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

...Early in the morning, does this person still have any shame?

Wen Zhixia finally chose to open the door, not because she wanted to see someone, but because she couldn't afford to lose face in front of this person.

Someone has always been shameless in order to achieve his goals.

But he is shameless, so I still want it.

Wen Zhixia opened the door reluctantly and pulled Fu Ruoshi into the house with an embarrassed look on her face.

"How did you find yourself here?" she asked.

"I came to see if you were dead or not." Fu Ruoshi said.

After saying that, he strode into the room, pulled off his tie and threw it aside, unbuttoned two buttons, slumped down on the sofa like Ge You, and ordered, "Pour me a glass of ice water, quickly."

Wen Zhixia looked at him in surprise. His clothes were soaked with sweat, his hair was unkempt, and there was a hint of blue under his eyes, which was more obvious against his pale skin.

If you didn't know, you would think he went to the street to fight with someone last night.

Seeing that he was unusually irritable and tired, Wen Zhixia didn't ask any questions and brought him an iced cola and a fresh lemon.

The moment he handed it over, Fu Ruoshi pulled her and the Coke into his arms.

He examined her from head to toe, and finally said with a frown, "Ancestor...how come you are fine?"

"If you're so eager for me to be busy, just say a few more words," Wen Zhixia pushed him away. "If you say a few more words, I'll be pissed to death."

???

Fu Ruoshi thought to himself, I was kind and concerned about her, what did I say to make her angry?

"I really admire myself more and more," he said, almost laughing in anger, "I can piss off Dr. Wen, who is generally known for his good temper, to death."

After he finished speaking, he picked up the Coke and drank it all in one gulp. Then he slammed the can on the table and turned away in silence.

In fact, thinking back to the moment he received the message and video last night, Fu Ruoshi couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. A gambler like Si Shengli, who was at the end of his rope, would do anything.

The most direct reason why he dared to intimidate Wen Zhixia was that he thought she looked the gentlest and easiest to bully, and there was no cost at all to offend such a person.

According to Fu Ruoshi's experience, this kind of person needs to be taught a lesson, so that he knows that the easier it is to bully someone, the more he should not be provoked.

"Why didn't you reply my call message when you woke up?" Fu Ruoshi asked her, "Are you ignoring me?"

After educating Si Shengli last night, he still couldn't contact Wen Zhixia. He tried every possible means to get Fan Xiaolin's address, waited downstairs until dawn, and only came up and knocked on the door when Wen Zhixia was almost awake.

"I'm not ignoring you," Wen Zhixia said, "Xiao Lin said she would report to you that she's safe for me. I know you're busy, so there's no need to bother you with your phone."

Hearing her speaking to him in such a strange tone, Fu Ruoshi felt a little depressed.

"Can't you be nicer to me?" Fu Ruoshi said with a self-deprecating smile, "I'm not Si Shengli. Can you not look at me with such hatred?"

Wen Zhixia was stunned for a moment, "How do you know his name is Si Shengli?"

Fu Ruoshi looked away awkwardly when she glanced at him. "You saw it online, don't you go online?"

After saying that, he rubbed his face and stood up tiredly, "I'm going back first. The company has a meeting soon."

Seeing him looking haggard and miserable, and running to find her so early in the morning without even caring about his image, which he cared about the most, Wen Zhixia felt distressed after all.

"Have you had breakfast?" she asked. "I have two options: noodles and omelets."

Fu Ruoshi had already walked to the door, but when he heard that she wanted to keep him for breakfast, he perked up again, "Eat, eat, eat. I'll eat both."

Wen Zhixia was also hungry, so she simply boiled some water and put the noodles in the pot. Then, while the noodles were cooking, she made two pancakes and finally poured two glasses of orange juice.

"Why are you so polite?" Fu Ruoshi happily took the cake, took a bite, and felt very satisfied.

My stomach is satisfied, but my heart feels a little empty.

It had been a long time since he had eaten a meal cooked by Wen Zhixia.

The food Wen Zhixia cooks is not fancy or delicious, but it is generous in portion and has just the right amount of saltiness.

The most important thing is that she did it with her heart.

The food she prepared was full of human touch and the flavor of home.

This is not something you can eat just by having money.

Wen Zhixia looked at Fu Ruoshi, who was eating without caring about his image, with his hair on his forehead almost soaked in the bowl, so she quickly reached out and smoothed his hair back.

When she touched him, Fu Ruoshi felt numb all over as if he had been electrocuted.

"Don't touch a man's head randomly." He paused with his chopsticks and said in a low voice, "Didn't your mother teach you that?"

Then he realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly buried his head in eating to cover up his embarrassment.

"Are you that hungry?" Wen Zhixia looked at him storming in. "Why didn't you have breakfast before coming to see me?"

Fu Ruoshi didn't even raise his eyelids, "I'm afraid I'm too late and you've already choked."

...I don't want to say another word to him.

After Fu Ruoshi finished the pancake, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin wrists, and shoveled all the pickles into the bowl. He then ate the bowl of noodles enthusiastically, slurping it up without caring about his image at all.

Wen Zhixia felt dazed for a moment, as if she saw again the unruly boy who brought her water on the sports field.

"Have you seen enough?" Fu Ruoshi finished his meal in a flash, put down the bowl, and took out a bunch of keys from his pocket.

"You can live in the apartment across from the Global Center. Your place is not safe."

Wen Zhixia refused, "I don't want it. I won't be going home recently. I will take turns living at Xiaolin's place and my grandfather's house."

"I'm not letting you stay here for free," Fu Ruoshi said with a sigh, "I'm going abroad soon, so please help me clean up."

"You can talk to Special Assistant Liu." Wen Zhixia paused, then mustered up the courage to say, "When are you going abroad? Before that, shall we go and complete the divorce procedures?"

"In the afternoon, oh no, right now. Yes, right now."

Seeing his shameless behavior, Wen Zhixia couldn't suppress her anger anymore.

Does he think it's fun to walk himself like this?

"Then change your ticket! I'll go with you to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now. It won't even take ten minutes to walk there!"

Fu Ruoshi looked at her angrily calmly, and suddenly took out his cell phone, "Do you think I don't dare? Change the ticket if you want."

He nodded and said, "Please dress up. You look so sloppy. When we get to the Civil Affairs Bureau, people will say that Mr. Fu is too unrefined and the woman he chooses is too shabby. I can't afford to lose face if I take a sloppy woman like you out."

Wen Zhixia was so angry that her ears were ringing.

She looked at Fu Ruoshi's open collar and messy hair with a mixture of laughter and tears. "You look like a homeless person yourself. If someone sees you at the Civil Affairs Bureau, they'll say you're a fake photo artist. You look so sloppy and dirty. Your filter is broken and you'll lose all your fans!"

Fu Ruoshi was stunned for a second by her and subconsciously glanced at the reflection in the glass.

Indeed, it is uncivilized...

"Thanks for the reminder." Fu Ruoshi stood up with a playful smile. "Then I have to clean up as soon as possible. Please get me a decent suit and shirt, a razor, men's facial cleanser and hair wax. Hurry up, it needs to be done in ten minutes."

......

Wen Zhixia was stunned.

This is Fan Xiaolin’s home. She has been single for 24 years. How could she have these men’s things?