Then?

"Then she hung up the phone." Xu Feng said the truth.

Bo Yehan raised his eyes and looked at him.

But Xu Feng didn't see what he meant.

Not long after, Bo Yehan got up.

He took the blazer on the hanger next to him, and while wearing it, he hooked his fingers up the car keys on the table.

Is this...going?

Xu Feng's mind had just turned these words out. The next second, the office door had already opened and closed in front of him, leaving only the swaying back and forth.

Bo Yehan went to the parking lot. He just got on the asphalt road when the car drove out and stepped on the accelerator.

Maybach's performance was very good. He suddenly felt that the car body did not make a violent restlessness.

This time period is not at all rush hour, and the pedestrians on the road are very leisurely.

So countless passers-by saw a domineering black luxury car, and with a sound of a whistle, raising a piece of smoke.

Bo Yehan accelerated uncontrollably, and there seemed to be a kind of force in his body rushing everywhere, with the willful noise but nowhere to vent.

It was usually about half an hour's drive, but this time it was less than twenty minutes away.

Bo Yehan's car stopped by the side of the road, slapped the steering wheel with both hands, closed his eyes hard, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and then opened the car door.

Lu Man must have been near Butterfly Garden before, because she had already arrived.

Before Bo Yehan walked a few steps, he saw her leaning against the window drinking coffee.

In late autumn, the red maple is as bright as fire, and it is the most beautiful time.

The breeze blew, and a rustling whirlpool, and maple leaves slid down from the wind, like slow motion in the movie.

Bo Yehan paused slightly, and his gray eyes looked at the scene quietly.

The maple leaves are like fire, but not as red lips as Lu Man.

A sentence flashed through his mind quickly, and Bo Yehan closed his eyebrows almost inauspiciously, without delaying any more, he pushed the door and walked in.

The wind chimes at the door jingled, bringing a gust of wind through the hall.

Lu Man looked up and quietly watched Bo Yehan walking towards her.

She glanced at his hand and nothing was there.

When she sat down, Bo Yehan seemed to see the gaze she had just looked at, and said coldly: "I didn't sign."

As expected.

Lu Man's lips and tongue moved, and his eyes slightly condensed.

She looked at Bo Yehan's hand on the edge of the table, but in fact she just glanced at it casually and her eyes fell on it.

He is slender and powerful, and you can see several cocoons on his fingertips, which should be the traces he left when he joined the army.

Lu Man looked quietly for two seconds, then looked at his face, his voice extremely calm: "So, we'll see you in court then."

In such a huge cafe, there are not many customers during this period.

They sat opposite each other and didn't speak loudly.

Lu Man felt that the sound in her ears had receded at this time. She looked at Bo Yehan calmly, waiting for his response.

The first time he received the agreement, he did not furiously move out Han Jiang to deal with her, but calmly asked her to come out to meet her.

What did he want to say?

Bo Yehan was silent for two minutes. During these two minutes, no one spoke, and no expression on his face.

A random move may reveal your true thoughts.

So both of them were particularly cautious and expressionless.

Two minutes later, Bo Yehan took out a box of cigarettes and smoked one from it.

"Have you thought about it?" He clamped the cigarette between his fingertips, but did not ignite it.

Lu Man's eyes fell on his hands again along the smoke.

The skin color of the smoke is slightly yellower than other places, probably because of the frequent use of cigarettes.

She didn't speak.

So Bo Yehan rubbed the unlit cigarette with his fingers and said again: "I want to regret it, but it's still time."

This sentence is plain, but it inevitably has the meaning of threat and intimidation.

Lu Man's eyes suddenly moved up from his hands and soon met his sight.

The deep area is as blue as autumn fog, and as calm as the deep sea.

But the deep sea is cold after all, just like his words.

Bo Yehan opened his thin lips lightly and continued, "I gave you a chance, Lu Man, you know, winter melon cannot be without his father."

Lu Man's face remained motionless.

"So what?" she said, her voice also fluctuating.

Bo Yehan's smoke finally lit up, and with the smoke rising, his slightly raised eyebrows.

His voice seemed to be blocked by the misty smoke, which seemed a little unreal: "Every word I say now is sincere. You know, I have been missing him for many years. For the sake of the good of my child, you are sure

, Can this lawsuit be fought?"

"Of course, there is another important point, you have no chance of winning. I believe you are not so naive. You can't move any water if you hit a stone with an egg."

He paused, and the picture seemed to be silent for a few seconds.

There were a few smogs between the two, both of which were so unreal.

The rising smoke was also the best concealment weapon, and Lu Man finally showed some emotion in his eyes.

Bo Yehan took a puff of cigarettes and said his last sentence: "Are you really willing to let the young man suffer such harm?"

As he finished speaking, Lu Man curled his lips in a serious atmosphere.

Her smile was extremely bright, her red lips were dazzling, and the stars in her eyes reminded Bo Yehan again of the maple leaves outside the door just now.

It seems to be just her foil.

Lu Man's low laughter was even more pleasant than the wind chime. She smiled enough. The corners of her lips slightly closed and asked indifferently: "So what does Mr. Bo mean? Don't you divorce?"

Lu Man said, realizing that the emotions in his heart were a little overdue.

She reached for the coffee cup, trying to relieve herself by taking action.

But she couldn't help it.

The coffee cup that she had just reached was pushed away by her again. Lu Man lowered his eyes, and his eyes were covered by his eyes: "I want to ask Mr. Bo to figure it out. Now, it's not that I want to do this, but that you have been forcing me.

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She remembered the Han Jiang whom she saw accidentally, and the news that Bo ordered Han Jiang to stay in Liangcheng on call recently.

"We are safe, aren't it good?" Lu Man shook her head, her voice low and as if she was just saying it to herself: "But no, you've been forcing me."

Bo Yehan looked at her silently.

The distance between them was only one arm, but I still couldn't see her clearly.

The cigarette butt was held by him and put it aside. He only took a sip, but the chaotic smoke seemed to remain in his heart, making his heart even more confused.

The word "divorce" was mentioned again from her, and he was inexplicably irritable.

But Bo Yehan couldn't find a reason to be depressed and irritable.

Isn't this what he always wanted?

The divorce six years ago ended up in vain. Now it’s so formal, so late, he should be relieved.
Chapter completed!