Chapter 1, Let’s get a divorce
Ten fifty.
There are still ten minutes until Mu Jingbei arrives at the business park.
Ten minutes later he will walk into the room and ask in a distant tone: "Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Then he will take off his tie and do his own thing.
Three years ago.
He remains unchanged.
Luo Jiu's patience was also exhausted. She hid the divorce agreement she had prepared early in the morning, forced a standard gentle smile in front of the mirror, and waited for her husband to return home.
Very fast.
The door was pushed open.
Mu Jingbei appeared in Luo Jiu's sight on time. Before he could be polite as usual, Luo Jiu walked over first, half-crouched in front of him, put on his slippers, as if he were a good wife, "You are back, have you been busy recently?"
Faced with Luo Jiu's inquiry, Mu Jingbei turned a deaf ear.
She has long been used to this kind of indifference.
Wait for her to stand up.
Mu Jingbei was already tugging on his tie. Luo Jiu patiently helped him untie it and smoothly took the expensive fabric from his neck. His fingers brushed against the collar of his snow-white shirt. There was a small patch of earth-colored eye shadow on it. It was very faint and not as blatant as a lip print.
If she hadn’t personally helped him take off his tie, she wouldn’t have seen it at all.
Seeing her slightly stunned, Mu Jingbei asked calmly, "What?"
"No," Luo Jiu smiled and shook her head, "It's nothing."
Mu Jingbei didn't want to go into details, so he sided away and walked to the bathroom silently and coldly.
turned on the light.
The hot water inside has been put in.
No need to ask more, Luo Jiu has prepared these in advance.
In the eyes of outsiders, she is Mu Jingbei's good wife. She is generous, kind-hearted, has no temper, loves him with all her heart, and can endure anything.
Because of this, Mu Jingbei accepted all her love as a matter of course, but never responded. However, he forgot how strong-tempered Luo Jiu was before marrying him.
"Ping..." The words came to her lips, and Luo Jiu swallowed the words she was about to say with difficulty. She looked over with a plain face and a faint smile, "Mu Jingbei, have you forgotten what day today is?"
There was a crack in the door.
Mu Jingbei used the toe of his shoe to open the door a little, revealing half of his profile. He was slowly unbuttoning his wrist buckle, "What day?"
"You don't remember, right?"
Or maybe he never remembered.
"What gift do you need? Let Xiao Jian give it to you tomorrow."
He did not say that he did not remember, nor did he ask what day it was. He only estimated that it was probably a memorable day. Since it was valuable, he needed a gift to accompany it.
Women, don’t they all like these formal things?
The fingertips dug into the flesh of her palms. Luo Jiu heard the amplified heartbreak in her chest. It was because of the sincerity and hard work she had put in for three years, not because of the indifferent Mu Jingbei.
Before she got married, the rich and well-dressed ladies at the party told her that Mu Jingbei was like a handful of white snow on the high mountains, shockingly cold and untouchable.
From a distance, he looks noble, proud, and arrogant. But when you get close, you will feel cold to him.
Luo Jiu does not believe in evil.
ran into it with a hot head, and ended up with a bloody head.
Taking out the divorce agreement from the mezzanine of the bookcase, Luo Jiu sat in a dark corner, writing her name one stroke at a time, organizing her thoughts, and then took out her clothes and put them on her body.
The sound outside alarmed Mu Jingbei.
He turned his face sideways, and in the scattered and swaying light, he saw his good wife, whom everyone praised, picked up a lotus-colored coat and put it on calmly.
It was only early autumn, but she actually put on a scarf and gloves, raised her head, and a hint of tiredness melted into her pupils.
Fang Luojiu smiled, so beautiful.
Mu Jingbei had a vague premonition that was not good, and this premonition came true little by little as the woman said, "Mu Jingbei, let's get a divorce."
Chapter 2, I spoiled her too much
After three years of marriage.
Luo Jiu has suffered too many grievances.
She endured them all without saying anything bad about anyone, so a title of tolerance and generosity locked her firmly.
Everyone in Yanjing City knows that Mu Jingbei has a kind wife. No matter how much he plays outside, Luo Jiu is still smiling, so Mu Jingbei still lives as casually and freely as when he was unmarried.
No one thought that one day, Luo Jiu would file for divorce.
Mu Jingbei thought he was hearing something, and frowned slightly, then returned to the previous topic, "What day is today?"
Luo Jiu's face was expressionless, "It's not important anymore."
"Who gave you a look on your face again? Xiao Sister? "
" "The divorce agreement is on the table. I have signed it. Take a look. There is no problem. Let's take some time to get the certificate." Three years ago, Mu Jingbei proposed marriage to her in the same tone, even the words and sentences were exactly the same.
Mu Jingbei was surprised and confused at the same time. He never left Luo Jiu's gate, and even when he walked out of the business park, he was occasionally called to pick him up when he was drunk. Where could he find someone to draft a divorce agreement?
Too late to study in detail.
Luo Jiu lowered her head and buttoned the buttons in front of her, and walked straight out of the room. Naturally, she looked like a tourist who came here to stay for one night. She didn't even want to leave any smell behind.
Mu Jingbei did not stop her and said calmly: "If we go back to Fang's house, I'll let Xiao Jian see you off and come back after playing for a few days. "
She even mentioned divorce, but he still didn't take it seriously. In his heart, she was such a paper tiger who could never cause any big troubles. Fang Luojiu had expected his reaction and was not surprised.
"Mr. Mu, listen carefully, I want to divorce you. It's not a separation, not a cold war, , but a divorce."
"Well, I understand, let's go back and play."
On this day, Luo Jiu realized how difficult it was to communicate with Mu Jingbei.
She had no energy to waste any more words, so she calmed down, stopped talking, and quickly left the room that suffocated her several times.
When she left, she didn't even close the door.
Mu Jingbei watched the thin figure of his obedient and well-behaved wife gradually shrink until she disappeared.
I don’t know why Luo Jiu came here suddenly.
Anyway, he was tired. He rubbed his brows. He made time for Luo Jiu and called his assistant. It was already very late and he shouldn't bother others at this time.
"Xiao Jian," the phone was connected, Mu Jingbei spoke faster, with fatigue in his voice, "What day is today?"
The person on the other end didn't know why.
I was stunned for half a second, "Wednesday...Wednesday."
"Is it an anniversary?"
This will make it half clear.
There was another half of silence, and a nagging voice came from the phone, "It's not the wedding anniversary...it's not Miss Fang's birthday either."
There was a pause.
He took a breath of air.
"Yes..."
"What is it?"
"Today is the day when Miss Fang will give Miss San a blood transfusion...I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, but I need to prepare some supplements. Send it over? "
" No wonder she was not afraid of the cold, but she wore such thick clothes, not showing an inch of skin, and she looked so weak. She was weak when she spoke. She only had the word "divorce", but what she said was so sincere and sincere.
Mu Jingbei had a headache even more, but he still said stubbornly: "No, it's just a small thing, I usually spoil her too much."
"This is my mistake."
"Why did you call her Miss Fang?"
The curve was too big, and the assistant didn't react for a while, hesitantly said: "Didn't you ask us to call her that? You said you don't like to hear us call her Mrs."
Really?
He actually forgot everything he said.
Putting away the phone, Mu Jingbei looked at the divorce agreement placed on the table. It was written in black and white and clearly organized. He glanced at the words "property distribution" and it was written clearly. Fang Luojiu didn't want any extra RV , but it costs such a huge sum of money.
Sure enough, he still thinks highly of her.
He just wanted some pocket money, so why bother to show off and promote himself? Mu Jingbei secretly wrote down the amount and threw the agreement into the trash can.
