The divorce procedures went smoothly, Lin Yushen insisted on giving the house to Zeng Manjun, Zeng Manjun couldn't refuse and had to accept it, and after completing the formalities, Lin Yushen went to the house between the two to pack up his things.

He didn't have many things, and he had already moved back the painting equipment when he moved back to live before, Zeng Manjun leaned against the door and watched Lin Yushen pack up his clothes one by one, his heart was full of mixed tastes, and he was very sour.

Lin Yushen finally packed up, everything added up to just a suitcase and finished loading, Zeng Manjun sent him downstairs, and the two people in the elevator room hung their heads and didn't speak.

Finally walked to Lin Yushen's car, Zeng Manjun said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." ”

Lin Yushen's figure paused for a moment, and then said, "It's mine."

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