, he heard a loud noise.

"Damn, this car!! Lautz Royce Platinum Limited Edition!!! The world is limited to 100 cars, and it can be seen in China!!!"

"The owner of the car must be a billionaire. Is he here to get married? Who is so lucky to marry such a rich man?"

"Then who knows! Take a picture, take a picture, I want to post it on Moments to show off!!"

Hearing these exaggerated exclamations, Yi Huajin just pushed the car door and got out of the car. Leaning against the car door, she lit a cigarette with her long hair on her forehead, and her earrings slid off to one side, making a jingling sound.

Of course these voices were not talking about him, his broken car was worthless at all.

But in front of him, there was a very eye-catching luxury car glowing with silver light.

There are countless luxury cars under Feng Ling's name, but this one is the rarest one. There are only 100 cars in the world.

He bought it just for collection, because it was too ostentatious to open it, so he had never opened it before, and it turned out to be so exciting when he came to divorce.

People in their thirties are as childish as three years old.

A handsome man with sunglasses quickly got out of the car. Yi Huajin was smoking a cigarette and looked at that figure, but he didn't expect that besides Feng Ling, there was another figure getting out of the car as the co-pilot.

It's An Ruixuan.

Yi Huajin instantly understood that the co-author wanted to get away from her, so she hurriedly obtained the certificate from the owner, it was really urgent.

They were still wearing couple outfits, Fengling was wearing a slim black handmade suit, while An Ruixuan was wearing the same style of white as him.

It seems that they not only need to get the certificate, but also want to hold the wedding on the spot.

No wonder you drive such an attractive car.

After Yi Huajin smoked one, he quickly walked towards the Civil Affairs Bureau. He happened to meet Feng Ling at the door, and he smiled at Feng Ling: "Congratulations to Feng Ling for being three years old, and finally driving this cool car out of the house." , After all, it took hundreds of millions of dollars not to waste it at one time.”

Feng Ling was still wearing sunglasses, only showing his perfect chin, and very deliberately put his arms around An Ruixuan's narrow shoulders: "Yi Huajin, remind you again, don't regret getting divorced."

"What do I regret? Regret that I didn't share more of your property?"

"Are you really going to leave the house?"

Yi Huajin spread her hands gracefully: "Do you think I can't support myself without you?"

"Okay, we'll see." After Feng Ling finished speaking, he carried An Ruixuan into the hall.

Yi Huajin also followed in, just behind the two of them, and could hear An Ruixuan deliberately telling Feng Ling, "A Ling, when we get the certificate, when will the wedding be held?"

Before Feng Ling could reply, Yi Huajin followed the two of them and said abruptly, "Let's do it on the spot. I have a car and I'm dressed in decent clothes. If I'm not the master of ceremonies, I can also be the best man."

An Ruixuan turned around and gave Yi Huajin a puzzled look: "You...?"

"Don't get me wrong, I don't like this kind of man anymore. Just give it to you if you like it. I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years." Yi Huajin smiled sincerely.

He's not pretending, he really has no waves and no traces in his heart at the moment.

On the contrary, Feng Ling's expression was extremely ugly, and he couldn't even utter a single rebuttal.

An Ruixuan also saw that Feng Ling's face was not looking well, so he didn't speak any more.

There were not many people in the hall for divorce, and Feng Ling had already drawn up the agreement in private, and Yi Huajin signed it after a casual glance. Anyway, he didn't want anything, and it didn't involve property division.

But when he signed and handed it back to Feng Ling, Feng Ling hesitated.

"Sign it, your little wife is waiting for you to get the certificate." Yi Huajin persuaded him as if nothing had happened.

Feng Ling finally grabbed the pen and wrote his name on the divorce agreement.

Yi Huajin took the divorce agreement and the divorce certificate and turned around to leave. She didn't want to stay for a moment, and even looked at the two of them as a waste of time.

Sometimes it is a good thing that the heart is completely dead. There will be no pain or feeling, and it will be free.

……

The hall where the marriage is handled is right next door to the one where the divorce is handled. Feng Ling and An Ruixuan joined hands and stepped into the hall, intending to get the certificate.

In fact, it was mainly An Ruixuan who held Fengling's arm, and held on tightly, but since Fengling signed the divorce agreement, he has not been in a good mood.

As soon as Feng Ling stepped into the hall, he suddenly turned around, looking at the gradually receding figure outside, in a daze.

"A Ling..." An Ruixuan called out to him, shaking his hands in front of his eyes.

Feng Ling ignored him, he clenched his palms tightly, trying to suppress the impulse in his heart.

He wanted to rush out, grab the person who would never look back, and question why he didn't love himself anymore.

why why why why—

Why have I persisted for ten years, why can't I persist for a while longer...

Thinking of this, he still threw An Ruixuan away, and rushed out desperately.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the hall, he heard a desperate cry from behind: "Feng Ling!! You said you loved me, and you loved me for ten years!"

"I divorced for you, and all I've been waiting for is the moment to marry you! But you ran after him...a substitute for me?"

Feng Ling didn't look back, his body froze and he stopped, neither speaking nor responding.

"You...wouldn't like...he...?" An Ruixuan asked hesitantly, his voice was as thin as a gossamer, and even the ending could not be heard.

Feng Ling still didn't speak, but retreated silently, returned to An Ruixuan's side, and found that he was crying.

"Don't cry." He comforted softly, raised his finger and gently wiped the tears on An Ruixuan's face: "Why, I have no feelings for him..."

An Ruixuan hugged his broad back, but only choked up.

"I...wouldn't like him, but get married...give me some time." Feng Ling still said the same.

An Ruixuan didn't force him, but nodded quietly in his arms.

He didn't ask why, and sometimes asking "why" would only humiliate himself.

Feng Ling continued to comfort him: "I just need time to talk to my parents. My father just wants me to go home. I will go back and explain this matter to him."

"Your father probably doesn't like me." An Ruixuan hesitated.

"It's been ten years, and besides, your An family has stopped arguing with him a long time ago. There is no conflict of interest, and he will no longer have any prejudice against you."

"Then I... go back with you?"

Feng Ling smiled softly: "I haven't been home for many years, I'll go back to find out the situation by myself first, and you can come with me when you have the bottom line."

An Ruixuan stopped the tears, and replied obediently: "Okay."

The person in his arms was coaxed so easily, Feng Ling looked at An Ruixuan with a sweet smile, but another person appeared in his mind.

He is rebellious, he is glamorous, he is like a red rose with thorns, relying on his own beauty, he does not know how to restrain his edge.

Feng Ling's eyes fell back on An Ruixuan. The two people who looked alike were obviously very different, but their personalities and tempers were very different.

An Ruixuan is likable, but that person... is really annoying.