Chapter 313 Civil Affairs Bureau, Fu Shao and Lin Meiren Get Divorce Certificates

"Master." The maid called respectfully.

Fu Qinglun wore a black coat, a black business vest and a white shirt underneath. He opened his long legs and entered the living room. He handed the briefcase in his hand to the maid, and then looked here with his deep cold eyes. .

He glanced at Rongrong and Mrs. Fu on the carpet. Maybe he felt the smoky atmosphere, so he frowned his beautiful eyebrows calmly, and then his eyes fell on Lin Shiyu.

He looked her up and down, and soon saw the pinch marks on her slender wrists. The outline of her handsome facial features suddenly sank, and he strode over.

"What's wrong?" He stretched out his white and clean big hand to grasp Lin Shiyu's soft, boneless hand, and asked calmly.

Lin Shiyu shook her head, "It's okay."

Fu Qinglun's cold eyes glanced at Rongrong with a sharp and gloomy look, carrying a powerful aura.

Rongrong sat alone on the carpet in embarrassment. She dug her nails into her palms without feeling any pain.

She failed miserably in this play.

Lin Shiyu successfully captured the hearts of Mrs. Fu and Fu Qinglun with just one small move. It was really amazing.

This woman looks very cold on the surface, a bit unworldly, but in fact she understands everything. Her clear apricot eyes clearly reflect the ugliness of the world, and her exquisite heart sees everyone's face. They all saw clearly, but she didn't say anything.

If anyone dared to bump into her, she would retaliate twice as hard.

Rongrong was extremely embarrassed, and now that she was exposed to Fu Qinglunsen's cold and displeased eyes, which also contained warnings, she felt even more aggrieved.

"Brother Qinglun." She called.

Mrs. Fu roughly guessed something. Rongrong pretended to frame Shiyu, but Rongrong was her biological daughter after all, so she looked at Fu Qinglun, "Qinglun, are you back?"

She has raised this son for 27 years, and it is better to have him if he is not her own.

When he heard Mrs. Fu calling him, Fu Qinglun withdrew his gaze from Rongrong. He looked at Mrs. Fu and said, "Mom."

Lin Shiyu withdrew her little hand, turned around, looked at Mrs. Fu with her clear apricot eyes, and suddenly asked, "Mom, you told me before that Qinglun had a nickname when he was a child, like a girl's name, then What is it?"

Lin Shiyu suddenly asked this question without any hesitation and in a generous manner.

Fu Qinglun's tall and straight body froze suddenly. He did not expect that she would ask this question in front of him.

"Shiyu, why do you think of asking this? Qinglun's nickname is Zijun." Mrs. Fu replied.

Zijun.

After these two words fell, Fu Qinglun's eyes were locked tightly on Lin Shiyu's beautiful little face.

Lin Shiyu trembled her long eyelashes like cattail leaf fan, she was indeed Zijun.

Without saying anything, she pulled away her thin legs and left.

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

"Brother Qinglun, I'm in so much pain, can you help me?" Rongrong pestered Fu Qinglun again.

Lin Shiyu didn't stop walking. She left the Fu family's mansion and then came to the street.

The cold evening breeze was blowing her seaweed-like hair, and then a series of melodious cell phone ringtones rang, and she called.

He took out his phone and pressed the button with his green fingers, "Hello."

"Shishi, where are you now? I'm coming to find you." Fu Qinglun's magnetic and beautiful voice penetrated into her eardrums, with a bit of anxious hoarseness.

He has come out to find her.

Fu Qinglun's tall and straight body stood on the street, holding a mobile phone in his white and clean hands. He looked around at the neon lights of the city. There were hurried figures, but there was no one he was looking for.

He stretched out his long legs and continued searching.

At this time, a woman's clear voice slowly came over, "Fu Qinglun, are you Zijun?"

Fu Qinglun, are you Zijun?

Is it Zijun, who has been corresponding with her for three years?

Is it Zijun from her song "Legend"?

Fu Qinglun slowly stopped and his handsome eyelids closed. He did not expect that the two people met in such a hurry, at the wrong time and in the wrong place.

"Well, I am." He nodded gently.

There was silence on the other end, and suddenly no sound was heard. I didn't know what she was thinking.

"Shishi," he called her name in a low voice, with thousands of words in his throat, wanting to say to her, "I..."

"Fu Qinglun," the woman interrupted him lightly, "Tomorrow, at eight o'clock in the morning, I will wait for you outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, and we will apply for the divorce certificate."

Let's go get the divorce certificate...

These words rang in Fu Qinglun's ears. His tall and straight body suddenly stiffened, and his handsome eyebrows were filled with a haze. She still wanted to divorce him.

Even if he is Zijun.

"Shishi, do we really want a divorce? Can't you really give me a chance?" he asked hoarsely.

The other end was silent for a few seconds, "Fu Qinglun, our marriage is a wrong start. Let's end this mistake now."

Fu Qinglun froze in place. He lowered his handsome eyelids and held the phone tightly with his white and clean hands, pinching his bones and joints until they turned white. She had made up her mind, what could 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 powerlessness and desolation spread in his heart, and his throat felt astringent. He moved his thin crimson lips, and thousands of words finally turned into one word. Fu Qinglun heard his hoarse voice, "Okay. "

OK, let's get divorced.

Set her free.

…

The next morning, outside the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Lin Shiyu was standing at the door, when she saw a Bentley parked, the driver's door opened, and Fu Qinglun arrived.

"Have you brought anything with you?" Lin Shiyu asked.

Fu Qinglun looked at the pretty little palm-sized face in front of him and nodded slowly, "Take it."

"Then let's go in." Lin Shiyu unstretched her thin legs and walked up the steps.

Fu Qinglun looked at her pretty and decisive back, with a bitter taste in his mouth. She and he had reached the point where they had nothing to say, and she was so anxious to divorce him.

Is he going to lose her?

After entering the Civil Affairs Bureau, she was no longer his Mrs. Fu.

Fu Qinglun stretched out a big white and clean palm and suddenly grabbed her slender wrist.

Lin Shiyu was forced to stop. She looked back at the man, "Young Master Fu, what's wrong?"

Fu Qinglun raised his thin crimson lips, and there was a tenderness in his handsome eyebrows, "Shishi, I suddenly remembered that we didn't even have a honeymoon when we got married. Why don't we make up for the honeymoon before we get divorced? .”

Honeymoon trip?

Lin Shiyu slowly raised her eyebrows.

"Shishi, I agree to divorce you, but before the divorce, go on honeymoon with me and give me three days, just three days. Three days later, at eight o'clock in the morning, we will come back to get the divorce certificate."