Song Wenbei was blushing by these two words, and couldn't cry or laugh. Not to mention the relationship between himself and Fu Xinian, just having a child, how can it be as simple as planting radishes, sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn! But these old naughty children in the family seem to regard reality as a daughter country, and it seems that as long as she Song Wenbei wants to give birth, in the next second, she can create ten or eight little Fu Xinian.

Thinking of this, Song Wenbei was secretly annoyed, how could he open such a big brain hole! Still a little Fu Xi Nian?

They, obviously no longer have a future.

Jiang Susu looked at her daughter-in-law's contemplative appearance with satisfaction, and left the kitchen with confidence. But he was facing Fu Xinian who came down from the study.

Jiang Su glanced at his son clearly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up slightly, "What?" Don't worry? ”

Fu Xinian rolled his eyes silently and was speechless for a while. He knew that his mother must have been spoiled by the old man in the family, so that he could apply the plot of romance novels to every plot of his life.

"I'll pour water."

Raising the glass in his hand, Fu Xinian no longer paid attention to the searching gaze behind him. Jiang Su's smiling eyes narrowed, and he didn't break it. Pour water? When did he start drinking tap water?

Song Wenbei was still embarrassed by her ten or eight little Fu Xinian, and the enlarged version of the main owner had already appeared in front of her.

"Song Wenbei, it's the turtle that comes to wash the dishes, it's time to finish washing."

Fu Xinian leaned against the frame of the kitchen, his hands around his chest, indescribably lazy and elegant.

Song Wenbei took a deep breath and persuaded himself not to be like him. Staring at the bowl in front of him, it seemed like he was about to make a hole.

"God could have made such a stupid girl as you."

Fu Xinian put down the cup in his hand, rubbed the top of Song Wenbei's hair, took the bowl full of foam in her hand, and washed it calmly. The slender white fingers are not inferior to the white porcelain, and his clear lines and three-dimensional profile make Song Wenbei blush and heartbeat. Four words popped into her mind - IKEA.

At this moment, she even had a terrible illusion that the man in front of her loved her.

But it was almost a reflex, and in a second, maybe less than a second, Song Wenbei vetoed this stupid idea.

Yes, he is good, but it is not her after all......

After settling down, Song Wenbei finally slowly spit out the decision he made last night:

"Fu Xinian, let's get a divorce."

The hand on the bowl stagnated for a moment, and then, Fu Xinian washed it by himself, "Song Wenbei, do you think you are qualified to say this?" ”

"We said okay, either party to the marriage has the right to stop this, the transaction."

Song Wenbei spit out the last two words with difficulty, and his heart froze, this is the truth that he has been avoiding. Between them, it's just a deal!

Fu Xinian put down the blue and white porcelain bowl in his hand, still cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking the porcelain in his hand. There was still a warm and beautiful atmosphere in the air, as if all the discussion just now was just a joke that had not appeared.

"What if I change my mind?"

Song Wenbei was stunned, what does he mean? Retention in disguise? Perhaps, it was just his vain self-esteem? After thinking about Su Yi, Song Wenbei still relented, "I don't care what happens to you, anyway, I am determined to leave this marriage." ”

Fu Xinian's calm expression just now was surging almost in a second. His hand on the counter was visibly stronger, and his knuckles were a little white.

"Are you sure you can get away?!"

Fu Xinian's voice was full of anger, and there was obvious anger in his dark eyes. Sweep the plate that you have brushed at hand, and the plate will fall into the pool and splash countless times.

"Be quiet, don't let grandpa hear it." Song Wenbei hurriedly went to close the door, but was dragged back by Fu Xinian and pressed against his chest. Her limpness leaned against his stiff chest, which made him even more irritated. hugged her body and spun an angle, just pressing Song Wenbei on the cooking table. His well-defined arms were at her side, and a handsome face was almost close to hers.

"Song Wenbei, why are you so hypocritical. Don't you just want to marry Su Yi? ”

Fu Xinian's voice was a little sarcastic, as if it was coming from the sky.

"But I'm not going to let you get your wish."

Fu Xinian's cold trial came in her ears, but Song Wenbei was not as flustered as she expected, at this moment, even she didn't know what answer she wanted.

There are all kinds of entanglements in my heart, but I am struggling to hold on: "Why do you break up others!" ”

"Just what I want, no one dares not to give it!"

Fu Xinian increased the strength in his hand, and with an innate domineering, he directly declared sovereignty to Song Wenbei.

Song Wenbei struggled, desperately resisting the harsh aura coming from Fu Xinian's body, "Fu Xinian, you have your little Qingmei, and I also have Su Yi, so when will our fake couple who hate each other put on a show!" Don't you feel bored when you're so aggressive and struggling?! ”

"Bored?" Fu Xinian hooked the corners of his mouth, let go of Song Wenbei, but clasped her wrist again, and walked towards the study, "You will know in a moment whether this game is boring or interesting!" ”

On the desk, a document lies quietly. With a hint of bad premonition in her heart, Song Wenbei picked it up tremblingly, and the clear big characters in front of her pierced straight into her eyes - Order! Su Yi! Demoted!

Song Wenbei turned his head in disbelief, raised the thin piece of paper in his hand, and wanted to question but couldn't raise his voice, "Fu Xinian, you are really, well-intentioned." ”

"I'm just, I hate things that people covet me." Fu Xinian stared at Song Wenbei, with inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

Song Wenbei laughed at himself, coveting? It turned out that she Song Wenbei was just a thing, a plaything in his eyes, which came and went when she was lingering!

After a long time, Song Wenbei raised his head and looked directly at Fu Xinian, "What do you think can be changed with just such a piece of paper?" She stood up straight without admitting defeat, although she was looking up at the man in front of her, Fu Xinian could feel the different aura on her body.

Fu Xinian was a little shaken, but almost the moment this idea appeared, he had already denied his hesitation. What he wants, no one can take away yet! Even if she hates herself miserably, she won't fulfill her and Su Yi! He just can't see how they love Jin Jian.

"Then are you willing to look at Su Yi and live a mediocre life? Oh, Song Wenbei, your so-called love is nothing more than that. ”

Song Wenbei shook his head, bit his lower lip tightly, and tore the order to shreds one by one, and with a wave of his hand, there seemed to be snowflakes in the air, and the petals fell down, falling on their heads and beside them in a chaotic manner.

She paused word by word, "Fu Xinian, you are not worthy of love!" ”

Fu Xinian's face turned dark, yes, he didn't understand love, but he didn't want to see her fall in love with others!