"If I say someone, is it a kind of revenge against you?" Fang Ziqin pulled away her messy hair, casually draped it on the back of her head, and said.

After finishing speaking, she looked at Zhou Zhan deeply.

The man's face was calm, and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

Fang Ziqin continued: "Now is the coldest season, I heard that the four seasons are like spring over there, and I want to go over to avoid the cold." ”

Zhou Zhan shook off the cigarette ash on his fingertips, and he asked, "I heard that Chen Shaochen is also in Cloud City?" ”

"Really?"

When she heard the name again, she couldn't help but feel a little strange in her heart.

Especially at such a time and place, it always feels strange to talk about the ex.

"Aren't you in touch with him?"

"Nope." She said.

Zhou Zhan sat on the side facing the floor-to-ceiling window, the dim light of the street lamp projected along his broad shoulders on the side face, and the resolute outline line appeared particularly soft.

Fang Ziqin has always felt that he is terrible, probably because this man behaves vigorously and decisively.

It gives the impression of leaving no stone unturned.

When the cigarette burned to his fingertips, Zhou Zhan rubbed the cigarette butt into the ashtray with a little force.

"A few days ago, I went to Shanghai to meet a friend, and I met him in the hotel and chatted a few words, he mentioned that he was in Yuncheng, and asked me something about you."

I don't know if she is nervous, or if Zhou Zhan really deliberately broke something.

Fang Ziqin always felt that he couldn't hear the words of joy and anger, but there was a kind of irony.

"Really?"

Zhou Zhan chuckled: "Aren't you curious what he asked you?" ”

To say that the previous sentence was that she was suspicious, this sentence is a hint of Chi Guoguo's hidden meaning.

Fang Ziqin seemed to think seriously for a few seconds, and asked him in a loud voice, "What did he ask?" ”

"I can see that he still has no feelings for you."

Zhou Zhan's eyebrows twitched, his jaw was slightly tense, and he spoke with a bit of laziness.

It is undeniable that Chen Shaochen is still a thorn in her heart, and it doesn't hurt when no one provokes it.

However, if someone touches her, it will prick her uncomfortably.

"Aren't you all the same men! Eating the bowl and looking outside, I don't cherish it when I get it, and I regret it after I lose it. ”

"Don't talk about him, talk about us!"

Fang Ziqin pretended to be serious and asked rhetorically: "What do we have to say?" ”

In the past, they were husband and wife and did not interfere with each other.

Now that the marriage is broken and the person is separated, he takes his Yangguan Road, and she crosses her single-plank bridge.

It seems that there really is nothing to say.

Hearing this, Zhou Zhan said "oh": "It seems that you are quite disappointed?" ”

The corners of Fang Ziqin's lips rose, as if mocking: "I can't talk about disappointment, in fact, I don't lose at all, I get half of the Pangu family after one year of marriage, if it can be exchanged, I don't know how many women are eager for it!" ”

Zhou Zhan lifted his eyelids: "That's not what I'm talking about, it's me." ”

"At least you gave me enough freedom during the marriage, and you also achieved non-interference in the prenuptial agreement." She lazily replied to him.

Zhou Zhan turned his head to look at her: "Figured it out?" ”

"Hmm!" She nodded.

He took a brown paper bag from a drawer, pressed it on the table, and pushed it in front of her.

Zhou Zhan's slender fingers were withdrawn, and Fang Ziqin also saw the words on it clearly, and the equity transfer letter and divorce agreement were written on the fresh white and neat paper.

His name is on the signature of Party A, and the pen is strong and powerful.

Just like his usual style, sharp and decisive.

Fang Ziqin picked up the pen and brushed the two at Party B.

As she put her pen away, Zhou Zhan asked, "Where are you going?" ”

"Go back to the apartment." Afraid that he would misunderstand, she also added: "Clean up your things." ”

Zhou Zhan got up, pinched the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and glanced out the window: "Do you want me to ask the driver to send you?" ”