One of the largest hotels in Yedu, the Orange Peninsula.

Presidential Suite.

Hu Qingsi was wearing silk pajamas and sitting on a chair, looking very leisurely.

Fu'er stood aside.

"Master, the divorce between Lu Xiaomu and Ye Liting seems to have been put on hold for the time being, and there is no movement."

Hu Qingsi twisted his eyebrows.

"Reason"

"This, my subordinates only know that the Civil Affairs Bureau has been closed for two days."

Hu Qingsi stood up, picked up a cigarette on the table next to him, lit it very skillfully, and took a puff close to the red lips.

"The Civil Affairs Bureau is closed, except for Ye Liting, no one has the right, he just doesn't want to leave."

Fu'er didn't speak, just stood quietly.

"Go, add fire to them, and they didn't leave, because the fire didn't arrive." The corners of her lips curled with a wicked smile.

Fu'er twisted her eyebrows.

"My subordinates don't know."

Hu Qingsi glanced at her, and then gently hooked her fingers.

Fu'er leaned down very obediently, leaned over her ears, and after Hu Qingsi whispered a few words in her ear, she nodded and got up.

Preparing to leave, Hu Qingsi said suddenly.

"Fu'er."

Fu'er looked back.

"Master, is there anything else you have to order?"

Hu Qingsi stared at her for a few seconds and said.

"Do you really like that kid?"

A faint sadness suddenly flashed in Fu'er's eyes.

"No, Fu'er has forgotten him."

Hu Qingsi looked at her and nodded.

"That's good."

Fu'er nodded, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

1 a.m.

At the door of Lu's house.

The black Maybach stopped at the gate, and in the car, those deep eyes stared at the second floor.

Even if he looked at her from afar, he felt that she was by his side.

He grabbed his phone and sent her a message.

"Baby, I'll always be there for you, call me if anything."

Lu Xiaomu, who had been lying on the bed and had not fallen asleep, saw this information, and the first thing that came to mind was that he was coming.

She jumped out of bed without shoes, and hurried to the window.

He opened the curtains and looked at the familiar Maybach parked outside the gate from a distance.

Her heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and it hurt tightly.

What is he doing this big night and not sleeping, what are you doing here, stupid.

She sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out the door.

If it were before, at this moment, they were hugging each other on the bed, saying those soft love words.

Lu Xiaomu thought about it, and his eyes instantly turned a little red.

How nice it would be if there weren't any of these things

She took her phone and gave him back.

"Go back, it's cold outside."

Ye Li Tinghui.

"It's not cold, I have my little things in my heart, like a small brazier."

Lu Xiaomu laughed bitterly.

When did he learn these rhetoric, since this is the case.

Why do this to her, and then torture her heart like this.

After her heart softened a little inexplicably, another little person suddenly reminded her.

The existence of Hu Qingsi's woman, as well as the cause of her mother's death, and the secret of the third floor of Jingyuan.

Everything, like a thorn, stuck in her throat, she couldn't spit it out, and she swallowed it, not to mention how much it hurt.

Lan Jueming's message was sent immediately.

"Mu, go to bed early, don't forget the Civil Affairs Bureau early tomorrow morning."

Seeing this information, all the good things in Lu Xiaomu's heart disappeared at once.

yes, they're going to have to get a divorce after all, aren't they?