We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

No wonder there has been no news from him for some time. It turns out that he is making the final sprint for listing.

Wen Zhixia immediately turned to WeChat Moments and saw the announcement posted by Liu Zhenxin: Congratulations to Zhuorui Technology on its listing!

Seeing this announcement, Wen Zhixia felt both relieved and emotional.

She was the one who knew best the efforts Fu Ruoshi had made for Zhuo Rui over the past three years.

She had hardly ever seen him get a full night's sleep; he was either on the phone, in a meeting, or flying around the world.

At this moment, she was sincerely happy for him, even happier than when she got the admission notice from medical school.

She wanted him to succeed more than anyone else.

The next second, bitterness also surged into my heart.

Now, three years have passed and he has finally realized his dream.

According to what's written in the contract, it's time to divorce him.

Zhuorui's headquarters is in the United States, and Fu Ruoshi will probably focus his later work there, and may even get married and have children there.

It seems that no matter what, we will end up drifting further and further apart from each other.

A drop of water falls on the phone screen.

Wen Zhixia looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was shining brightly.

As soon as she got on the subway, Fan Xiaolin sent her a WeChat message:

[Baozi, my colleague gave me two group buy coupons. Do you want to go out for barbecue tonight?]

Wen Zhixia guessed that she had also seen the news. After all, she was in the media circle and was well-informed.

But she is very good at taking care of her emotions. She never takes the initiative to inquire about emotional matters, but just accompanies others silently.

[Eat!] Wen Zhixia changed her mood and sent a hungry cat emoji [I just got off the night shift, I'm going back to sleep for a while, see you tonight.]

Fanfan: [No problem, I'll go to your place for an interview this afternoon and pick you up on the way.]

Morning in Jincheng is night in New York.

At this moment, sounds of celebration were heard from a high-end hotel in downtown Manhattan.

At Zhuorui's celebration banquet, the company's business managers each gave speeches about their thoughts on the listing, and applause was heard from the audience from time to time.

"Boss, it's your turn to speak soon," Liu Zhen said, walking to the back row. "Are you ready?"

As soon as the celebration banquet began, Fu Ruoshi sat in the last row and kept replying to congratulatory messages from various partners.

There are partners, relatives, friends, and even former competitors, nearly five or six hundred pieces of information.

Fu Ruoshi flipped through the pages again and again, his expression changing from delight to confusion.

There were more than 500 messages, and none of them was sent by Wen Zhixia.

No way?

Fu Ruoshi was a little surprised.

Didn't she work the early shift today? Didn't she see the news?

Haven’t you seen Liu Zhen’s circle of friends?

Can you at least ask me a few questions?

Didn't she check her phone?

At such an important moment in my life, she didn't even say congratulations?

Fu Ruoshi became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, and reached out to tug at his tie.

"Boss?" Liu Zhen saw that he had a frown on his face and thought that he was so happy that he was stunned and had not yet come to his senses.

Fu Ruoshi turned a deaf ear to it.

He opened Wen Zhixia's dialog box, typed on the keyboard for a long time, and finally deleted everything.

Forget it, she will see it sooner or later, and when she sees it, she will definitely come to find me.

Without even looking up, he asked, "What are your thoughts on expanding our business in Asia? Especially in mainland China?"

Liu Zhen is in logistics and doesn't understand technology.

"Oh? It's you." Fu Ruoshi finally raised his head and said to Liu Zhen, whose face was wrinkled, "I asked the wrong person. Call Susie over."

Just as Fu Ruoshi was searching for Wen Zhixia's WeChat on his phone, she was lying on the bed, drooling at the pictures of the barbecue restaurant on her phone.

I had a very good nap at noon and woke up feeling very hungry.

While Fan Xiaolin hadn't arrived yet, she couldn't help but open the restaurant's Dianping.com and started choosing dishes to eat in the evening to satisfy her craving.

six thirty.

Fan Xiaolin hurried and finally arrived at the gate of the community.

Wen Zhixia had already changed her clothes and was waiting for her downstairs. When she saw the car coming, she jumped in.

This barbecue restaurant is located on an old street in the city center. It does a booming business. If you hadn't made a reservation in advance, you wouldn't be able to eat there now.

"Baby, I'm telling you, you have to try their roasted lamb leg, roasted pig brain, and toasted bread." Along the way, Fan Xiaolin busily introduced them. "Their fried bananas are also a specialty, and they also have freshly made yogurt."

Summer nights are the best time to eat barbecue. Wen Zhixia was drooling at what she said, and she started ordering dishes as soon as she sat down.

“Roasted lamb legs, roasted chicken wings, roasted chicken skin…”

Just as she was concentrating on reading the menu, Fan Xiaolin suddenly patted her and said, "Look at the window."

Wen Zhixia subconsciously turned back——

Near the window, several young boys were sitting around a girl. The girl was wearing a floral dress and had a mobile phone in front of her. She was showing the skewers in her hand to the camera.

Xu Hui?

Wen Zhixia was stunned. Why was she here to live broadcast?

"Isn't she an artist?" Fan Xiaolin also had a bad impression of her. "Is she here to eat live?"

As we were talking, the lamb chops arrived.

Wen Zhixia immediately took a lamb chop and chewed it, saying, "By the way... is eating live streaming so profitable? Otherwise, Baozi, you can also do one, and I'll be your assistant."

"She's coming," Fan Xiaolin looked behind Wen Zhixia and kicked her under the chair. "She's coming for you. Do you want me to help you drive her away?"

"what?"

When Wen Zhixia turned around, Xu Hui just put her arm around her shoulder.

"Zhixia!" She smiled friendly, "What a coincidence, can I sit here?"

"No," Fan Xiaolin rolled her eyes at her, "unless you pay for it."

Xu Hui ignored her, moved a stool and sat next to Wen Zhixia, took out two brochures and placed them on the table.

"My art exhibition will be held next week." She looked at Wen Zhixia and said, "Zhixia, can you come? I really hope you can come."

Wen Zhixia was a little confused by her sudden change in attitude.

The last time I saw her, she treated me as a competitor. Why is she suddenly so nice?

Seeing her hesitant hand about to take Xu Hui's album, Fan Xiaolin moved the album away.

"Don't you understand?" she said, raising her voice. "Unless you pay for it."

Xu Hui looked at Wen Zhixia aggrievedly, "Zhixia, let's not make such a fuss about this little thing."

Wen Zhixia's intuition told her that Xu Hui was not holding her fart well. It was impossible for a person to change so much in such a short period of time.

Besides, this table of barbecue costs less than two hundred yuan. If she were asking someone for help, she would grit her teeth and pay the bill on the spot, let alone a table of barbecue, even if it was a seafood feast.

"Well, I'm a rough guy." Wen Zhixia said with an awkward smile, "I don't understand art. I'd embarrass you if I went. Forget it."

"Did you hear that?" Fan Xiaolin continued, "I'm not going."

Xu Hui bit her lip. "Zhixia, I know I treated you badly before, but last time at grandma's birthday party, I already knew Ruoshi's attitude."

"Don't worry, I won't have any more illusions about him."