As soon as Gu Yanshen's voice fell, Mu Wange couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and the big stone that had been pressing on her chest moved most of it away.

Knowing that she didn't have to have an intimate relationship with a strange man was really unexpected good news for Mu Wange, and the emotions that had been tense were also relaxed a lot.

Gu Yanshen looked at Mu Wange's overly obvious emotional changes, a trace of displeasure flashed on the expressionless Jun face, which was caught by Mu Wange who looked up, thinking that he was impatient because of his own questioning, so he immediately sat up straight and said quickly: "I'm fine." ”

This time, Gu Yanshen didn't answer her directly, but called the man with glasses who had just left to come in.

"Mr. Gu."

"According to this plan, it is planned to be brought in."

Gu Yanshen's people were very efficient, and a few minutes later, two prenuptial agreements were placed in front of the two.

Gu Yanshen took the fountain pen and brushed it and wrote his name on both copies, neatly.

After signing, the prenuptial agreement was pushed in front of Mu Wange.

The singer of Muwan held the pen and looked at the three words of Gu Yanshen signed by Party A's signature forcefully, and his eyes moved to Party B side by side, and he stopped when he was about to put down the pen.

At the moment when I actually signed, thousands of complicated emotions still surged in my heart, and my eyes were a little blurry.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the boy took a straw ring woven by himself and put it on the ring finger of a girl who had just turned eighteen, and the two promised each other that they would not marry or marry.

Promises are like bubbles, beautiful, but fragile. The young man has climbed the high branch to marry another, and the young girl has already married a wife.

Mu Wange wrote her name one by one, and when she was about to make the last stroke, she couldn't help but scan the mobile phone that was put aside. The screen went black, and the last stroke of the hand fell.

"Let's go."

The man's voice sounded from the top of his head, Mu Wange came back to his senses, looked up at Gu Yanshen in a smooth voice, his eyes were a little red, and he subconsciously asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Civil Evidence Bureau."

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The Orange Age

Mu Wange was packing up her things when there was a knock on the door outside. I opened the door and saw my friend Bai Chuchen standing outside, holding a newspaper in his hand, and swept in with a gust of wind.

"Little pigeon, have you seen the newspaper, what kind of Chinese daughter is Xi Nancheng going to marry in country M. This scumbag, what else did he say to help his aunt raise surgery fees, and the true hypocrisy of stepping on a horse. He has the ability not to appear in front of me, I saw him hit him once and again, and I was angry with my mother. Little pigeon, don't be sad, I'm still here, sisters. We don't deserve to shed a tear for that kind of slut, come, hug. ”

Bai Chuchen finished saying it like a serial cannon, and opened his arms to give Mu Wange a loving hug.

I have always felt that two people don't need love when they are together, as long as they are together, the word love is the most unreliable in the world.

She also thought that Xi Nancheng and the little pigeon were different, after all, Xi Nancheng was so good to the little pigeon. I didn't expect it, but it was just a catastrophe to fly separately, I didn't want to be dragged down, I didn't want to be dragged down, and I lied and said that I would raise the cost of the operation and let the pigeons wait, and the result? This deception is more disgusting than simply abandoning the pigeon. The favorability of Xi Nancheng was directly reduced to negative by the scum he did.

"What are you doing here? Where are you going? Did you know it yesterday, and now you are going to country M to find that scumbag and ask clearly? I'll go with you, what time is your ticket, I'll book the ticket now. ”

Bai Chuchen looked at the two packed luggage piled up on the ground, and he was very mobile, saying that he had booked a plane ticket, and his mobile phone had been taken out.

When he opened the booking software, he screamed again: "I don't have a visa, Emma, is it too late for me to do it now?" It's definitely too late, or I'm smuggling over? ”

"Alright."

Mu Wange was still a little depressed, and was amused by her friend's serious self-questioning and self-answering.

"Seriously, I'm serious."

"Yes, yes, you're serious. But Miss Bai, I'm not going to country M. ”

"Ah, why don't you go to country M and you have nothing to do with your luggage, you want to move?"

"Hmm."

Mu Wange took Bai Chuchen's hand and gave her the answer before she opened her mouth again to continue to ask: "Move to me...... Husband's residence. ”