Madam Fu, it sounds like she is the ceiling of a woman's life, but in fact, it is just the most superficial layer of Tang Mian's vest!
The more Feng Yan thought about it, the straighter his waist became, and his feminine face showed pride: Hey, this feeling of being sober while everyone else is drunk is so wonderful!
Tang Mian drank the warm water in the cup, put down the cup, and walked to the bathroom, "I will give you the property in my name tomorrow. You can choose one to live in. Don't disturb me in the past two days."
"Yes! Boss!" Feng Yan stood up straight, followed Xiangshi's example and gave a straight salute, and was about to run.
Tang Mian suddenly turned around, with sharp eyes like a newly opened sword, pointing at the mess in the living room, "Here, clean up."
Feng Yan, who was caught, suddenly acted as well-behaved as a chicken, "Yes!"
Changxin Garden.
Song Yuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and placed the divorce agreement signed with Tang Mian's name in front of Fu Liangyuan.
Fu Liangyuan fiddled with the tea sets on the tea table, his expression calm, but the extremely cold air emanating from his whole body still made Song Yuan's legs tremble. A touch of coldness flashed across his cold iceberg face, and his eyes were sharp, "She signed?"
"Signed... signed..."
Fu Liangyuan's hand holding the handle of the teapot paused, then continued to pour tea into the cup, "You didn't ask for anything?"
"What... I didn't say anything." Song Yuan's heart almost rose to his throat.
In such a depressing atmosphere, he didn't dare to mention what Tang Mian said before leaving - they had decided to divorce, so it was right to avoid suspicion!
Signed?
Fu Liangyuan's face was as frosty as he held the document sent by Song Yuan in his hand. At the end was Tang Mianlong's extremely chic name.
Looking at these two words, he could even imagine how happy the man was when he signed.
An inexplicable depression condensed in his chest. Fu Liangyuan looked at the signature, the corners of his lips slowly raised, but his eyes became colder!
Song Yuan felt the pressure getting lower and lower, so he cautiously said, "Master, otherwise..."
Without saying a few words, Song Yuan saw Fu Liangyuan and glanced over with cold eyes.
He took two steps back in fear, and made a gesture of shutting up with a flattering smile on his face.
Fu Liangyuan picked up the phone unhurriedly, and opened his thin lips slightly after waiting for the call on the other end.
"What time is it? It's time for you to come back."
Tang Mian on the other end of the phone was sitting casually on the sofa, with her straight and slender legs folded together, and she was leisurely applying a facial mask.
Listening to the voice coming from the phone, the mask around her eyes showed some wrinkles, and her tone of voice had a little bit of unnoticeable excitement, "We are divorced, my... ex-husband."
Even though they are divorced, do you still want her to return to Changxin Garden?
Don’t even think about it!
Dream on! Dog man!
"Oh? I didn't sign, so it doesn't count."
No signature?
When Tang Mian heard this, he quickly pulled off his mask and threw it into the trash can. His eyes were sharp, like an ice blade being sharpened!
What does he mean? Want to regret it?
Just as she was about to ask a question, another cold voice came from the other side: "Song Yuan is on a business trip, and the documents are with him."
At this moment, Song Yuan on the side pointed at himself but hesitated to speak, "Okay, he is on a business trip and is not worthy to speak."
Depend on!
Tang Mian pursed his lips. This Song Zhazha was so reliable when hanging out with Fu Liangyuan. Why did he slip away at the critical moment?
"You come back now and sign another copy."
"Now?" Tang Mian frowned slightly and raised his hand to look at his watch.
It's already nine o'clock. The journey back takes an hour. After signing, we'll come back. It's already twelve o'clock!