On the day Shen Ruochu and Jing Yan divorced, it was just in time to cool down.

When the little north wind blows, it is called a heart-chilling one.

The two came out of the Civil Affairs Bureau one after the other. She walked down the steps unhurriedly, looking down at the little red book in her hand.

It turns out that the divorce certificate is not green, but also red.

The red one is quite festive. It is...... It's kind of fucking glaring.

She took a deep breath, and when she looked back at the tall and straight man behind her, she was already smiling, "Goodbye Chairman Jingda, I wish you a happy single!" After speaking, he quickened his pace, and seemed to be a little angry.

As a result, the two-inch heel stumbled up the steps, slipped under his feet and slid straight down.

A sudden burst of force from her arm pulled her back.

Shen Ruochu took the risk of stabilizing his body and avoiding the bad luck of rolling the stairs. The heart that mentioned the throat and eyes flickered back into place.

This situation seems somewhat familiar.

As she looked back at him again, the man behind her withdrew his hand.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just nodded at her, "I'm leaving, you take care." Then he walked briskly down the steps.

The black Cadillac walked away and disappeared from her sight.

Another cool breeze blew, and she looked at the fallen leaves on the street corner that were tossed in the wind, and finally her face was full of tears.

Shen Ruochu remembered that midsummer three years ago.

She skipped two classes in the afternoon and ran to the office to find Shen Xingzhi to go horseback riding in the suburbs, but she didn't want to catch up with a downpour. More than ten meters away, running from the bus stop to the bottom of the steps has been photographed as a soup chicken.

It was as if she had a spring on the soles of her feet, and she jumped up one step at a time.

The sandals slipped on the marble steps in the rain, and she fell backwards.

Screaming and drowning in the rain, Shen Ruochu thought that she was going to fall if she didn't die, and she even arranged a landing posture for herself.

However, in the next second, a pair of powerful arms firmly caught her.

It took Shen Ruochu more than ten seconds to recover from the shock.

She straightened up and looked back to see that her savior was a tall, handsome man. The proper black suit was worn on him, and he was indescribably handsome.

The driver helped him with an umbrella behind him. His sleeves and placket had been soaked in the rain because he had saved her, but he didn't have a trace of embarrassment.

His lips are thin, his expression is slightly cold, and his inky black eyes always give people a bottomless feeling.

Shen Ruochu suddenly felt as if he had been hit by something. Then, she clearly heard a voice in her head: Hey, Shen Ruochu, it's him!

She said "thank you" to him three times in one breath, and cheekily asked for his name and phone number in the name of thanks.

But he just said "no", and passed by her indifferently.

Later, Shen Ruochu still learned from her brother that this person's name was Jing Yan, the founder of Huajing Group, and also her father's customer.

Later, she met him on the cover of the monthly financial weekly in City B. The journal is still treasured by her, and next to the handsome photo of the man, she is marked with her delicate small print...... Male god.

It's just that at this point, it's all too ironic.

In fact, she really wrote the wrong word and marked the wrong place at the beginning, she shouldn't have written the male god on his photo, she should have written "cheap" on the top of her head!