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

She has a new protector so soon?

Isn't the divorce officially due in 30 days? Why is she so impatient???

In the evening, he drank with Han Zhuojun in Soho. After drinking, he didn't want to go home. He felt inexplicably melancholy, so he asked Xiao Han to drive him to the edge of the city.

Han Zhuojun probably knew why he was depressed.

He grew up with Fu Ruoshi, and he knew that in this world, the only person who could make Fu Ruoshi's emotions written on his face was the frail woman outside.

He took Fu Ruoshi around and around, walked around most of the city, and finally arrived downstairs of Wen Zhixia's grandfather's house.

Then I saw a 1.9-meter-tall, dark-skinned handsome guy adding clothes to Wen Zhixia.

"Sister-in-law must have her own reasons for being like this," Han Zhuojun tried to comfort her. "Maybe that man was just her friend. After all, it's scary for a girl to come here alone at night."

"Do you believe what you said?" Fu Ruoshi said coldly.

The way that man looked at her was so annoying!

Still friends?

"Why doesn't she keep some distance from him?" Fu Ruoshi gritted his teeth. "We still have 30 days before the official divorce, and she can't wait any longer?"

That day, right after he got his divorce, an acquaintance from the Civil Affairs Bureau informed Song Ailing, and then the entire Fu family knew that he, Fu Ruoshi, had finally divorced. For a while, his phone was bombarded with all kinds of inquiries.

Fu Ruoshi ignored everyone, blocked everyone, and returned to the United States for a few days.

But before I could even get comfortable, I inexplicably wanted to come back.

I'm so anxious and can't sleep because of thinking about it.

"Go, go, go," Fu Ruoshi suddenly became irritable, "Hurry up and leave. I don't want to see this woman for even a second. I'm done with her."

Han Zhuojun responded and stepped on the accelerator.

At the last moment of leaving the community, Fu Ruoshi turned back reluctantly:

Wen Zhixia came out from the corridor.

The dark-skinned handsome guy walked up to her and touched her hair.

Wen Zhixia looked up and said something to him with a smile, her cheeks flushed.

? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

No, she just let another man touch her hair?

Why hasn't she smiled at me like this before?

She's blushing? What's she blushing about?

"Turn around, turn around!" He tugged at his collar irritably. "Turn around!"

On this side, Fan Zhenting carefully and finally caught the firefly that flew onto Wen Zhixia's hair alive.

Fan Zhenting wrapped the firefly in his palm and showed it to Wen Zhixia.

"This is the first time I've seen fireflies in the city!" Wen Zhixia was surprised and delighted. She stretched out her hand, "Put them in my hand!"

"Be careful, he is very timid, don't kill him," Fan Zhenting clenched his hands into a hollow shape, asked Wen Zhixia to do the same, and passed the firefly to her hands.

Wen Zhixia gently opened her fist a little and looked at the bright green light inside.

"It's so small, and it's still moving!" She looked up and said to Fan Zhenting, "Such a small flying insect can actually light up my entire palm. It's amazing!"

Just now when Fan Zhenting accompanied her back to her grandfather's house, she was still very depressed, but now she is as happy as a little girl, and even a small firefly can make her smile.

When she smiled, her eyes curved into little crescents, just like her name, warm, like the breeze on a summer night.

Fan Zhenting looked at Wen Zhixia with tenderness and pity in his eyes.

It was just like what my cousin said, Wen Zhixia was the most miserable, strong and optimistic girl she had ever met.

"Let it fly," Fan Zhenting said to him, "if it gets angry, it won't light up."

"Really?" Wen Zhixia was nervous and opened her hands quickly. She saw the firefly resting on her fingertips and flapping its wings as if about to fly away.

Fan Zhenting smiled and said, "There is a firefly research society in our college. I heard it from the people there."

"There is such a society?" Wen Zhixia was surprised.

"Yes, there are many," Fan Zhenting said, "There's also the SpongeBob Society, the Sea Otter Society, and the Plush Toy Society. If you come, I'll take you to see them!"

Wen Zhixia was very envious. She had asked Fu Ruoshi before what fun things there were in schools abroad, but he was either busy or drunk, so he just said a few words and then was too lazy to continue.

Later she stopped asking.

She raised her hand and let the fireflies fly away.

However, in the direction where the fireflies flew away, she saw a familiar figure.

Fu Ruoshi stood under the street light.

The dim street lights made his figure look even taller and more upright. He crossed his arms, and tapped the ground with his right leg loosely. He looked a little cynical, but his expression was very serious.

The moment he saw the face clearly, Wen Zhixia subconsciously stepped back.

In Fu Ruoshi's eyes, this retreat was like she was hiding behind Fan Zhenting.

fed up.

"Oh, what a coincidence?" Fu Ruoshi curled his lips and said sourly, "Did I disturb you two? It's dark and windy like this, what are you two doing?"

Wen Zhixia looked at him warily, "It's a dark and windy night, why are you here?"

"I'm going for a walk, okay?"

Fu Ruoshi looked at Fan Zhenting and said sarcastically, "Isn't it just an interest group? The Firefly Society? It's just a trick to fool young girls who have never been abroad. Wen Zhixia, why didn't you tell me earlier that you like this? Our school also has hamster and succulent research clubs."

She said that she liked fireflies, liked traveling, liked all kinds of strange things, and liked listening to him talk about the various people and stories he had experienced abroad.

In the three years since they got married, he never took her to see fireflies, never took her abroad, and was very secretive from her about people and things in the business world.

Knowing that she liked succulents, he let his hamster eat all her succulents.

"Zhixia, do you know him?" Fan Zhenting looked at Fu Ruoshi, "Could he be..."

"Ex-husband." Wen Zhixia said calmly, "Let's go. I'll treat you to a midnight snack. I know a barbecue place that's really delicious..."

After saying that, he walked around Fu Ruoshi and headed out of the community.

"Stop!" Fu Ruoshi stepped forward to stop her. "You're going out for a midnight snack with a strange man so late at night? Are you too hungry?"

"Sir, isn't it insulting for you to speak to Zhixia like that?" Fan Zhenting stepped forward. "We are not strangers. My sister is her best friend."

Fu Ruoshi glanced at him and said, "I'm talking to my wife, don't interrupt me. Do you know who I am? How dare you offend me?"

"Who is your wife?" Wen Zhixia said, "Fu Ruoshi, we are divorced. Don't be so sentimental."

Fu Ruoshi was stunned. "I care about your personal safety. Is this considered self-indulgent?"

Wen Zhixia sneered, "Yes, yes, you're not being sentimental. After all, sentimentality is a mental illness that only women get. It's really unmanly for a grown man like you to have this disease."

? ? ? ?

Fu Ruoshi was stunned.

Isn't this what I said to her at the beginning?

That day at the seafood restaurant, he confidently said, "Being sentimental is a disease, a mental illness that only you women can get."

The retribution of evil comes unexpectedly.

Fu Ruoshi was unable to catch his breath and almost fainted from high blood pressure.

In fact, he had thought that when he came back this time, he would see a haggard, miserable, lonely and helpless Wen Zhixia who needed care.

Never imagined.

She had a midnight snack, played with little fireflies, and had a handsome boy to keep her company!

Even his eloquence is better than before!

Fu Ruoshi's pride was bruised at this moment, and he challenged her again, "Wen Zhixia, do you think you're so charming? Anyone can be so sentimental for you?"

"No, I don't have any charm at all." Wen Zhixia said, "So you must not want to see me. It doesn't matter. I will disappear from your sight now. Fan Zhenting, let's go."