Luo Nanchu reached out and took the coffee, held it in the palm of his hand and lowered his head to take a sip.

"Something happened, but it was resolved. Out of the way, don't worry. ”

Hua Rong smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and the two of them sat in the café and chatted.

The leisurely afternoon sunlight spilled down from the transparent glass window, and Luo Nanchu's eyes fell on Huarong's ring finger as if nothing.

She raised her head and accidentally met Hua Rong's gaze, and saw Hua Rong looking at her with a smile.

She was caught upright, and she couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, Hua Rong smiled and said: "If you have anything you want to ask, just ask, be polite to me." ”

She is down-to-earth and generous.

"What's wrong with you and Feng Jin?" Luo Nanchu was not very polite, and asked directly.

Hua Rong's fingers rubbed the ring marks on his ring finger, and said with a smile: "I'm divorcing him, I'm really tired, and I don't plan to make do with him." ”

Luo Nanchu was stunned for a moment, remembering that Hua Rong was also sitting in the café a year ago, and said to her with a smile: "I have known him for decades, and I even know how old he is when he starts to grow hair, if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it, and there's nothing I can do." But since I'm married, he's my person, so it doesn't matter if I like it or not. ”

So at the end of the day, there's still a so-called one, right......

The feelings gradually disappeared in the torture of each other, and a stubborn and strong woman like Hua Rong finally chose to divorce Feng Jin to preserve her dignity.

Hua Rong looked at her silent appearance, smiled, and stretched out her hand to caress Luo Nanchu's pale and delicate cheeks: "It seems that there are few happy women around us." It seems that there is some truth to the saying that like gathers like. ”

The news of Fu Tingyuan's upcoming engagement is known to the whole world, and it is impossible for Hua Rong not to receive the news.

However, her memory is probably only stuck in the time when she broke up with Fu Tingyuan the previous year, and she didn't know what happened to her in the UK.

Luo Nanchu also felt that there was nothing to tell outsiders about this kind of private matter.

Hua Rong took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag, handed her a cigarette, and asked her, "Do you want it?" ”

Luo Nanchu shook his head: "No." "She's pumped enough when she's home alone.

Hua Rong didn't force it, leaned over there and lit a lady's light cigarette, squinting her eyes to bask in the sun.

The sun fell on her face, making her look a little pale. There was a calm enjoyment and elegant languidness between her eyebrows, all of which made her look different from ordinary women.

Hua Rong is not the kind of woman who is pretty, but she has temperament and style, so that all women stand by her side and are set off by her powerful aura as a foil.

Men probably don't like such a strong woman.

But Luo Nanchu felt that it was just that some men were not worthy of her.

She held her cheeks and looked at the flowers, beside her, she would feel very relieved, as if the sky was falling, she would be holding her up.

It's like she didn't say anything now, but the two of them sitting facing each other made her heart, which was out of control because of Fu Tingyuan's arrival, gradually calm down.

Sometimes she is really envious of the flowers.

When will she become as strong and calm as she is?

The calm elegance of her is something she can't learn in her life.

She always messes herself up emotionally.