After hearing Han Jiangxue's method of fake divorce, Zhang Ruoyu was dumbfounded.
Divorce or fake divorce.
Is it going to be done so that the whole city knows about it?
Did the Han family's money really come from the strong wind?
"Domestic violence only occurs zero times and countless times." Han Jiangxue's pretty face tightened, as if she was really being abused, and she said in a trembling voice. "I can forgive you for quarreling, but you can't hit me!"
Zhang Ruoyu fell into deep thought.
After a long while, he raised his eyes and looked at Han Jiangxue: "If you do this, won't my image be completely ruined? How can I gain a foothold in Binhai in the future?"
"Then let's put it another way?" Han Jiangxue seemed to see hope and said reasonably. "Let's say that you can't stand the humiliation and the Han family's isolation, exclusion, humiliation, and trampling on you. In a rage, you decided to leave the house!"
"Then your image is ruined." Zhang Ruoyu frowned.
"I'm already notorious in Binhai, so it doesn't matter." Han Jiangxue said calmly.
Her beautiful eyes glanced at Zhang Ruoyu from time to time.
"Let me think about it."
Zhang Ruoyu poured another glass of water.
The purpose of the divorce is to keep distance from Mr. Han.
Whether it is a real divorce or a fake divorce is beyond Zhang Ruoyu's consideration.
Moreover, if everyone really knows about the divorce, even though he will destroy his image, he can tell the world that this snake and scorpion queen has nothing to do with him, Zhang Ruoyu.
Zhang Ruoyu frowned and thought for a long time, then asked hesitantly: "If we get a fake divorce, do we still need to live together?"
"Nonsense." Han Jiangxue raised an eyebrow. "We are divorced. Of course we have to live separately. Otherwise, what will people think of me?"
"Can I still work at Junsheng?" Zhang Ruoyu asked.
But the mood is strange.
Divorce is just two words and a concept.
But divorce means living separately in the future and keeping a complete distance.
Especially in front of outsiders, we should be like life and death enemies.
It sounds easy to say and seems fun, but to do it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
That’s why the old saying goes, it’s better to destroy ten temples than destroy a single marriage.
"That's up to you." Han Jiangxue blinked, feeling a little bullied.
If we don't live together, we have fewer opportunities to meet.
If you still don't work at Junsheng, what's the difference between that and a real divorce?
"I personally recommend continuing to work in Junsheng, otherwise outsiders will think that our Han family is ruthless." Han Jiangxue said cautiously.
"I guess not?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned. "I abused you domestically, and the Han family still asked me to work in Junsheng. It seems unreasonable."
"Ah?" Han Jiangxue said in surprise. "You want to use domestic violence to fake a divorce?"
"Nonsense." Brother Zhang glared at Xuebao. "It's a fake divorce anyway. How can I still suffer this disadvantage?"
"Just those guys from your Han family said that they humiliated me, ruined me, and trampled on me. I have no sense of involvement at all, and I can't get into the drama." Zhang Ruoyu pouted.
"Yes." Mr. Han nodded slightly.
My heart suddenly thumped.
This bastard - does this count as agreeing to a fake divorce?
Han Jiangxue's throat was a little choked, her body was tight, and cold sweat broke out on her back.
Even the eye sockets are a little dry.
Mr. Han put on his sunglasses coolly, stood up and said, "I drank too much coffee. I'm going to pee. We'll go over the details later."
Because his heart was racing, Mr. Han was not so particular about his words.
"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu pouted and took out his mobile phone to watch short videos.
The sorrow that lingered between my brows all day and night also dissipated.
Even the air in this cafe feels particularly sweet.
Fake divorce?
Why didn't I think of it myself?
As expected of a top student, his mind works very quickly.
Bang!
Han Jiangxue opened the bathroom door and walked in hastily.
At this moment, Mr. Han was trembling all over, his hands and feet were numb, and his heart was in turmoil.
Han Jiangxue took off her cool sunglasses, her beautiful eyes were already red, and even her throat seemed to be blocked and she was choking.
Turning on the faucet, Mr. Han washed his face vigorously regardless of his appearance, almost wiping off all his makeup.
"Damn! I was scared to death!"
Mr. Han cursed and twitched his nose.
This curse startled a woman who had just walked out of the bathroom, and she looked at Mr. Han as if she was an idiot.
"What are you looking at!?"
Mr. Han glared at the woman, frowned and said, "I was almost dumped by a bitch just now. Can't you vent your emotions?"
When the woman heard this, she curled her lips and said, "With your beauty, what man can't find it? It's useless."
The woman finished cursing and left.
But he was slandering in his heart: This woman must be mentally abnormal, otherwise what man would be willing to dump such a beauty?
"You know shit!"
Mr. Han pouted.
Is Brother Zhang an ordinary man? How many men can train those chest muscles and abdominal muscles?
He can also cook and do housework.
These days, a man who can cook and do housework is the best!
