Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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"Master." The maid called out respectfully.

Fu Qinglun wore a black coat with a black business vest and a white shirt. He pulled out his long legs and went into the living room. He passed the briefcase in his hand to the maid, and then his deep cold eyes came over here. .

He glanced at Rong Rong on the carpet, Mrs. Fu, maybe he felt the dark smoke, so he frowned calmly for the good-looking sword eyebrows, and then his eyes fell on Lin Shizhen.

He looked her up and down, and soon saw the scar on her slender wrist, the outline of the handsome facial features sank suddenly, and he strode over.

"What's wrong?" He stretched out his fair and clean grasp of Lin Shi's soft and boneless hand, and asked calmly.

Lin Shizhen shook his head, "It's all right."

If Fu Qinglun's cold eyes glanced toward Rongrong, the eyes were sharp and gloomy, with a strong aura.

Rong Rong sat on the carpet alone, and she didn't feel any pain when she put her nails in her hands.

She was defeated in this play.

Lin Shizheng succeeded in holding the hearts of Mrs. Fu and Fu Qinglun in a small gesture, which was really great.

This woman looked very cold on the surface, and was a bit indifferent to the fireworks on earth, but in fact she knew everything. Her beautiful apricot eyes clearly reflected the ugliness of this world, and her exquisite heart made everyone face She saw everything clearly, but she didn't say it.

If anyone dared to hit her, she would double it.

Rong Rong is extremely embarrassed, and now she is unhappy with Fu Qinglunsen, and she also has a warning gaze. She is even more aggrieved.

"Brother Qinglun." She called.

Mrs. Fu guessed roughly, Rong Rong falsely framed Shi Yun, but Rong Rong was her biological daughter, so she looked at Fu Qinglun, "Qing Lun, are you back?"

She has been raising this son for 27 years.

Hearing Mrs. Fu calling herself, Fu Qinglun retracted her gaze from Rong Rong. He looked at Mrs. Fu and said, "Mom."

Lin Shizhen withdrew his little hand and turned around. Qingli Xingmu looked at Mrs. Fu and suddenly asked, "Mom, you told me before that Qing Lun had a nickname when she was a kid, like a girl's name, then What is it? "

Lin Shizhen suddenly asked this question, and he did not shy away.

Fu Qinglun's tall and erect body suddenly froze. She did not expect that she would ask this question, or in front of him.

"Shi Yan, why do you think of asking this, Qinglun's nickname is Zijun." Madam Fu replied.

Zijun.

With these two words falling, Fu Qinglun's eyes were tightly locked on Lin Shizhen's beautiful face.

Lin Shi trembled his slender eyelashes like a fan, and he was indeed a gentleman.

She said nothing and pulled away her thin legs and left here.

"Shishi ..." the man called her behind.

"Brother Qing Lun, I'm in pain. Can you help me?" Rong Rong entangled Fu Qing Lun again.

Lin Shimao didn't stop. She left Fu's mansion and came to the street.

The cold evening wind was shaking her seaweed-like hair, and at this moment a melodious ringtone of the mobile phone rang, and she called.

Take out the phone and press the light fingers to switch on, "Hey."

"Shishi, where are you now? I'll come to you." Fu Qinglun's magnetic voice filled her eardrums with a bit of anxious husky.

He has come out to look for her.

Fu Qinglun's tall and erect body stood on the street, holding his mobile phone in his big white palm. He looked around at the neon lights of the city. The silhouette was hurried, but there was no one he was looking for.

He pulled out his long legs and continued to search.

At this moment, the woman's clear voice passed slowly, "Fu Qinglun, are you Zijun?"

Fu Qinglun, are you Zijun?

Is it Zijun who has been communicating with her for three years with an exercise question?

Is it the son of her "Legend"?

Fu Qinglun stopped slowly, his handsome eyelids fluttered. He did not expect that the two knew each other in such a hurried situation, the time was not right, and the place was not right.

"Well, I am." He nodded gently.

The other side was silent, and suddenly no sound was heard, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Shishi," he lowered his voice and called her name, with thousands of words in his throat, and wanted to say to her, "I ..."

"Fu Qinglun," the woman interrupted him slightly. "Tomorrow, at eight in the morning, I'll wait for you outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, and we'll get a divorce certificate."

Let's get a divorce certificate ...

This sentence exploded in Fu Qinglun's ear. His tall and erect body was stiff, and his handsome eyebrows were filled with haze. She still wanted to divorce him.

Even if he is Zijun.

"Shishi, are we really going to divorce? Can't you really give me a chance?" He asked dumbly.

There was a silence for a few seconds at the end, "Fu Qinglun, our marriage is the beginning of a mistake. Let's end this mistake now."

Fu Qinglun froze in place. He lowered his handsome eyelids, held his mobile phone tightly with a white and clean palm, and squeezed his bones and joints to pale. Her mind was determined. What would he do to keep her?

It was he who forced her to stay with him. He thought he could keep her forever, but he couldn't.

A sense of weakness and desolation pervaded his mind, his throat was astringent, and he shifted his scarlet thin lips. In the end, thousands of words were replaced with one word. Fu Qinglun heard his husky voice, "Okay. "

OK, then divorce.

Set her free.

...

Early the next morning, the Civil Affairs Bureau was outside.

Lin Shizhen stood at the door, when she saw a Bentley stop, the door of the driver's seat opened, and Fu Qinglun arrived.

"Are things carried?" Lin Shizhen asked.

Fu Qinglun looked at the small beautiful face with a big slap in front of him, and slowly nodded, "Bring it."

"Then let's go in." Lin Shizhen pulled his thin legs and went up the steps.

Fu Qinglun looked at her pretty decisive back, bitterness in her mouth, she and he had reached the point where she had nothing to say, and she was so anxious to divorce him.

Is he about to lose her?

After entering this civil affairs bureau, she is no longer his wife Fu.

Fu Qinglun poked out a fair and clean palm, and suddenly clasped her slender wrist.

Lin Shizhen was forced to stop, she looked back at the man, "Fu Shao, what's wrong?"

Fu Qinglun evoked crimson thin lips, and a handsome soft eyebrow wagged in his handsome eyebrows. "Shi Shi, I suddenly remembered that we didn't have a honeymoon when we got married. We might as well make a honeymoon trip before divorce. . "

Honeymoon?

Lin Shizhen slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Shishi, I agree to divorce you, but before my divorce, go honeymoon with me and give me three days, just three days, three days later at eight in the morning, we will get a divorce certificate."