Tang Luoran never thought that Fu Zichen would be in the villa, she was a little surprised, she hesitated and stepped forward, and before she could walk behind Fu Zichen, the man who was originally facing away from her turned around abruptly.

Fu Zichen's big palm pinched the so-called divorce agreement, and shook it twice in front of Tang Luoran, "This is what you really wanted to talk to me about yesterday?" ”

The man's eyebrows furrowed, and a sense of oppression was formed invisibly, and he didn't know why, the moment he saw this piece of paper, a nameless fire suddenly rolled in his heart.

He thought that she had asked him to take advantage of him, so he asked her fiercely in a rage, and she didn't explain anything last night, silently bearing the pain he gave her.

But who knows...... She......

It turned out to be for divorce?

Why did these two words hurt his heart even more?

Tang Luoran stared at the piece of paper, and then looked at Fu Zichen's frowning black eyes, her whole heart hung because of this, and after her dry lips squirmed for a long time, she still admitted it matter-of-factly, and spit out a word, "Yes." ”

"Tang Luoran!" Fu Zichen swept her coldly, but his vacated palm crumpled the piece of paper into a ball and held it in his palm.

"You tell me, what is marriage in your eyes! If you want to get married, if you want to leave? Everything must go according to the trajectory you Tang Luoran wants, and you will be satisfied, right? ”

"That's not the case, I ......" Tang Luoran eagerly denied.

She just wanted to make a place for his beloved woman, Yin Zi, and that's it.

"Since you want to be Grandma Fu, I will fulfill you and let you go with this identity for the rest of your life! From the moment you calculated me, you should know that this is the end! ”

After finishing speaking, the paper ball that was originally held in the palm of Fu Zichen's palm was thrown at Tang Luoran's feet, and after Fu Zichen said this, he withdrew the cold eyes that fell on Tang Luoran, bent down and picked up the suit on the sofa, put it on neatly, and strode towards the door.

Fu Zichen's steps were hurried and fast, as if staying in this room for one more step would be a defilement of him.

With a 'bang', the door of the villa was slammed shut, and Tang Luoran, who was in the center of the living room, fixed his eyes at the last second when the figure flashed away, and his eyelashes trembled.

……

In the next half a month, everything returned to its original state, Tang Luoran never saw Fu Zichen again, and occasionally saw it only on TV interview programs and magazine covers.

He wears a long handmade trench coat, his facial features are still tough, and a slight frown can give birth to a shocking majesty.

"Mr. Fu, outsiders have rumored that you and Miss Yin have reunited, I wonder if this news is true?" This is the Nth time that the host has brought the topic to Fu Zichen's feelings.

Of course, this is also the most concerned issue for women in Jiangcheng.

After listening to the host's question, Fu Zichen's fingers on his lap flicked lightly, and after a short silence, it was still the simple four words, "I don't advise." ”

The low and mellow voice resounded through the studio hall, and the originally silent crowd sighed one after another, and the host just covered up his embarrassed face, "It seems that Mr. Fu is very protective of his life privacy, does this mean that Mr. Fu is very protective of his own woman, and he is afraid that the sight and chase of the masses will affect your woman's daily life?" ”

Fu Zichen's face was quite approachable a second ago, but after the host asked this sentence, his cold facial features instantly glowed with a cold air in the flash.

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't seem necessary to go ahead with this interview." After speaking, Fu Zichen stood up, habitually twisted his tie with both hands, and his handsome eyebrows frowned to scare the audience and staff into silence.

None of the media reporters who were still vying to take pictures dared to make extra moves, and Fu Zichen was in this strange silence, his long legs wrapped in trousers stepped out, and under the protection of special assistants and bodyguards, he walked towards the closed door of the studio.

Fu Zichen's side face was as indifferent as an ice sculpture, and during the time he got up to leave, no one in the studio made a sound.

Tang Luoran was lying in the misty bathtub with his eyes closed, his snow-white skin stretched like a white lotus under the water, and he thought of the scene when Fu Zichen left from the studio, and his palm holding the bath towel was sweaty.

The hidden marriage or secret love of stars in the entertainment industry is often afraid that public opinion will affect the daily life of their lovers.

However, this can never happen to Fu Zichen.

He didn't mention his marriage because of three words - don't care.

For Fu Zichen, this marriage was just a victim of a transaction, a victory after her Tang Luoran calculated everything, so he ignored, disgusted, and even spit on it.

What the host said really stepped on Fu Zichen's minefield, no wonder he was so angry.

Tang Luoran's wet hair dripped water, and her whole body relaxed, slowly sinking her whole body to the bottom......