My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

"It's so enjoyable, Wen Lan. But my ears hurt!"

The aquamarine earrings were too big, and Gu Baiou's earlobes had turned red.

"Gu Baiou, your earache is nothing. I can hardly breathe because of this bra."

Wen Lan also paid a price.

After she got into Bu Yufan’s car.

"Miss Wen, are you still holding it? Otherwise, I'll help you take it off."

He really couldn't help but do something intimate with her.

"Mr. Bu, do you really have to help me take it off? Well, I have an appointment to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce certificate at two o'clock. If I take off this outer layer, the one inside will be completely transparent, and it will be obvious to the public. Are you so generous?"

Wen Lan started to unzip herself.

"No, I'm the only one who can see inside you, you naughty little rascal!"

It was the first time that Bu Yufan called her a "little rascal."

Wen Lan turned her head away, looked out the window, and smiled foolishly all the way like a little girl who had just fallen in love.

Wen Lan finally got her divorce certificate.

Wen Lan didn't let Bu Yufan pick her up. On his way to IELTS, he dropped her off at a nearby intersection.

"Divorce is my own business."

"of course."

This is a conversation between the two of them.

When Wen Lan showed up at the Civil Affairs Bureau, both the scumbag husband Song Yinong and other people around who were getting married or divorced all looked at this dazzling woman with a sidelong glance.

Wen Lan today is no longer the same as yesterday.

"Wen Lan, have you found a job?"

Song Yinong saw that she was dressed elegantly, but he didn't know what kind of haute couture it was.

Wen Lan was too lazy to pay attention to him. She took the certificate and took a taxi away.

She also had to go home to change her clothes and pick up her daughter from school.

On the way back, she suddenly realized something.

The highest level of divorce is not hatred, not resentment, not any emotion.

But, she doesn't care, she doesn't care.

Wen Cheng and Xie Qiuyun's trip to Europe will end in three days.

Wen Nuan didn't have any shadow of being kidnapped at all.

This was enough to comfort her.

These days, she goes to work and goes home from get off work as usual, works and takes care of the children as usual.

After her parents returned home from a long journey, she accompanied them to unpack their luggage and open their gifts, and listened patiently to the couple's interesting travel stories.

Such happiness and tranquility made Wen Lan feel deeply moved.

Bu Yufan went on a week-long business trip to Southeast Asia.

The Yas Group intends to build a luxury water villa resort on the island, so he has to go there in person to negotiate with the government.

After being apart for a few days, Wen Lan did not go to the airport to pick him up, nor did she wait for him to come home on the 28th floor.

This made Bu Yufan feel empty.

"Miss Wen, don't you miss me?"

He went home, took a shower, picked up the bottle of her favorite perfume, and savored the scent of her perfume.

"Mr. Bu, I have something important to do and I don't have time to see you."

"More important than me?"

He was jealous.

"More important than you. So why don't you come pick me up? Maybe I can give you a little time tonight."

Wen Lan gave Bu Yufan an address, which was a creative industry park that had just opened.

"Mystery? Gallery?"

He opened the navigation and found that the address was a gallery, and even the name was strange.

"Hey, what the hell is this woman doing?"

No matter what he said, no matter how strange it was, he hurriedly drove after her, he really couldn't wait to hug her.

Mystery Gallery is really mysterious. It is a white, strange-shaped building with irregular-shaped windows embedded in the white walls.

Indoors, it looks like construction is underway, but also like it has been suspended, and the film on the floor has not been removed yet.

Bu Yufan followed the spotlights in the corridor and walked into the depths of the "mystery".

In this building, all lights, big and small, were turned off, except for the stars hanging from the ceiling of the corridor, as if pointing the way for him.

"You've been here? For so long?"

It's her voice.

In a glass house in front of him, lights suddenly came on and love songs could be heard in the distance.

It was a huge circular halo of blue, purple, orange and red, like the glow at sunrise.

"I heard there's a handsome guy. Do you miss me?"

Wen Lan appeared from nowhere, stood on tiptoe, and hooked her arms around Bu Yufan's neck.

Her fingertips brushed across his manly face, her soft lips gently rubbed his upper lip like petals, and her misty eyes looked at him affectionately.

He couldn't control himself in an instant and tried to kiss her deeply. In that explosive passion, there was both love and desire.

Wen Lan pushed him away.

"Didn't you say you wanted to pursue me? So directly?"

She picked on him.

"But why do I feel like you're chasing me now?"

He pulled her into his arms again, wanting to know her little trick.

Wen Lan was wearing a loose white shirt and her long hair was tied casually with a satin hairband. She was barefoot and had a pair of beige socks on her ankles.

"What do you want to do dressed like this? You little rascal!"

He called her "little rascal" again, in a very lustful way.

"Bu Yufan, I really wanted to give you a prize. I've been learning to dance for a long time, but I really don't have the talent. And you still had to come to me!"

Wen Lan looked quite disappointed.

"Dancing? I want to see it!"

"No! You are not allowed to look at it!"

She rejected him decisively.

"You let me come, but you didn't give me anything. Aren't you afraid that I will change my mind?"

He frightened her.

"You change your mind so easily."

"You never know. I'm leaving now. If you can pay to watch a man take off his clothes, I can pay to watch other women dance, right?"

Bu Yufan pretended to leave.

"No! I won't allow you to! You can only look at me!"

She wrapped her arms around his strong arms, putting her whole body weight on them.

"Then I'll give you a chance, Miss Wen."

He stayed.

"Mr. Bu, you have to promise me that you will not laugh at me no matter what."

Wen Lan's self-confidence plummeted.

She frantically looked for music, but couldn't find the song she practiced every day.

"Or I'll just find one at random."

She stood before him, stupid and timid.

The music started and Wen Lan was going to dance a girl group dance.

She was clumsy with her hands and feet, she forgot the moves, she lost the beat, she was extremely embarrassed.

Bu Yufan wanted to laugh at first. The woman's dancing posture was like a little grasshopper at one moment and a caterpillar at another.

As he watched, he was instantly moved by the way she was trying so hard to please him.

He smiled tenderly and walked over to hug her.

"You laughed! You must think I'm funny! How could I be so stupid? Otherwise, you should spend money to watch other women dance!"

"I don't want any other woman, I only want you. I don't think I will ever forget the way you danced, like a little duck that just learned to walk."

He held her waist and teased her.

"You said I looked like a duck?"

Wen Lan quit.

"Okay, you little puppy, I'm going to punish you by making you watch me jump again."

She pulled the PRADA leather tie on his collar in a very feminine way.