"Miss Song, you must speak responsibly."
Nan Yan's eyes swept across her harmless face with a burning gaze: "So far, there is no evidence to prove that I killed patient Song Likun, and the hospital has also intervened in the investigation. I hope you can Respect yourself and don’t talk nonsense here!”
Song Yihuan's face fell at the rebuke, as if she didn't expect Nan Yan to fight back, and she instantly became a little angry.
Nan Yan thought she would fight back, but she didn't expect that in the next second, she immediately changed her face and spoke with a cry in her voice:
"Miss Gu, I know you don't like me, let alone me appearing next to Ah Jing, but my grandmother did pass away because of this medical accident... Please understand my feelings as a family member and don't target me again. Already..."
Her pitiful voice and even her expression made her shed a few tears.
As Song Yihuan spoke, she stretched out her hand towards Nan Yan, as if to grab her wrist.
The latter's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly, and he took a step back, putting some distance between the two of them.
"Miss Song, I don't know what tricks you are playing again, but what I want to warn you is, don't provoke me again. With your current status, if you continue to make trouble, it will only embarrass the Lu family."
By the time he finished speaking, the elevator had already reached the negative floor.
Nan Yan walked out directly. Fortunately, Song Yihuan did not follow him this time.
But what she didn't see was that in the elevator, Song Yihuan turned off the recording on her phone, and a vicious smile appeared on her beautiful face...
It wasn't until she put the things in the trunk of the car that Nan Yan exhaled a breath of thick air.
By now, she had decided to divorce Lu Huaijing, but before that, she needed to take her belongings away from their marital room.
Although Lu Huaijing didn't go back often, she still wanted to avoid the two of them meeting as much as possible.
With this in mind, Nan Yan drove back to Lu Zhai.
She doesn't have many things, and many of her clothes are custom-made by Lu Huaijing.
Luxury bags alone take up an entire wall of the cloakroom.
Nan Yan doesn't like dressing up, not to mention that the job of a doctor is not suitable for showing off every day.
Therefore, she has never touched these things, let alone taken them away.
After putting her own things into the box, Nan Yan paused as she stretched out her hand towards the sink.
On it were the couple's supplies she carefully prepared, including black and white toothbrushes and cups. Although Lu Huaijing never noticed it, she still took her share.
Throw it directly into the trash can.
Since we are about to get divorced, there is no need to carry these things with us.
After packing everything, Nan Yan looked back at the place where she had lived for three years.
All traces of her have been wiped away, as if she had never been there.
She smiled bitterly, put the divorce agreement on the coffee table, and left dragging the box.
Before her marriage, Nanyan bought a duplex apartment in the city center, but because the apartment had not been handed over at that time, she did not rent it out for the time being.
But when they arrived at the door of the apartment, Nan Yan discovered that the key had been delivered to Gu's house by the housekeeper.
"I'm really sorry, Miss Gu, because you haven't come to collect the room before, so we contacted your family and took the key." The housekeeper replied apologetically: "I'm sorry, Miss Gu, for the inconvenience caused to you. "
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yan pressed his aching forehead. Seeing that it was getting late, he had no choice but to find a hotel to stay.
After all, with her current condition, going to Gu's house would only make her more worried.
It's night, Lu Zhai.
Lu Huaijing just walked in and saw Zhou's mother who was preparing dinner. A hint of surprise flashed in his deep eyes.
"Where's Gu Nanyan?"
He asked coldly.
Zhou's mother shook her head and said in confusion: "Sir, I don't know. It was my wife who called me this afternoon and asked me to come back to prepare dinner."
In the past, my wife had always taken care of my husband's daily life, and she would only come over when he was too busy.
The cold man obviously did not expect such a result. He just thought that the woman was playing tricks again, so he nodded indifferently and went straight upstairs.
Loosening his tie with one hand, Lu Huaijing subconsciously reached out to grab the bathrobe hanging by the door, but was surprised to see that there was only one solitary one on the shelf.
The big hand with clear joints paused, seeming a little uncomfortable.
In the past, it was that woman who took care of everything, and even replaced everything with a couple's belongings in a serious manner.
So, is she using this method to vent her dissatisfaction?
His eyebrows were knitted into a knot, and even Lu Huaijing himself didn't know why an unsatisfactory feeling rose up in his heart for no reason.
However, this dark and unclear emotion was infinitely amplified when he saw the empty bathroom.
Lu Huaijing opened the cabinet, only to find that the cabinet previously filled with bottles and cans was empty.
Even the pairs of towels and toothbrushes have disappeared.
Only his things were lying alone on the shelf.
Gu Nanyan, what on earth are you making?
Lu Huaijing's anger grew even stronger. He kicked over the trash can, but half of the remaining contents rolled out.
He was startled for a moment, his face suddenly turned cold, and he immediately turned around and walked towards the locker room.
When he opened the cabinet door, some of the ordinary clothes inside were gone, but not a single one of those priceless haute couture items had been touched.
Lu Huaijing seemed not to give up and turned on the light in the cabinet again.
The cloakroom was instantly as bright as day.
All the limited-edition bags are quietly sitting in the display window, and no one is missing.
With a layer of evil fire suddenly rising in his heart, Lu Huaijing tore off his tie, the aura around him became sharp, and he came downstairs like wind under his feet.
At this time, Zhou's mother seemed to be very anxious. When she saw Lu Huaijing walking down angrily, she quickly stepped forward.
"Sir, I just cleaned the living room and found this on the table..."
Zhou Ma's face was filled with worry as she handed a document into Lu Huaijing's hands.
He took it with a dark face, only to see four bold letters written in black and white on it: "Divorce Agreement."
So, this is the only thing left by Gu Nanyan? !
Lu Huaijing stared at the divorce agreement, and even the final property page had a line written in Juanxiu's handwriting:
I, Gu Nanyan, voluntarily give up all marital property, and hereby sign my signature as a reminder.
The agreement ended with her signature, as delicate and serious as ever.
Gu, Nan, Yan!
"She can't wait that much?!"
Lu Huaijing's voice was tainted with cold anger, and his big hands tightened suddenly, directly squeezing the divorce agreement into a ball.
But these words had no beginning and no end, which made Zhou Ma even more unable to react.
She didn't know why, but she said anxiously: "Sir, what is going on? Why does the wife want a divorce?"
