Chapter 26: Contractual marriage (24)

Black and white.
Under the icy light, it was so clear that it could almost sting people's eyes.
"..." After a moment of silence, Gu Xichao reached out and took the divorce agreement.
His gaze fell on the two characters Jiang Ruan, dragons and phoenix dancing, almost penetrating the handwriting on the back of the paper.
The man's thin lips pressed tightly, his white fingertips pressed slightly.
He just sat like this, motionless, as if he had become a cold jade sculpture, with no expression on his fair and beautiful face.
I don't know how long it took.
The man looked at the divorce agreement, curled his lips mockingly, and then tore it to pieces.
Snow White's fingertips pressed slightly and moved slowly.
Divorce agreement that has not been notarized.
Don't count.
...
late at night.
The imperial capital outside the window has faded from the day-to-day prosperity, and what remains is the loneliness and loneliness after the prosperity.
Pedestrians are getting fewer and fewer, and the wind blowing city brings a hint of chill.
Gu Xichao stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom, half leaning against the door frame, her slender legs slightly bent, and the ends of her hair messed up by the wind.
The man's fingertips were shining with stars, it was a long thin smoke with complicated patterns engraved on it.
He doesn't smoke often, and occasionally touches him when he is upset.
For example now.
Gu Xichao's phone stuck on a page.
The light on the screen of the mobile phone is particularly clear and abrupt in the dim night.
It was a document sent by Gu Xichao's special assistance.
The densely packed words were finally fixed on the words Jiang Ruan.
The man's deep blue eyes drooped slightly, and a few traces of self-deprecating flashed through them.
He still didn't control it and checked her information.
Jiang Ruan, his wife.
She has been a charming young lady since she was a child, and she is innocent and innocent. The only thing she has done in so many years is that she likes that bartender.
What a favorite...
Then she should really want to get a divorce, right?
The man squeezed the phone's fingertips and slowly tightened, the fingertips were almost white.
the next day.
As it approached noon, Jiang Ruan woke up leisurely.
Recalling the good things she did last night, the woman's fair and beautiful face looked complicated.
Fuck.
How can she go drunk crazy?
Jiang Ruan cursed secretly, and she stretched out her white fingertips and rubbed her eyebrows.
Headache is splitting.
How does this make her face Gu Xichao?
Jiang Ruan wanted to cry without tears, mainly because he felt ashamed and embarrassed.
...Forget it, pretend not to remember.
Anyway, drunk fragments are normal.
Out of the bedroom door.
Jiang Ruan saw Gu Xichao sitting on the sofa at a glance.
The man in the snow-white shirt is very beautiful, with a pair of gold glasses on the bridge of his nose, which adds a bit of bookiness to him.
A gentleman is like jade, pure and elegant.
Jiang Ruan was in a trance.
This scene is a bit familiar.
I remember that when she woke up, she saw Gu Xichao like this.
The same noon after the hangover, the same place, the same...people.
"Woke up?"
The man's low magnetic voice sounded, interrupting Jiang Ruan's thoughts.
She recovered, nodded towards Gu Xichao, her red lips lightly opened.
"Um... was I drunk yesterday? I really trouble you."
Her tone was tentative, cautious, and it sounded like a little apologetic.
With that, Jiang Ruan smiled embarrassedly at Gu Xichao.
System 677 in the void watched his host's performance, dumbfounded.
"..."
Pass cigarettes to the boss.
Gu Xichao curled the corners of her lips distancingly, and said quietly, "It's okay."
Neither of them was talkative, and at this time, the atmosphere was a bit awkward and silent.
At the right time, Gu Xichao left, saying that something was going on.
Jiang Ruan was also happy to see this.
Suddenly I feel that the air is not so depressed~
She went back to the bedroom happily.
Then, Jiang Ruan discovered something unexpectedly.
The divorce agreement she signed was thrown in the trash can.
Torn to pieces.