Returning with cubs, ex-husband begged for reunion

"Fu Chenmo is my ex-husband, not my current one. He won't be angry."

In Sheng Nanzhi's tone, there was a bit of certainty and imperceptible loss.

It's just that the atmosphere that was a little lively just now was a bit dull at the moment, and Sheng Nanzhi took the initiative to say, "Why are you so depressed? Please, Fu Chenmo is just Fu Chenmo, and he is not someone special. Don't always mention him later." Just look at me like that."

She held her head stubbornly, "He has no influence on me."

If Su Wanqing didn't know her good friend well enough, she would have almost believed it just by seeing Sheng Nanzhi's expression.

But on the bright side, she still cooperated with Sheng Nanzhi, "That's fine, then you don't have to feel sorry if you accidentally mention him next time."

Sheng Nanzhi looked towards the distance of the beach calmly, "Just choose this place. I didn't dream of the wedding back then. It would be nice if you helped me complete it."

Back then when she married into the Fu family, although the wedding was grand and grand, she had no soul at all. She was like a packaged doll, half-sold and half-gifted into the Fu family.

Su Wanqing clicked her lips: "You can fulfill your own dream by yourself. It's not that you won't get married after divorce. I think that Xu Junyan is pretty good. Take this opportunity to learn more about it."

Sheng Nanzhi quickly waved his hands, "Forget it, Xu Junyan. He is five years younger than me, and I have a child who is almost five years old. This generation gap adds up to almost ten years old. It is not suitable, really not suitable."

Su Wanqing raised her head and smiled, "Your metaphor, and your calculation, can be said to be quite explosive."

Just after the two had chosen the venue, Sheng Nanzhi suddenly received a call from Mr. Fu.

Her heart tightened, and she immediately felt that the old man must have come to check whether she had taken good care of Duomi.

"Grandpa Fu, what's the matter?"

Fortunately, the other party's tone was not too harsh, "It's okay, I just want to invite you over for dinner tomorrow."

Sheng Nanzhi politely refused: "Grandpa, Domi has an interest class tomorrow, so I'm afraid I can't pass."

"Don't bring Domi, just come here. Tomorrow's dinner, around six o'clock."

She froze for a moment, then answered immediately, "Okay, I'll be there on time."

After hanging up the phone, Su Wanqing gossips: "Why does Mr. Fu ask you for dinner? Do you still think you are a good granddaughter-in-law? Let you remarry Fu Chenmo?"

Sheng Nanzhi couldn't bear it anymore, and tugged at Su Wanqing's ear, "Guessing can be unpopular, but not evil!"

"It hurts, it hurts! I won't talk nonsense, I promise, let go, Sheng Nanzhi! If you grab me again, I will become Van Gogh!"

On the way back to the city from the beach, Sheng Nanzhi was drowsy. When passing by the city center, she raised her tired eyes and looked at the commercial district where every inch of land was expensive.

The car drove away from the headquarters of Fu's Group in a hurry, and the tall buildings went straight into the sky.

There is a bit of extravagance in the splendor.

At this time, at the highest level of the headquarters, in the president's office.

Fu Chenmo's brows were tightly frowned, and the tablet standing on the table was ruthlessly thrown to the ground by him.

Lao Zhou hid aside, afraid that the broken tablet would hit him.

He trembled, "Boss Fu, when I asked you this morning, you told me not to tell, so... I didn't tell you."

Fu Chenmo propped his forehead with his hands, his face was gloomy, "Check, go and find out what's going on!"

Lao Zhou didn't dare to be negligent, "Fu, Mr. Fu, I'll go check it out..."