"Fu Shiyan, we didn't sign a prenuptial agreement. If I divorce you, how much money will I get?" Jiang Shu held up his face and thought at leisure.
During the Chinese New Year, Fu Shiyan laughed angrily at her, "You are quite good at scheming, Jiang Shu."
She has pitiful eyes.
"Fu's legal team never does business at a loss. You can ask them."
"That's right, you have a legal team." They certainly wouldn't let her take away a penny.
"You seem to be very disappointed. Why, do you want a divorce?" Fu Shiyan sealed the silence with a kiss, as if the kiss wasn't enough.
Jiang Shu was kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe and shook his head repeatedly.
It was during this gap that Fu Shiyan suddenly lost consciousness for a moment. He thought of the divorce agreement he had signed with Jiang's father...
I hope that agreement will never be brought forward.
The day passed peacefully. The couple took Lao Jiang and went to the old house to celebrate the New Year with grandpa.
Grandpa still had some anger on his face, but with so many people together, it was always lively, and the anger quickly disappeared.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, Jiang Shu ran to the yard to set off fireworks, accompanied by Fu Shiyan, who looked at her as if she were the daughter he raised.
With fireworks going off overhead, Fu Shiyan suddenly said: "You can't have a daughter in the future."
Jiang Shu was confused: "Why do you prefer boys over girls?"
"If she looks too much like you, I'm afraid I won't be able to marry her off." In one word, it was already more than twenty years later.
Jiang Shu blushed, stood on tiptoes, and picked off the fireworks debris that fell on his head.
Fu Shiyan heard the sound of her heartbeat, and immediately leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
The kiss under the fireworks lasted for a long time. Finally, Jiang Shu was panting and buried her head in his arms, hearing his magnetic voice saying in her ear: "Jiang Shu, our third year is coming."
Before I knew it, two years had passed.
Jiang Shu also felt like beating a drum.
At this moment, Fu Shiyan's cell phone in his trousers suddenly rang. She took it out for him and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number.
Fu Shiyan lowered his eyes and looked at it. After three seconds, he reached out and picked it up.
He turned sideways, and Jiang Shu was puzzled. He always felt that he seemed to be under psychological pressure.
I don't know what was said on the other end. Fu Shiyan didn't answer for a long time. After a while, he whispered softly, "I understand."
Jiang Shu stepped forward immediately and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"
It's a very strange look, with so many emotions mixed in that it's difficult to distinguish.
Fu Shiyan looked at Jiang Shu almost with nostalgia and forced a smile, "The company has something to deal with temporarily. I may have to give in to Mrs. Fu and go to bed tonight."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Shu breathed a sigh of relief. She thought something big had happened, "Okay, Mrs. Fu approved it."
Fu Shiyan leaned over and gave her a tight hug, "Wait until I come back."
"Be careful on the road."
The man entered the old house, explained to the two elders who were watching the Spring Festival Gala, walked out for a while, and looked back at Jiang Shu.
She stood under the fireworks, warm and moving.
She waved at him.
Only then did Fu Shiyan get in the car.
For some reason, Jiang Shu always felt that he was a little strange, but he couldn't explain why.
She thought, maybe she was overthinking it.
After Fu Shiyan left, Jiang Shu watched TV with her elders for a while. At this moment, her cell phone suddenly rang, and it was from Qingying.
She didn't think much about it, "Happy New Year, Qingying."