After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Three days later, at Yangcheng Airport.

A woman wearing a high-end custom-made white suit and sky-high stiletto heels walked out of the airport VIP channel and walked together with a gentleman who was also wearing a high-end custom-made suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The two of them were smiling, their heads slightly tilted towards each other and whispering, as if they were talking about something interesting.

The woman suddenly burst into laughter. This smile made her look extremely lively, and with the delicate makeup on her face, she looked generous and cheerful.

The man next to her also looked at her lovingly, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

In front of a Rolls-Royce, the driver was already waiting with the door open.

The man stopped the driver, asked the woman to get in the car, and then went around to the other side with the driver.

A few staff members followed behind, pushing the luggage and getting into a business car at the back.

In another car, Song Changzhou stared at the woman with infatuated eyes as the car slowly slid past him.

The car stopped just in front of him, allowing him to see the woman's face more clearly.

The woman in the window gently tucked her hair behind her ears, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

After a brief pause, the car accelerated little by little, gradually turned into a small dot, turned a corner and disappeared.

The man sat in the car for a long, long time, as if time had stood still.

After a long while, he finally uttered two words, "Follow me!"

Hua Ren, who was so nervous that his palms were sweating, quickly started the car and drove towards the Huaguo Hotel.

Hua Ren stepped on the accelerator, not caring about the bumps that would hit the leader.

At the back door parking lot of the Huaguo Hotel, two little kids wearing overalls, a blue shirt and a pink shirt, were waiting there with Mrs. Wu and the others.

When they saw the car coming, the two little kids jumped up and down eagerly, raising their chubby little hands high.

"Mommy, Mommy..."

"Mom, mom, mom..."

It was like a flock of birds chirping and making a lot of noise.

After the car stopped, Zhang Yuwan couldn't wait to get out, squatted down and hugged the two little kids.

"Mommy~ I miss you so much!"

"Mommy, I miss you so much!"

She kissed each of them on the face repeatedly.

“I miss you too!”

The two little kids quarreled and complained to her.

"Mommy, Daddy threw me high up."

"Mommy, Daddy threw me away too."

Zhang Yuwan was a little dazed. She knew that children would not lie, but they would talk nonsense!

She told her children that they hadn't discussed the word "daddy" since their dad died.

How can one create a father out of nothing?

She stood up and pulled one in each hand, looking at Mrs. Wu in confusion.

Mrs. Wu opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She moved her eyes behind Zhang Yuwan.

"Xiao Wan!" A familiar voice came from behind.

Zhang Yuwan's body seemed to be frozen.

"Xiao Wan."

She turned around slowly and her eyes fell on Song Changzhou.

The man looked at her gently, his eyes full of attachment and affection.

"You...you are still alive?" Zhang Yuwan's voice trembled slightly, her shock, anger and sadness intertwined into a web.

Song Changzhou said guiltily: "Xiao Wan, I'm back."

He reached out to grab her, but she took a step back to avoid him. The woman looked at the man in front of her defensively.

The man's hand stopped in mid-air, opening and closing awkwardly.

Suddenly, the man's hand was held by another big hand, and the other party said elegantly and gracefully: "Hello, I am Zeng Zhihua, you can also call me Johnson."

Zeng Zhihua just blocked Song Changzhou's sight, and Song Changzhou narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at the other person.

Zeng Zhihua smiled politely at Song Changzhou without showing any weakness.

"Hello, Mr. Zeng, my name is Song Changzhou."

"Welcome Mr. Zeng to invest in China. As the host, I hope to have the opportunity to entertain you well."

"Easy to say! Easy to say!"

The two men shook hands vigorously, secretly competing with each other.

Zeng Zhihua calmly withdrew his hand and patted the little kid's head. "Did you have fun? Mommy and Uncle brought you some gifts. Do you want to see them?"

"Wow~ Thank you Uncle Zeng, thank you Mommy."

Zeng Zhihua and Zhang Yuwan were about to leave when Song Changzhou stood in front of Zhang Yuwan and said, "Xiaowan."

The atmosphere was a little weird for a while.

Zeng Zhihua wanted to be a flower protector and stood in front of the two of them, but was stopped by Zhang Yuwan.

She walked up to Song Changzhou, looked up at him, and said decisively, "Song Changzhou, I'm very happy that you are not dead. I wish you happiness. I have my own life now. Let's not bother each other."

He froze, his jaw set, his fists clenched, veins radiating from his body.

Zhang Yuwan ignored the stunned people, pulled one in each hand, walked around him and entered the hotel.

Wang Fusheng and Hua Ren stood by, not knowing what to do with their hands and feet. They didn't dare to leave, nor did they dare to speak to comfort him.

They are so redundant!

Zhang Yuwan returned to the suite, sat on the sofa and wiped her tears silently. After Zeng Zhihua gave the gifts to the two little ones, he asked Mrs. Wu to take the children to another room to play.

He handed a glass of orange juice to Zhang Yuwan, "Is he the reason why you rejected me? I don't think it's unfair to lose to him."

Zhang Yuwan rolled his eyes at him. Zeng Zhihua had already taken off his suit jacket, revealing the high-end shirt and vest underneath. He was leaning against the cabinet next to him, one arm resting on it, smiling lazily and comfortably, looking like a real playboy.

"Rejecting you has nothing to do with him."

"Oh? I suddenly feel that I still have hope! Tell me more and I'll see where I can do better." Zeng Zhihua looked at Zhang Yuwan with amusement.

"I'm rich, very rich, and I have a son. Why would I want to get married? I'm sick, so I'm looking for a man to marry."

Zhang Yuwan put the orange juice down on the table with a loud thump, then got up and went to the bathroom to wipe his face.

The makeup is all gone.

"Then why are you crying?" Zeng Zhihua turned around and shouted at her while standing beside the cabinet.

"I'm incontinent and I love to cry! What do you care about me?"

After Zhang Yuwan finished cleaning up and came out of the bathroom, she glared at Zeng Zhihua, "What are you laughing at?"

Zeng Zhihua grinned and picked up his clothes from the sofa. He raised his hands as he stepped back and said, "It doesn't matter whether I smile or not, but I don't think Mr. Song will give up easily. I'm curious to see how long you can hold on."

Just when Zhang Yuwan's face turned red and he was about to explode, he opened the door and said, "I'm leaving now. You should have a good rest! Everyone has been very busy these past few days. I don't want to be a boss who dies from overwork. I'm so rich. I should have fun until I die, not work myself to death."

The door was quickly closed, and then quickly opened by him, leaving a head and saying, "By the way, I bet you'll lose before the end of this Yangcheng Investment Promotion Conference."

After saying that, she threw a coquettish glance at Zhang Yuwan, and this time she really left.