The wheelchair is parked in the center of the hall, opposite the sofa, on the simple-style sofa, with long shadows.
Feng Liye sat on it, his handsome face slightly sideways, his expression was very calm, and his eyes were as deep as the pond water.
Sikong Lingge's chest was stuck, and suddenly he had an illusion that Feng Liye knew everything that happened today?
Breathing begins to become unstable.
Sikong Lingge secretly adjusted to calm himself down—
She is telling the truth clearly. She can't panic. If she panics, she will not express many things clearly and will be in a mess.
Not only does it take time to explain, it also makes me feel guilty and make up.
Sikong Lingge shook hands, all in cold sweat.
She thought hard about where to start so that it would not be abrupt.
A silence.
In the air, strange and strange molecules were rushing.
"Sit." After a while, Feng Liye broke the silence.
Sikong Lingge sat down.
"Suddenly, is there anything wrong?" Feng Liye turned his wheelchair and came forward.
Sikong Lingge hadn't figured out where to start, so it was not right to nod, nor was it not right to nod.
"Drink some water first to moisten your throat." Feng Liye poured out a cup of hot tea and handed it to him.
Sikong Lingge took it and took several sips, and finally felt much calmer.
Putting the cup back on the table, Sikong Lingge looked at Feng Liye deeply, and plucked up the courage to speak, "Li Ye, I'll come today..."
Just as he was halfway through, he was interrupted by Feng Liye—
"Are you going to talk to me about canceling the engagement?"
Sikong Lingge's eyes were stunned and disbelief.
At this moment, countless questions flashed through Sikong Lingge's mind—
He knows?
Feng Liye actually knew the purpose of coming today?!
When did he know?
Is it inferred from what happened just now?
impossible.
The sound insulation here is excellent, even if the entire front yard explodes, you can't hear it.
Feng Liye would not have known what happened before.
It must have been said by Mrs. Feng—
Seeing that she was taken away, Mrs. Feng felt that the wedding was definitely going to blow, so she came to tell Feng Liye at the first time.
Sikong Lingge's eyes flashed slightly, and he came to his senses, "How did you know?"
Feng Liye smiled faintly, without answering, went to the desk, took a sealed cowhide bag and handed it to Sikong Lingge.
"What?" Sikong Lingge frowned and his hands were slightly sank.
"Open and take a look."
Sikong Lingge looked at Feng Liye suspiciously and lowered his head to take it apart.
There was nothing too expensive in the file bag, only a few pieces of paper.
Sikong Lingge saw a familiar little red book with sharp eyes.
It was forced by Mrs. Feng to sign the marriage certificate with her name.
In duplicate, all in a kraft paper bag.
Sikong Lingge's body couldn't help but stiffen, not understanding what Feng Liye meant, "This...?"
"I have signed the documents and all the information has been sent to the Civil Affairs Bureau, so things are a little troublesome. Take the certificate first, and you want to tear it or burn it, and deal with it as you like." Feng Liye spoke lightly, his face always maintained.
Smiling, "My current situation is not convenient for me to go out. There are so many reporters around me, so it is impossible to sign Li Ye together."
Sikong Lingge, "..."
He really knew!
"But it doesn't matter. I have asked someone to draft a divorce agreement and signed it. I have someone to say hello to the lawyer. You can go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau to go through the divorce procedures, but they don't