Mr. Lu, how about divorce today?

"Does it matter?" Yue Zhao asked, "that's never a problem."

She said with a smile, "I can make up whatever you want to hear."

Bandit Lu recognized that she was stabbing him with what he had just said.

The bandit turned over the document quickly.

"Pen." He ordered.

Le Zhao hooked his lips and signed the divorce agreement. This person is the president's style.

She took the pen out of her bag and handed it to her.

Lu didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, so he held her hand directly. The man's big hand covers the woman's soft and white little hand, which has a wonderful and strong impact.

Le Zhao didn't struggle, but his heart beat up suddenly. The blood of the hand he held was surging, and suddenly there was an unspeakable sadness.

I don't know if it belongs to Xinxin or yuezhao.

So when the man grabs her, forcefully clasps her and sucks heavily, Le Zhao does not escape.

She had no way to escape.

The kiss, fierce as if to break her into the abdomen, hot breath burning her, against the table's body slightly shaking. Le Zhao suspected that there was a smell of rust between the lips and teeth, like the smell of blood spread.

She closed her eyes without any response, like a piece of wood.

Is Lu bandit really OK as long as he is happy?

People are greedy.

He has seen her tenderness, how she loves him with all her heart and how she can accept a woman who doesn't respond.

Le Zhao felt the power of violence on her lips suddenly left, just like leaving a storm. How could she be safe? She was sitting here, dressed neatly, but she was already in a mess.

Lu Fei signed his name on the divorce agreement with great solemnity.

Although he was rebellious, he wrote beautiful block letters and silver paintings with iron hooks.

Le Zhao didn't expect that he would let go. She thought she would take time to persuade him. Lu is a smart man. He should know the consequences of not signing this agreement.

Working with smart people doesn't waste words.

It doesn't mean that there will be a chance next time.

Le Zhao put the divorce agreement into the bag: "I won't say thank you. That's what you owe me. You just give it back to me now. "

Lu bandit Wen Yan but hook lips smile, showing the charm of taste.

He can still laugh.

Le Zhao felt goose bumps all over.

In fact, she knew Lu bandit's character. She thought he would be angry.

"You have a grudge." Bandit Lu gazed at Le Zhao. His sharp eyes seemed to penetrate the bottom of people's heart. Will a person who keeps a grudge accept a mother who abandons himself?

Where he couldn't see it, Lu Fei put his hand on his knee, clenched it into a fist, and made an effort to raise his green tendon.

But on the face of it, Lu Fei said quietly: "don't keep grudges, live happily."

Le Zhao was originally smiling, heartless that kind of high smile, but because of Lu bandit's words, his face flawless smile has a crack.

She almost jumped to her feet.

Originally, I wanted to say goodbye to him, but I had something else to say, but because of Lu's words, Le Zhao was repeatedly trampled on the tail.

Those emotions were suddenly stopped, covered with cold, she looked at him coldly.

"I won't hold grudges. You are the past for me. I was forced to marry you at the beginning, but now I'm forcing you to give me freedom. We're even, bandit Lu. "

"But I'd rather you hate me." Lu stood up and looked at each other across the table. For a moment, Le Zhao thought he was going to pull himself into his arms.

She stepped back a few steps.

Lu bandit hung his eyes: "hate is also a kind of memory."

Even hate is better than forget.

"Think more about Xiaobao. He is still young. I'm not going to be a good dad. "

Hearing Lu Fei say this, Le Zhao glared at him: "what? You should tell me that after I divorce you, you will find a new wife and you will have a new family. With a stepfather, there's a stepmother, right? Bandit Lu, are you threatening me

Le Zhao tried to control her emotions, and she said, bandit Lu, how can you be so shameless?

But then he thought, it's just his plan to make her worry and worry.

Lu Fei saw through what she thought. The expression on her face is either like a mask or a look of caution.

He wanted to explain two sentences.

But she left him, why should he explain, let her really leave him at ease?

Lu simply gave up the explanation, and his voice was a little hoarse and low, which seemed like a sigh full of regret: "it's you who make me want to be a good father."Originally, he was just a boring and ruthless tool for making money. God made a joke on him. Then he met her. Then he knew what it was like to be worried and had feelings.

Eve is Adam's rib, so le Zhao is Lu Fei's heart.

Le Zhao didn't expect Lu to say that.

Zheng for a few seconds, Le Zhao turned his head indifferently and left.

Back in a hurry, as if more than a second can not stand.

Lu Fei watched the door close before his eyes.

His heart, as if by life dug out, chest empty, the wind raging reverberate, can not calm down.

In the end, what is the problem, why things will develop to an uncontrollable step.

Lu Fei slowly sat back on the chair and put his hand on the table. It seemed that her body temperature was still there.

They will see each other again. The fierce color slowly floats in the man's eyes.

……

Le Zhao walked faster and faster, and the high-heeled shoes made a series of messy sounds on the smooth ground.

The voice and the sound of her heartbeat are responding.

After getting on the bus, Ni Xiao looks at her with a strange sight. Le Zhao finds that her face is full of tears.

"Your husband is an asshole." Yue Zhao's voice said with hatred.

Ni Xiao starts the car. She can't answer this and doesn't want to.

"I hope you are happy." Ni smile light way, "madam. In fact, dreaming is also a kind of happiness. I just want to have a dream that will never wake up. Even if everyone cheated me, I didn't have a dream or... "

She stopped here and didn't go on.

The man who wants to dream for her has gone abroad.

Ni Xiao holds the steering wheel tightly. Le Jiabao is just a little boy. He's too young.

Le Zhao has cleaned up the tears on her face. She gently presses the paper towel on the corner of her eyes. She looks out of the window: "people who can't dream are not romantic enough, and they won't be disturbed by unreasonable nightmares."

The paper towel was tightly clenched in her hand, and a weak voice said in her heart: your dream has awakened. When you wake up, you have to face the reality.

At this time, the cell phone rings.