Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

Si Yun'an spoke in the same eccentric way.

But Lu Qiao didn't care. If he could achieve his goal in the end, it would be nothing to be ridiculed now.

She doesn't mind at all.

However, how could Huo Yan let her wish so easily.

Unexpectedly, Huo Yan did not sign the divorce agreement.

But he had a bad temper today, and his unfinished cigarettes were directly pressed on the thin sheets of paper.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but it happened to be where Lu Qiao signed the signature.

Lu Qiao's name instantly burned to ashes.

There was also a hole in the flat and clean paper, and the surrounding area was burnt yellow from the smoke, so the handwriting could not be seen at all.

Si Yunan didn't expect his reaction, she was startled, and when she realized it, she snatched the paper from under his cigarette butt, and it was destroyed.

She was very angry, "Xiao Yan, what are you doing?"

"I said I wouldn't get a divorce."

Huo Yan's black eyes narrowed Lu Qiao's eyes, "No matter how many divorce agreements you have prepared, I can destroy as many as you have."

Lu Qiao twitched the corners of his mouth, not even a perfunctory smile.

She looked at Huo Yan calmly.

"There are no absolutes in this world, Huo Yan, what you said is too full."

She didn't expect to divorce Huo Yan now.

Just wanted to try it out.

Thinking about it, maybe one time, Huo Yan's conscience will find out, and he is willing to divorce.

But at present, it seems that the conscience that he has fed to the dog has not grown back yet.

Then she had to use some means in the end.

But don't rush, don't rush...

Lu Qiao left a meaningful sentence, didn't stay here any longer, turned and left.

After walking far away, Si Yun'an's unusually dissatisfied voice could still be heard coming from the meeting room.

She didn't listen carefully to what the two of them said, but after thinking about it, she knew that they were nothing more than accusations behind their backs.

When she walked downstairs to Huo's Group and was about to take a taxi, there was a sound of footsteps behind her.

It's so familiar, even if people come and go, all kinds of footsteps are mixed together, she can easily distinguish that person's footsteps from these complicated footsteps.

But she didn't want to see him now, so she pretended not to hear him.

"Lu Qiao."

"Lu Qiao!"

The two voices sounded at the same time and joined together, but the emotions in them were completely different.

Lu Qiao turned her head subconsciously, and saw an angry person walking across the road.

Now the crossroad next to her was still showing a red light, with cars coming and going, she rushed over like desperately.

Lu Qiao raised his eyebrows.

After all, birds of a feather flock together, Wen Ran's friend is as stupid as her.

She doesn't have a long memory at all. When she was sent to a nursing home, she should have known that she was not easy to mess with.

Now that he escaped by luck, he should be a man with his tail between his legs.

But now, it's directly under her nose.

I'm afraid it's because I haven't lived enough in the nursing home, and I still want to live in it for a while.

The gleaming knife in his hand was too obvious in the sun, Lu Qiao had already started to ponder, if a mentally ill patient who had just been released from a nursing home hurt people in the street, would it be enough for her to go in for treatment for a few more years.

Yan Yue rushed over imposingly, and before she could move the knife, a figure sprang out from behind in time, and in the blink of an eye, Yan Yue had already been restrained.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground, his hands were cut behind his back, and he couldn't move anymore.