Marry first, love later: wife, don't divorce

Urging Jingying to come over, looking at her with a headache, she smiled wryly and said, "I delivered it early in the morning. I called you in the morning to turn off the phone. Now that you are here, let's see how to deal with so many flowers."

"Have someone send it to the flower shop, sell it to them at a price lower than what the flower shop buys, and then you can invite the staff of the studio to have a barbecue at night with the money, and I will reward everyone." Ru Yu calmly dealt with it with these flowers.

Cui Jingying took the order, and immediately called two staff members to move all the flowers out. Ruyu looked at the studio that had been restored to its original appearance, and finally let out a long breath, walked in, and used the red card directly. With a snap of his fingers, he threw it into the trash can.

She was thinking about what to draw this afternoon, but she picked up the pen and faced the blank canvas, but she didn't know where to start the pen for a long time. Tear off, crumple up and throw away.

After two hours of tossing like this, she finally threw away the paintbrush in her hand, and then sat down on the sofa, narrowing her eyes slightly. With the red light from her fingers and the white roses that filled the room today, she couldn't calm down at all.

She admitted that it was all the damn matches, the damn blue flames, and the damn white roses that made people look so angry, all of which pulled her back to the place where she shouldn't have been. Memories of the past.

In the past four years, those bits and pieces, those indelible memories have already been integrated into her bone marrow, and they didn't really separate because of the divorce.

She knew that it wasn't Zheng Junji who attracted her at all, because the light in the corridor was very dim last night, and she didn't actually see what Zheng Junji looked like clearly.

However, his movements of striking a match, his posture of lighting a cigarette, especially the movement of holding the flame with his hands, are all very similar to Kim Jong Nam.

She kneaded her forehead with her hands, Kim Jong-nam, that damned man who should be killed and deserved a thousand knives, why is he still in her mind, why can't he get rid of it?

She didn't know how long she had been sitting on the sofa, but the sound of text messages coming from the phone woke her up, she couldn't help but took out the phone from her bag and pressed it: Ruyu, do you want me to pick you up after get off work?

She quickly texted back and refused, saying that she would go back to her father's place after get off work, and anyway, she had to go back and talk to Che Qixuan about her marriage to Lei Zhenyu.

After replying to the text message, she took a sip of the cold coffee and couldn't sit down anymore, so she took her bag and went downstairs, planning to go back to Daddy's house early.

However, when she walked out of the building and just arrived at the parking lot on the road, she suddenly discovered that there was a Ferrari convertible sports car parked next to her car, and Zheng Junji was leaning on the door of the sports car at this time, wearing a simple casual shirt and a well-fitting shirt. Jeans, with a wicked smile on his face, the whole thing melts into a cold second.

Even though the lights were dim last night, I couldn't see Zheng Junji clearly, but when I saw this man today, I still knew that it was the same Zheng Junji from last night, but looking at this Zheng Junji today, he looks very young, about 25 years old.

Ruyu directly ignored his existence, and directly pressed the key to open the direct door to get in the car. Zheng Junji immediately ran over, grabbed her sleeve with his hand, and shouted like a child: " Ruyu, I invite you to dinner."