Fu Yanye smiled evilly and touched the corner of his mouth: "You two must be more anxious than me, right?"
Sheng Xin frowned, and then said with a smile: "I just don't want to waste Mr. Fu's time too much, and indeed, we can afford to wait, and our children are still waiting to register."
"Ah!"
Fu Yanye finally laughed, and when he looked at Zhuo Jian again, his eyes were full of laughter.
Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye with a vague feeling of bad premonition.
But Sheng Xin's words were very clear in his ears. He said: "Mr. Fu please."
Fu Yanye nodded, put his hands naturally in his pockets, turned around and walked a few steps leisurely with his long legs.
Zhuo Jian and Sheng Xin followed him.
Soon, he suddenly stopped.
Sheng Xin and Zhuo Jian also stopped reflexively.
Fu Yanye suddenly turned to look at them again, and then said in a slow voice, "Zhuo Jian."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian took a deep breath and said um inaudibly.
The bad premonition became more and more obvious.
"You really want a divorce, right?"
He walked towards her, looked at her and asked.
"..."
Zhuo Jian held his breath, feeling that the people so close were too dangerous.
She hadn't yet realized what the bad premonition was, but she habitually tolerated it.
She didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, she just looked into his gloomy black eyes, as if facing an abyss.
"You suddenly don't want to leave?"
He laughed, very faintly.
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart was filled with hot blood and he looked at him indifferently.
When Fu Yanye saw her like that, the smile in his eyes even disappeared and became more sinister. Then he glanced at Sheng Xin lightly, walked around them and walked out.
Sheng Xin realized that he was leaving, and no matter where he was, he called out to him loudly and asked: "Mr. Fu, isn't it bad for a grown man to go back on his word?"
"It's not good for a grown man to treat someone like his sister, but then he puts her in bed, right?"
Fu Yanye stopped and turned to look at him, even more mockingly.
"..."
Sheng Xin was speechless.
Fu Yanye saw that he had nothing to say, so he looked at Zhuo Jian coldly and left.
Zhuo Jian regained consciousness, pushed Sheng Xin away and chased after her, "Fu Yanye, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean by finding a man like that to disgust me?"
Fu Yanye asked her coldly.
When did she find someone to disgust him?
It was Sheng Xin who came here on his own.
Zhuo Jian was a little anxious. She turned to look at Sheng Xin, and Sheng Xin also came over.
Zhuo Jian ignored the grudges between them and just stopped him: "You asked me to divorce."
"I said we can't divorce, don't you just want to divorce and marry this man? Let me tell you Zhuo Jian, the only thing I, Fu Yanye, will insist on doing for the rest of my life is to prevent you from getting what you want."
Fu Yanye looked at her with hatred and was about to leave after saying that.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian couldn't stop him, so she could only pull him away.
Fu Yanye looked down at her hand. There were ring marks on her fingers. After reading it, he looked at her coldly: "Let go."
"We are here to get a divorce, not to quarrel."
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
"I let you go."
He had said such indifferent words to a woman before, and he also said it to her in this tone.
Zhuo Jian refused to let go and had a stalemate with him.
Fu Yanye took her wrist and squeezed it hard, "Zhuo Jian, I said I won't let you get what you want."
"I won't marry him."
The pain in Zhuo Jian's wrist was so severe that it felt like the bones were about to be crushed by him, but she wanted a divorce, she wanted to get rid of him, she knew he had mysophobia, and she probably also knew why he suddenly went against his word, so she blurted out this
sentence.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a few seconds, raised his chin slightly, looked at the person behind her, and smiled at Sheng Xin.