Wen Rou slowly walked towards the old professor with some apprehension, and her smile was a little nervous.

"Something?" Li Xue put down the teacup and stood up with the support of the staff.

The emotion was seen through by the old professor, and he nodded softly, "Hmm." ”

"Wen Rou, your state today is not suitable for training, and it won't take any time to practice, so let's stop here today. Li Xue said with a sigh.

Wen Soft's eyebrows frowned when she heard this, there was only a week before the recording of the show, and now every day was precious to her, and wasting a day's training time was unacceptable to her.

"Professor Li......" Wen Rou looked anxious, and was about to persuade the professor, but was interrupted by the professor's words.

Li Xue squinted at her, "Wen Rou, you are very talented, but you lack the qualities that a performer should have." ”

Gently lowered her eyes and frowned, quietly listening to the old professor's teachings.

"For a performer, before going on stage, whatever emotions you have, the moment you take the stage should be left behind, especially the emotions that conflict with your performance. ”

Professor Li Xue's words were exquisite, and he pursed his lips softly and nodded, "You are right, I did it wrong just now." ”

"If you know that you can change your mistakes, you are a good child. "Soft, studious and talented, Li Xue's favorite type of student, seeing that she admits her mistakes sincerely, she is not too harsh.

The old professor sat down again, looked at the soft voice that was a little self-reproachful, and said, "Go on, this time is harder, and I don't live up to Mr. Fu's invitation to come over." ”

Wen was stunned, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Mr. Fu?

Could it be Fu Tingxiao?

But wasn't the professor invited by the program team?

The assistant next to the old professor realized that the old professor had accidentally said the wrong thing in front of Wen Ruan, patted the professor on the shoulder, and then looked at Wen Ruan with a smile to make up: "Miss Wen, it's the professor who remembered it wrong." ”

"Hmm. Gently nodded and said in a panic, "Then I'll continue to train." ”

Standing aside again for the treble part of the training, gently put aside distractions, and devote himself to training.

At the end of the training, a light rain fell in the sky.

Wen sat in the back seat of the car, listening to the sound of the rain crashing on the window, wrinkling her eyebrows and falling into deep thought.

Since marrying into the Fu family, Wen Ruan has encountered a lot of cold words, but Fu Tingxiao, who is the biggest victim of the whole thing, treats her well.

Thinking of the news on the Internet, there is a bold idea in Wen Soft's heart.

The night is getting darker, but it is soft but still busy in the kitchen.

"Mother Wu, did Thunderbolt just say that he would come back at eleven o'clock?"

After listening intently to the eleven consecutive tapping sounds of the clock, Wen Soft asked anxiously.

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the car's engine could be heard in the distance.

Mother Wu listened carefully and said happily: "It must be Mr. Fu who is back." ”

With a smile in his eyes, he gently told Wu's mother, and then walked out.

"Thunderbolt, you're back. Standing at the door of the living room, he listened softly to the approaching footsteps and said with a smile.

Touching the soft smiling face, Fu Tingxiao's eyes flashed with a trace of doubt, and then responded lightly, "Hmm." ”

"I'll cook the noodles for you, eat a little before resting. ”

Fu Tingxiao saw Wu's mother walking out of the kitchen, and she seemed to have something in her hand.

Today's softness was a little unusual, and although Fu Tingxiao had doubts in his heart, he still slowly came to the table and sat down.

The lightest three fresh noodles, the soup base is bright and sweet, the noodles are soft and hard, and even the greens on top are cooked just right.

"Sir, Madame, she knows that you always forget to eat when you are busy with work, so she has waited until now. ”

Mother Wu stood aside and looked at the two people who didn't speak, and took the initiative to break the silence.

Fu Tingxiao raised his eyes and looked at Wen Rou, "Hard work." ”

"It's fine. Wen softly pursed her lips, and after hesitating, she said to Wu's mother, "Wu's mother, it's not too early, you go and rest first." ”

Wu's mother understood and immediately left the restaurant.

In the huge space, only Wen Ruan and Fu Tingxiao were left.

"Did the training go well?" asked Fu Tingxiao in a deep voice after Wu's mother left.

"It's going well, now it's Mr. Li Xue, your vocal teacher, who is treating you, to give me lessons, and I have gained a lot every day. ”

"Hmm. ”

Fu Tingxiao's reaction was flat, and he softly remembered what Professor Li Xue said in the training room today, and his thoughts were much firmer.

"Thunderbolt, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. ”

Mustering up the courage to speak, the hand that rested softly on his lap was constantly stirring.

Fu Tingxiao raised his eyes, his expression was a little complicated, "Say it." ”

"Let's get a divorce. Gently opened her thin lips and slowly spit out these words.

Fu Tingxiao frowned instantly, and asked rhetorically: "Divorce?"

"Yes, the only thing I want to fight for is the custody of the baby, and I don't need anything else. Biting her lip softly and nervously, she couldn't see the expression on Fu Tingxiao's face at this time, so she became more and more apprehensive.

"Why do you suddenly mention divorce?"

A sneering smile flashed across the corners of Fu Tingxiao's mouth, and the chopsticks in his hand were thrown away, and the sound made by falling on the table made Wen Rou tremble.

"Thunderbolt, our marriage was a mistake from the beginning, I want to make up for it as much as possible, now that the child is still young, our divorce will cause him less damage......"

Now that Zhou Anqian and Fu Tingxiao have rekindled their old relationship, if they don't divorce again, I am afraid it will become the biggest obstacle to their relationship.

The air was filled with the unique chilling aura of Fu Tingxiao's body, and his soft tone became weaker and weaker.

Her expression was tense, and she sat stiffly on the spot, not daring to come out.

"Is it because of Wei Changze?" Fu Tingxiao asked with a sneer, his eyes falling on Wen Rou's lowered head.

In Fu Tingxiao's opinion, the soft expression at this time was completely a manifestation of his weak heart.

"No, I have nothing to do with Wei Changze. Wen Soft raised his eyes and argued diligently.

Fu Tingxiao nodded, the anger in his eyes was accumulating, "Okay, it's not Wei Changze, it's James Geller." ”

Suddenly hearing James Geller's name, his soft pupils shrank suddenly, and he completely forgot to explain for himself, but asked in a low voice, "Why are you ......?"

"Sure enough, it was him. Fu Tingxiao sneered and interrupted Wen Rou, "Wen Rou, want to divorce? ”

Looking at the bleak face in front of him, Fu Tingxiao's anger turned into silent anger, turned around and slammed the door.

It wasn't until the sound of the car went away that Wen Soft finally raised his hand to cover his face, and tears of grievance came out of his eyes.

Under the dim light, the soft and petite back curled up at the table, I thought that today's negotiations would be very smooth, but I didn't expect it to end in such a fierce way.