Ex-wife Won't Remarry

The black Cadillac raced across the road like a leopard. With a rapid brake sound, it stopped steadily in the parking space in front of the airport.

"Mr. Fu!" Uncle Fang got out of the car, bypassed the front of the car, stretched out his hand to open the door, and looked as correct and rigorous as ever.

Fu Junhao nodded, got out of the car along with his action, squinted slightly at the airport with the door open, then nodded faintly. They arrived at the airport exit all the way. Soon, Du Ruo, dressed as a Chanel princess, came from the channel like a weak willow breeze.

Fu Junhao narrowed his eyes slightly. A sharp flash flashed across the dark fundus of his eyes and nodded to Uncle Fang without trace. Uncle Fang understood, took a step at his feet, greeted him, and stretched out his hand to accept the salute in Du ruo's hand.

"Thank you!" Du Ruo smiled gratefully at him and glanced around expectantly. When he saw the figure of Ma Junting not far behind him, a strong surprise and smile flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly trotted over, stopped in front of Fu Junhao, stroked his chest for a little breath, looked up and smiled, "Jun Hao, you've come to pick me up? I miss you so much!"

Fu Junhao's eyes flickered and changed rapidly. A few seconds later, the corners of his lips raised slightly. His smile was elegant and sad, but he just whispered, "Hmm!"

If Du Ruo didn't feel anything different from him, he would put his hand on his arm, "let's go home?"

Fu Junhao raised his hand without trace, avoided her extended hand, directly rubbed her hair, "let's go!"

Duruo's arm stiffened for a few seconds, looked at him suspiciously, saw that he was nothing different, his eyes flashed for a few seconds, smiled softly, and walked out along his steps.

Uncle Fang, who had been silent and followed behind them, looked at them. A trace of confusion flashed through his eyes. He could feel that President Fu seemed more alienated from Miss Du!

……

Du Ruo thought they would go straight back to Fu's house, but he didn't expect Fu Junhao to take her directly back to the company. Facing full of questions and the strange eyes of Fu's employees along the way, he went straight into the office.

He glanced nervously at Fu Junhao, who looked slightly indifferent behind the desk. Du Ruo settled down and shouted, "Jun hao?"

Fu Junhao tapped the fingertips of the table, and then looked up at her quietly. His voice was low and gentle, but he couldn't hear joy and anger. "Xiao Ruo, how's your body?"

Du Ruo was stunned and nodded incomprehensibly, "well, although asthma can't be cured, other symptoms are basically well. The doctor said that it's OK to have a good conditioning in the future!"

Fu Junhao nodded, his eyes flashed, looked up and stared at her, "is it?"

Looking at his dark, bottomless eyes, Du ruo's heart jumped inexplicably and asked tentatively, "what's the matter, Jun hao? What's the problem?"

Fu Junhao's pupils shrunk slightly. A few seconds later, he hooked his lips and said with a smile, "it's okay, it's okay!" he stopped. The smile on his lips suddenly became a bit fierce, "did you talk to Mo LAN during your stay in the United States?"

Du Ruo shook his heart and stared at him. Did he... Know anything?

"Jun Hao, what do you... Want to say?" she asked carefully.

Fu Junhao smiled coldly, "she is really good to you. It's disgusting!"

Du ruo's pupils suddenly shrunk and then widened his eyes. After a few seconds of surprise, he looked at him incredulously. His eyes were full of sadness. He wanted to cry and said, "Jun Hao, what are you trying to say? Aunt Mo took special care of me only because of my mother. Don't I even have the qualification to let others treat me well?"

Fu Junhao did not comfort her as carefully as before, but stared at her quietly. His eyes were as deep as a deep pool. He was so quiet and dark that Du Ruo was inexplicably cold all over. Finally, I don't know how long later, his low voice sounded again in his ears. It was cold and deep and frightening, "you can ask her these questions yourself!"

Then he bent his fingers and knocked on the desktop. While the crisp impact fell, the door of the office slowly opened. Uncle Fang slowly came in, followed by Mo LAN with indifferent eyes.

"Fu Zong!" Uncle Fang looked at Du Ruo and nodded to Fu Junhao.

Du Ruo was shocked, forced down the trembling feeling at the tip of his heart, and looked at Fu Junhao in confusion.

Fu Junhao took a faint look at her, suddenly got up, took uncle Fang straight out of the office, left a quiet and cold word behind, "you have a good chat!"

Bang! The sound of the office door closing hit Du ruo's heart like thunder. Her body suddenly stiffened. She reacted, rushed to Mo LAN, lowered her voice and said coldly, "what's the matter?"

Mo LAN glanced at her faintly, and the hatred at the bottom of her eyes flashed. A few seconds later, she hooked her lips. Her smile was cold, but her voice was gentle and amiable. She stretched out her hand to fondle her hair, "Xiao Ruo, let aunt Mo have a good look. How are you?"

Du Ruo looked at her contradictory appearance and stood up all over for a moment. He only felt thrilled. He leaned close to her ear and hissed, "what the hell are you doing?"

Mo Lan's action seemed stiff, and then a gentle voice sounded in his ear, "don't worry, everything is in your plan, my handle is in your hand, how can you not do it?"

Listening to the sarcastic words, Du ruo's eyes flashed, frowned slightly, pushed her away a little, looked at her awe inspiring eyes, felt a little uneasy, hooked his lips, a few seconds later, his smile disappeared, and cried anxiously, "aunt Mo, what did you say to Jun hao?"

Looking at the pride in her eyes, Mo LAN mocked in her heart, but her face remained unchanged and her voice remained gentle. "Xiao Ruo, aunt Mo is also for you. I just want to fulfill your wish..."

Duro, your good days are coming to an end!

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Outside the office, uncle Fang looked at the man standing with his hands behind him outside the window. From time to time, he glanced at the closed office door. He was full of questions. Mrs. Mo and miss Du had been in for more than an hour. President Fu seemed to know something. What happened? Do you want to tell the old man about it?

When he was struggling, the door of the office creaked and was opened at a very fast speed. Then he saw Mo LAN come out. There was still some anger on his face, but his eyes were cold and dark.

"Madam!" Uncle Fang lowered his head slightly.

Mo LAN nodded and looked at the people standing by the window. Fu Junhao turned and glanced at her. Mo Lan's pupils shrank slightly, shook his head almost imperceptibly, and turned and walked towards the elevator entrance.

Fu Junhao's eyes sank, clenched his fist and entered the office expressionless.

Uncle Fang looked at them inexplicably, reached out to close the door of the office, hesitated for a moment, took out his mobile phone, dialed the number, turned and left.

Fu Junhao entered the office and took a look at Du Ruo, who was numb on the sofa. His eyes were black. He sat down directly behind the desk. He didn't look at her anymore and didn't speak. He just bent his fingers and gently knocked on the desktop. His crisp voice was very rhythmic and contained a trace of depression.

Du ruo's eyelashes trembled, his face was pale, and his tears fell down. He looked at Fu Junhao weakly, moved his lips, and sent out a few bytes for a long time, "Jun Hao, I'm... Sorry..."

Fu Junhao's fingertips suddenly stagnated, his eyes flashed blood, and he still didn't speak.

Du Ruo shed more tears and hurriedly explained, "I really don't know... Aunt mo... It's all my fault. I'm sorry..."

"Bang!" with a loud noise, Fu Junhao reached out and waved, filling the table with things

All hit the ground, fragmented.

Du Ruo looked at him as black as the pupil of the deep sea, his face became more pale, his lips trembled and couldn't speak, but his heart became more and more relieved. It seems that Mo Lan's words are true. He just thought that the poison of Mu Xi's words was mo Lan's Revenge, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry!

"Jun... Jun Hao, I know aunt Mo is too much, but... She just wants me to be good..." she trembled at the thought.

"Really?" Fu Junhao coldly interrupted her. "I think she deliberately retaliated against me because of my mother?"

As soon as these words fell, Du Ruo was completely relieved, his face was pale, muttered his lips, and asked, "Xi Yan... Is she okay?"

Fu Junhao's eyes were very cold and stared at her fiercely. He calmed down for a long time. He was a little tired and said, "she... Not very good..."

Du ruo's eyes flashed a smile. A few seconds later, she got up, stumbled in front of him and sobbed, "Jun... Jun Hao, why don't we pretend to promise her?"

Fu Junhao suddenly looked up and stared at her. His eyes were deep and unpredictable. It was this weak and innocent appearance that deceived him for so many years

Thinking of this, his heart rolled with bursts of anger, and the feeling of being betrayed was magnified indefinitely! But most of them despise themselves. It's unbearable that they don't know people clearly and have no eyes, so that the people they love most will be tortured by these inhuman people. The most damn people are actually themselves

Feeling the anger rising from him, Du Ruoqiang pressed the trembling in his heart and continued, "don't worry, we're just pretending. As long as we deceive aunt Mo and ask her to hand over the antidote, Xi Yan... Or Fu's daughter-in-law or... Your wife, what's not between us..."

At this point, she seemed unable to speak any more. She sobbed and couldn't stop her tears.

Fu Junhao's eyes were slightly deep. A few seconds later, the bottom of his eyes seemed to flash guilt. He whispered in a dark and dumb voice for a long time, "Xiao Ruo..."

"It doesn't matter, I don't matter, I just..." Du Ruo directly interrupted him, covered his mouth and turned around, sobbing uncontrollably.

Fu Junhao looked at her shaking shoulders with deep eyes. The blood color in the fundus of his eyes was diffuse, and the phalanges were white.