"Hey -" Behind him, Gu Nianchen called her in a low voice, staring closely at her slender back with a pair of black eyes, and the depth in his eyes became darker and darker: "I said, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me, don't
Don’t accept money from men.”
His overbearing tone was the same as before, and his footsteps stopped abruptly. Cen Zhiqiao stood there, his back stiffening for a while.
If she heard such words three years ago, she would have been ecstatic, but now she would not. Looking at the card being forcibly stuffed into her pocket, she lowered her eyes and said in a bitter voice: "Gu Nianchen, take it.
I don’t care if I get your money back.”
The strong sense of ridicule was directed at herself or Gu Nianchen.
Gu Nianchen's eyes trembled almost undetectably. He lit a cigarette and the lingering white mist rose at his fingertips, gradually blurring her figure in his sight. Gu Nianchen stared at her back and narrowed his eyes again.
.
"No one has been able to refuse the money I gave away."
Cen Zhiqiao was stunned for a moment by the threatening words. She turned around and looked into her bottomless eyes. After looking at each other for a moment, she suddenly smiled, swaying: "Mayor Gu really loves to joke, how could I refuse?
, have you ever seen anyone who has trouble with money."
She stretched out her hand to take the card from his hand, holding the golden card on her fingertips. She waved her wrist deliberately in front of his eyes, "It's really an honor to have such a generous benefactor like you!"
Benefactor?
Gu Nianchen's black eyes tightened, looking at the figure drifting away in front of him, he was stunned there, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
In the next two days, I didn't see that person again. Living so peacefully, the days actually calmed down.
On this day, Cen Zhiqiao chatted with Cen Shanfang all afternoon, and then went to visit Cen Zhiyou in the evening. Compared with Fang Manrou's unreasonableness, Cen Zhiyou seemed much calmer.
This was the first time in so many years that the two sisters had such a face-to-face conversation. There was no disgust, no abuse, just calmness.
When I came out of the police station, it was already past seven o'clock. I remembered that dinner was not yet available, so I bought dinner and planned to take it back to the ward to eat with Cen Shanfang.
During the rush hour after get off work, there was some traffic on the road. The half-hour journey usually took an hour. It was already past eight o'clock when she returned to the hospital. She hurried to the ward. As soon as she arrived at the door, she heard something coming from the ward. Fang Manrou's voice.
"I don't care. Please sign the divorce agreement quickly. I want to divorce you."
Cen Shanfang seemed stunned for a moment, and then said softly: "Manrou, okay, what are you going to do?"
"What's going on well? The Cen Group is gone, and the Cen family's mansion is gone too. How do you want me to be well with you?" Fang Manrou raised her voice.
"What?"
Cen Shanfang on the other end was obviously startled. After sighing, there was no more movement. Cen Zhiqiao panicked and hurriedly opened the door and went in.
"Dad, I'm back."
Cen Shanfang sat there blankly, and after hearing Cen Zhiqiao's movements, he raised his head slightly, "Qiaoqiao, is what your Aunt Fang said true? Cen, is it over?"
He was still wondering why there was no movement after he was released. It turned out that he was waiting for evaluation.
Cen Zhiqiao hurriedly took a step forward: "Dad, don't listen to Aunt Fang's nonsense. It's okay. The Cen family will not be finished. Don't think wildly."
"Humph, this is the so-called Ah Q spirit, right? You really think everyone else is a fool!" Fang Manrou snorted coldly, her smile full of disdain: "Those houses that cut corners and cut corners
You don't know how many there are. If you don't talk about anything else, just say how much you have to pay for compensation. It won't be enough for the entire Cen family..."
To be honest, Cen Zhiqiao really didn't know anything about business matters, but seeing Cen Shanfang's face getting paler after listening to Fang Manrou's words, her heart sank and she hurriedly interrupted: "Aunt Fang, stop talking.
."
"Okay, I won't say anything anymore. As long as he is willing to sign, I will immediately pack up my things and get out without saying anything!" Why didn't I realize before that in addition to the arrogance and nobility in Fang Manrou, she also had a chaotic and ruthless air?
After listening to Cen Zhiqiao's words, not only did he not shut up, but he spoke even more cheerfully: "Old Cen, we have been husband and wife for most of our lives. If you really do it for my own good and sign the contract, I can still take advantage of the fact that Cen's company has not declared bankruptcy."
Take some things with you, otherwise I won’t be able to get anything when I use them all to compensate for the loss of the affordable housing. After following you for most of my life, I can’t let me die with nothing!”
Cen Shanfang's body trembled, and his heart beat suddenly faster. He covered his chest sadly and coughed uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Cen Zhiqiao hurriedly went to pour a glass of water: "Dad, don't get excited. The doctor said you have high blood pressure. The most taboo thing is getting angry."
Cen Shanfang waved his hand, swallowed the water in his mouth, and then calmed down a little. He handed the water glass back to Cen Zhiqiao's hand, and then looked at Fang Manrou: "Manrou, have you really decided?"
"Yes, I decided." Fang Manrou nodded without hesitation.
"What about Youyou? You don't care?"
"Isn't she already fine? Then let her stay in jail and reflect, so that she won't cause trouble."
"Aunt Fang--" Cen Zhiqiao whispered, not believing that Fang Manrou would say such a thing. She held Cen Shanfang firmly with her hand, for fear that he would faint if he got excited.
Cen Shanfang patted the back of her hand and gave her a reassuring smile. Then, he took the divorce agreement from Fang Manrou's hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, I'll sign it, but remember, you can walk out of me
Don’t expect to come back to the Cen family’s door in this life.”
She signed her name and threw it in front of Fang Manrou's eyes. Fang Manrou took it and took a look at it, and then smiled with satisfaction: "It would be better if you signed it earlier, so as not to waste time."
With a arrogant look, Cen Shanfang only glanced at him and turned away, as if he had never met him before.