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Chapter 114 I Can't Restrain It Well, I Want To Give Himself To Him(2/2)

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Go out, eat some food, and then drink some medicine. I'm leaving!"

Fu Yanye said again.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He really left without looking back.

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but glance at the people in the bedroom after he left. She didn't know why Zhuo Jian had tears in her eyes at this time.

Zhuo Jian just felt a pain in her heart.

Is she embarrassed?

It’s just that I haven’t eaten well recently, so my skin looks a little bad, right?

Later, the two women were eating breakfast cooked by Fu Yanye together. Ouyang Ping couldn't help but ask: "Do you really want to divorce him? He has good looks and power, can make money, and can cook. Such a peerless good man, you

If you miss it, you will never find it again.”

"But he's not single-minded."

Zhuo Jian's voice was a little hoarse.

Ouyang Ping sighed when she heard this and muttered: "That's true!"

"But I still think it's a pity to give up. Can't you just turn a blind eye?"

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but continue to ask.

"If it were you, could you?"

"..."

Ouyang Ping thought for a while, she couldn't.

So after dinner, when Zhuo Jian was taking medicine, she made the final decision with Zhuo Jian: "Then I will ask my father to help you sue him? Divorce?"

"Um!"

Zhuo Jian nodded.

"Hey! I always feel that you two won't have to go to court. Can you really not discuss it?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian smiled bitterly.

——

It started to rain again in the evening. Zhuo Jian sat in the restaurant and looked at the temperature on the thermometer, which was thirty-nine degrees, and sighed helplessly.

It started to rain again outside, and she heard the door being pushed open from the outside again.

Only the restaurant had the lights on and it was pitch dark, but she still saw him as soon as he walked in.

Fu Yan saw the lights in the restaurant were on at night and went directly to the restaurant. Seeing her dull eyes looking at him, he put down the things in his hands and walked over. He put his cold hands on her forehead: "Why is it still so hot? It's delicious.

Medicine?"

"Fu Yanye, why are you here again?"

She asked weakly.

His hands were so cold that she almost couldn't restrain herself and threw herself to him.


Chapter completed!
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