Liu Yingluo slowly stopped, unable to take another step forward. There seemed to be thousands of mountains and rivers between him and her.
There was once a rumor about this number one business aristocrat in the imperial capital that once he met Lu Sijue, he would become a lifelong misunderstanding.
I didn't know what the words meant at the time, but now they are the target of the words. It was not until many years later that Liu Yingluo deeply understood the meaning of this sentence.
As if he noticed her gaze, Lu Sijue raised his head in the smoke, and his deep gaze immediately fell on her.
Liu Yingluo could only lift her feet and walk over.
Lu Sijue dropped the half of the cigarette in his hand on the ground and stubbed it out with his shiny black leather shoes. He looked at her and said, "Coming?"
"Yes," Liu Yingluo nodded, "let's go."
She wanted to open the rear door and sit in the back.
But Lu Sijue's deep voice came to his ears, "Sit in front."
Liu Yingluo looked up at him. The man's passenger seat was reserved for his wife. Given their current relationship, it was not suitable to sit in it.
But Lu Sijue had already turned around and got into the driver's seat. He said calmly, "I'm not your driver."
One sentence blocked a thousand words, and Liu Yingluo could only get into the passenger seat.
…
The luxury car sped on the road, and the car was very quiet. Liu Yingluo didn't say anything, and Lu Sijue drove intently.
Getting closer to the Civil Affairs Bureau, Liu Yingluo said, "Have you brought your ID card and household registration book?"
Lu Sijue didn't look at her, he just nodded and snorted, "Yeah."
"Did you bring your marriage certificate too?"
This time Lu Sijue moved, he raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her cold features, "Do you need to bring a marriage certificate for divorce?"
"That's right, you wouldn't...haven't brought it with you, right? I remember...our marriage certificate was placed with you and you put it away."
Lu Sijue faintly curled his thin lips and said with a hint of a smile, "You have a pretty good memory."
"..." Liu Yingluo absolutely didn't believe that he had no other meaning when he said this. Everything he did and every word he said was carefully thought out. No one could play tricks on him.
Liu Yingluo didn't want to pay attention to him, so she turned her head and looked out the window.
At this time, his deep magnetic voice came to my ears, with a bit of a smile, "Are you angry?"
"No."
As soon as Liu Yingluo denied it, his big hand reached out and pinched her cold face, "Don't be angry, okay?"
He patiently coaxed her in a low voice, overflowing with a bit of affection. Liu Yingluo blushed. He still liked to pinch her face and say some unreasonable words to make her angry and then coax her again.
she.
"Don't touch me." Liu Yingluo struggled and pushed his big hand away.
Lu Sijue did not force it. He withdrew his big hand, but looked at the blush on her face and said quietly, "You are blushing."
Liu Yingluo raised her head and looked at the bright car window, which reflected her blushing face at the moment.
"It's been so many years, why do you still blush so easily? You look like a little girl." Lu Sijue was kind of laughing at her.
Liu Yingluo didn't want to talk to him about this topic, but just now his rough fingertips pinched her cheek, and the frosted touch remained on it, exactly like the spring dream she had that night.
"If you don't bring your marriage certificate, then we won't be able to apply for a divorce certificate today," she said.
Lu Sijue frowned and seemed to think for a moment, "That's such a pity. I have already thrown away our divorce certificate and threw it into the trash can."
What?
Liu Yingluo turned her head and looked at him in shock, "You lost your marriage certificate. When did you lose it?"