Jiang Shu looked directly at him: "When you are free, give me the other copy and I will sign it."
"Why don't you listen to me!" Fu Shiyan got angry and smashed the pen on the ground, making a harsh sound, "I will not divorce you from this marriage!"
"Fu Shiyan! What if we don't leave? You will always have a grudge against me in your heart, and you will always be criticized because of me. Fu can't turn the corner. I heard that you want to help Wensu fight for equity. If you don't leave, can you
Has it been done?"
"I'll figure this out!"
"I don't want it." Facing his anger, Jiang Shu shook his head gently. "From the beginning to now, I never thought of becoming a burden to you."
This man, who has always been strong, has never been so fragile. His expression is broken, and the ends of his eyes are slightly bright, slowly falling down to his face. He holds her hand tightly, and his voice is also very soft, "Don't leave me.
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It felt like he was back in the rain when he was a child. Qiao Xia left him and walked away. He ran in the rain and cried bitterly. Such desperate emotions were repeated again.
At that time, Wen Shu saved him, but now there is no one...
Jiang Shu closed her eyes. She had never seen Fu Shiyan look like this. She took out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket and stuffed it into the man's cold hand.
"I hope I can live up to your deep affection for me."
She passed him, holding back her tears, and left Ming Yuan quickly. It was late at night outside, the moonlight was high, and Jiang Shu was running in a hurry at night, feeling completely at a loss.
Fu Shiyan stood there for an unknown amount of time before slowly unfolding the wad of paper.
That is an appraisal.
After the photo came out, Jiang Shu went to the hospital for a checkup. The doctor wrote that she had no signs of sex during this period of time.
In other words, she did not have a relationship with the man in the photo.
Photos are staged.
For a long time, Fu Shiyan was in extreme pain, and he slowly squatted down. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't shout a word, and finally choked silently.
He woke up at six o'clock in the afternoon the next day and was in Mingyuan's living room.
He likes to destroy when he is in pain. Last night, he almost smashed the entire villa. The servants worked very efficiently and quickly cleaned it up like new. Only the TV set that was smashed was missing a piece and was not repaired. Maybe the repairman didn't have time to come over.
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He stared at the missing piece in a daze and looked at the time. How long had he slept? Five hours.
My forehead hurts, my throat hurts, I can't help but want to cough, and the craving for cigarette withdrawal is like a poisonous snake that crawls back unexpectedly, swallowing up all my sanity.
When Aunt Liu saw that he was awake, she brought medicine and soup and put them on the table, "Drink."
Fu Shiyan took it slowly, and after a brief silence, he grabbed it with his hands and poured it all into his stomach. Finally, he lit a cigarette and put it into his thin lips. He did it in one go and had no time to stop it. Aunt Liu frowned at the sight.
She sighed deeply, "I heard that Xiao Shu signed it?"
I don't know how much time passed, but when the sky started to darken outside, Fu Shiyan folded his long legs slightly, and finally spoke, answering the question: "With that divorce agreement, I just want to give Jiang Weiming a sense of security, so that he can rest assured about this."
Marriage, I never thought that one day I would actually use it."
Aunt Liu looked at him.
"Aunt Liu, even after the photos were exposed, I never thought about divorce."
"...I understand that you, kid, will never change what you have believed in since you were a child."
"You know, I really have never loved someone so much. Nor can Wen Shu." Fu Shiyan leaned back on the sofa, his eyes unwavering.