Chi Huan thought for a while, "There's something wrong. Xiao Gong, I'll come over at noon."
"Okay, I'll convey it to Director Cheng."
After hanging up the phone, Chi Huan went to the tea room to make coffee when he ran into Ning Xiao again.
Ning Xiao saw that she was worried and couldn't help but said: "I think you just can't bear it."
Chi Huan lowered his head and said, "It's nothing."
"The prenuptial agreement is clearly written, and you can get a huge amount of property after divorce,"
Ning Xiao drank an iced American and planned Chi Huan's happy life after the divorce with a serious look on her face: "When the time comes, whether you want to find a young man or a handsome man, it's up to you to be happy. The most important thing is that from now on, I will never Isn’t it nice that you don’t have to worry about making anyone happy anymore?”
Chi Huan laughed and said, "Thank you."
Before returning to the office, Ning Xiao asked her seriously, "Huanhuan, do you think you can save her again?"
Chi Huan took a sip of coffee and said, "Impossible."
All morning, he was either entangled with customers or forwarding product advertisements on WeChat. Chi Huan was a financial consultant and lived like a marketing account.
At noon, Chi Huan turned away several customers and went to Boyu to find Cheng Zhongting without stopping.
Although the two have been married for three years, Chi Huan rarely comes to Boyu. Even if he comes a few times, it is all for banking business. The front desk and the security guard let her go, not because they knew she was Mrs. Cheng, but because of the bank badge on her chest and the work pass in her hand.
When Chi Huan entered the elevator, Cheng Zhongting was standing in front of the office window listening to Gong Jie's work report.
The man in a handmade custom-made suit stands with his back to the front door. He is tall and slender, with smooth shoulders and back. His two straight and well-proportioned legs are wrapped in fine trousers fabric. He holds a half-burnt penis between his beautiful knuckled fingers. cigarette.
When Gong Jie was talking to him, he raised his chin slightly, looking at the clouds in the distance and thinking about something. His posture showed that the superior was unattainable.
Chi Huan knocked on the door and entered. Gong Jie politely called his wife and left without disturbing the two of them. After asking for instructions from Cheng Zhongting, he went out.
"What's up?"
Cheng Zhongting turned around and looked at Chi Huan from a not too far distance away.
Whether it was because he was too tall or for some other reason, Chi Huan felt like he was looking down on her every time she faced him.
Chi Huan nodded: "Well, there is something wrong."
Cheng Zhongting raised his lips and smiled. He put the half of the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff. He narrowed his eyes and said, "I remember you had something to say last night."
Thinking of last night, Chi Huan's cheeks inevitably turned red, and she felt ashamed of those pleasant sensations that were unspeakable but had to be admitted. Moreover, Cheng Zhongting's tone sounded a bit silly to her, reminding her of all kinds of bad things.
She had rehearsed her words for divorcing him many times in the past few days. Just as she was about to speak, Cheng Zhongting suddenly walked to the executive desk and put out his cigarette. He looked at her again and said, "If you have anything to say later, Feng Zhongting Madam, I’m waiting for me in the restaurant. When you come, we’ll have a meal together.”
"..." What a coincidence!
Seeing her frown, Cheng Zhongting said, "Don't want to?"
Chi Huan cleared his throat: "No."
The two walked out of the vice director's office one after another. There were many employees in the open office area outside, and no one could tell that they were a legal couple. Chi Huan thought that this would be a good idea, so as not to become an abandoned wife of a wealthy family in the eyes of the public after getting divorced, and become a topic of conversation for everyone after dinner.
The elevator is exclusive, and there are only two of us in the car.
Being so close, Chi Huan could clearly smell the faint fragrance of Cheng Zhongting. It was a perfume that had been discontinued. Cheng Zhongting did not use perfume. This smell should not belong to him.
Chi Huan lowered his head, pursed his pink lips, and slightly clenched the palms hanging on his sides.
The divorce is finalized!
In the metal mirror, her detached look looked childish and ridiculous in Cheng Zhongting's eyes. In retrospect, ever since he and Ye Jinhua frequently appeared on hot searches, his little sweet wife began to become restless. Not only was she uncooperative at home, she was also not very good in bed.
I bit him last night as if to vent my hatred.
Cheng Zhongting stared at her calmly, his eyes full of the ease with which he could control her.
Arrived at the restaurant.
Cheng Zhongting walked in front, and Chi Huan followed behind. Along the way, the bank uniform she was wearing was very eye-catching in this high-end Western restaurant.
Feng Yulu frowned when she saw it. Chi Huan was scolded by her as soon as she sat down: "You and Zhong Ting don't pay attention to your personal image. Are you afraid of losing value when you dress like this?"
In the past, Chi Huan didn't want to argue with her and just replied "Oh".
Today, I don’t know which nerve I picked up, but I couldn’t help but talk back to her: “The clothes are elegant and decent, I don’t feel the price has dropped. And no one outside knows that I am Mrs. Cheng.”
Cheng Zhongting sat next to her and did not join the conversation between his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, or was not on the same channel as them. He took out his mobile phone and answered the call: "It's in the restaurant opposite. Come and talk."
Feng Yulu was still admonishing Chi Huan, and her words were full of disgust and contempt for Chi Huan, while Cheng Zhongting used his mobile phone to handle official business throughout the whole process, either making calls or answering messages. Chi Huan didn't know if he didn't hear his mother slandering her, or if he simply acquiesced.
There are many colleagues around me who have been married, many of whom have been married. When we chatted about their families after work, everyone came to the conclusion: your husband's attitude towards you determines your husband's family's attitude towards you.
So Chi Huan felt that Ms. Feng's picky attitude towards her for three years was because she knew that her son didn't care about this wife at all.
While eating the food, my vision was blurred for some reason.
