Wen Jingan walked down the long steps and got into the car angrily.

Who cares?

"Mr. Wen, are you going back to the company now?" the driver asked in a low voice.

Wen Jing'an's slender and distinctive fingers pinched the divorce certificate and gently stroked the edge.

Chu Yao didn't beg for mercy and just got a divorce.

□□The process was too fast and he hadn't reacted yet.

The sharp ID stinged the flesh through the gloves, and he woke up. His eyelashes moved, and all his emotions settled into his deep black eyes. He returned to his indifferent and alienated eyes, and he stuffed his divorce certificate and other IDs into the document bag.

“Back to the company.”

Chu Yao has no skills and is arrogant in front of him. When she goes out, she will be beaten by society. If she can't hold on for a few days, she will still come back.

Wen Jingan took off his gloves and wiped his fingers carefully with a wet tissue. The faint smell of alcohol floated in the air. He rubbed his fingers from top to bottom three times, and kept his fingers white.

The restrained peach blossom eyes were gloomy, and the corners of his lips moved, mocking him for being suppressed.

Chu Yao would cry and beg him to remarry.

Wen Jingan has been very busy recently. He has been working in the market value of Jingwen Media for five years to achieve a market value of 10 billion yuan. The old man kicked him out and gave him a useless Jingwen Culture.

If you come back after you are done, if you are not done well, you will stay outside forever.

Jingwen Culture is the earliest industry under the Wens Group, with a history of fifteen years. Although it has a long history and is useless, it has been profitable in recent years and has been surviving.

On the verge of bankruptcy, it was known that Wen Jing'an returned to China and joined the group to take over the entertainment project and founded Jingwen Media. He picked up the project from the trash can and changed its name to Jingwen Culture and merged it into Jingwen Media.

Now the fattest entertainment project has been taken away by Wen Shuqi, and Wen Jingan can only face such a mess.

It must be done.

When Wen Jingan was about to arrive at the company, he called Chu Yunhai. The answer was very quickly. Wen Jingan said, "There is something that is not suitable, but I need to tell you that Chu Yao has divorced me."

"What? What is Chu Yao thinking?" Chu Yunhai's shock was not adulterated, and he was stunned. Chu Yao and Wen Jing'an divorced? "I'll call her now and ask her. I will reply to you clearly. She must be confused."

Wen Jingan returned to the company, and the secretary sent the afternoon meeting materials. Today's meeting content was the transformation of Jing Wen's literature. Wen Jingan hurriedly finished lunch, turned off his cell phone and entered the conference room.

The meeting of Ang Chang lasted until 8 o'clock in the evening. Wen Jingan walked out of the conference room with a severe headache. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

"Mr. Wen, Mr. Zhou just called and said there was a drink party in the evening and asked if you would be able to get there."

Wen Jingan originally wanted to refuse, so he took two steps to turn around and said, "Okay."

"Do you want to eat something first?"

Wen Jingan waved his hand to refuse, he had no interest in eating.

Walking into the office, put the documents on the table, turn on the water to wash your hands, dry them carefully, and spray with antibacterial spray. A layer of water mist condensed from the hairs on the back of the hand. Wen Jingan spread his hands, and his fingers were particularly pale under the light. The blood vessels under the thin skin and flesh were clear, and the fog gradually dissipated, Wen Jingan retracted his gaze.

At the doorstep, Yu Guang swept to the few cards scattered on the large desk.

What does Chu Yao mean when throwing the card? Wen Jingan picked up the card by drawing paper, picked up the card, picked up the coat and strode out.

The secretary greeted him, "President Wen?"

"Check what happened to these cards." Wen Jing'an handed the card and the paper to the secretary and walked out.

The largest entertainment venue in Jiangcheng is full of money, and the debauchery is filled with decay and decay. Under the dim light, the beauty is like clouds, the extravagance is too great to be indulged, and the dream is dead.

What was incompatible with the whole scene was the young man sitting upright in the wine pool and meat forest. He wore his shirt meticulously, his cuffs tightly against his black gloves. He held tweezers and sanitized it carefully in the boiling water.

"Wen Jing'an, are you tired?"

"Not tired." Wen Jing'an's voice was slow and cold. Finally, he put down his wine glass after disinfecting it. The red wine liquid fell into the cup. The mellow red wine was charming. Wen Jing'an picked it up and took a sip.

"Where is Qing Mingyu?"

"That weird." Zhou Chen drank the glass of wine and leaned on the sofa. "That night he said there was a fairy living next door. The next day he sent flowers and gave people free housing. He successfully scared the girl away. Recently, he was racking his brains to find the woman. Who is this IQ chasing? He can become a monk as soon as possible."

Wen Jing An was absent-minded.

"Your wife is so annoying, what do you want her to do? Arrange someone for you."

Wen Jingan raised his eyelids and said, "Get out."

"Bai Zhu'er, who plays the role of the immortal relationship, is a fairy-like fairy, a real fairy. She hasn't been in love yet, she is just twenty."

"I'm divorced." Wen Jingan suddenly spoke.

There was silence around him in an instant. He poured wine and drank it again, leaning back lazily on the sofa. Zhou Chen immediately came over, and Wen Jing'an's cold eyes shot straight over, "Get back."

This sofa was carefully disinfected by him, and Zhou Chen was so dirty.

"Oh? Didn't you say that the old couple showed their love at noon? Why did you get divorced?" Zhou Chen stepped back and kept a distance with Wen Jing'an, exaggeratedly, unable to suppress his smile, "Divorce? Really?"

"You dare to laugh at me and kill you."

"She agree?" Zhou Chensheng stopped laughing and said with a tense face, "How could she agree? Was she crazy?"

"She may have a wrong understanding of herself." Wen Jing'an's slender eyes raised, and a glimmer flashed across, "She will beg me to remarry."

"Then I'll arrange a girl for you tonight? Come on."

"Are you a madam?" Wen Jing'an's slender fingers hooked his glass and put them on the table. He was about to pour wine. The strong perfume smell came to his face, and then a woman leaned over and poured wine for Wen Jing'an gracefully.

"Mr. Wen."

The woman is wearing a red dress with long hair shawls, and her skin is white. The appearance of a pure natural beauty that is once in a century is the low-end version of Chu Yao.

Wen Jing'an held his breath and pulled back and pulled apart. He took the exit mask from his pocket and opened the packaging and put it on.

Bai Zhuer: "..."

Zhou Chen: “…”

"Mr. Wen is uncomfortable today." Zhou Chen tried to smooth things over. The scene was so embarrassing. "Do you know the flu? You're afraid of infecting people."

Wen Jing'an's eyes were indifferent, and he did not deny it even if he disagreed with Zhou Chen's words. But he would never touch the wine on the table.

"The flu has been very severe recently. Have you taken the medicine?"

Wen Jing'an's skin is sophisticated that the slender corners of his eyes are slightly closed from the tail, and his deep eyes are filled with deep affection. The bridge of his nose is extended, and his thin lips show a little coldness. Bai Zhu'er's eyes stick to Wen Jing'an from entering the door, but she didn't expect to feel disappointed.

Bai Zhu'er was about to sit next to Wen Jing'an, but Wen Jing'an suddenly stood up, stepped out with long legs.

Bai Zhuer: "..."

Zhou Chen pointed to Wen Jing'an and said, "I'm afraid of being infected with you, Mr. Wen is handsome and kind-hearted."

fart.

The terrace was breeze slightly cool at night, the door was closed, and all sounds were isolated. Wen Jingan pulled down his mask and took a cigarette and lit it. The cigarette butt was scarlet in the wind.

The door was opened behind him, and then Zhou Chen also came over. He bit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes, "Can you give people some face?"

"dirty."

Zhou Chen leaned against the railing and took down the cigarette cartridge and fell ashes. Wen Jing'an watched his falling ashes move a little to the side. How could he be friends with Zhou Chen for so many years? He should have broken up with Zhou Chen long ago, and he really has no quality.

"Have you ever seen a doctor? Why do I feel that you have become more and more serious in recent years?"

I used to be able to eat with them, but now I have to be separated from others when I eat.

Wen Jing'an's indifferent eyes slid across Zhou Chen, and he put his hands in his pocket to look at the darkness in the distance, "You are getting dirty."

"Fuck! You are the only one who is clean! No one in the world is clean as good as you."

Chu Yao cried so miserably in the hospital that day, and she couldn't have no feelings, she must have pretended.

Wen Jing'an took out his cell phone and opened it to unlock it, but Chu Yao did not call or send a message.

Wen Jing'an's unfamiliar irritability.

He was not completely unacceptable to having sex with Chu Yao. That day Chu Yao threw herself into his arms, and he was not disgusted. Chu Yao lowered her head and had a better attitude, so he agreed.

Need to threaten.

"You're still thinking about Chu Yao, are you?"

"Who thinks of her?" Wen Jingan sneered coldly.

"Don't worry, how long can the canary in the cage can live when it flies out? You will naturally come back after suffering. There are storms outside, so where can the rich wife feel comfortable?"

"She may be hiding where to cry now, regretting it."

Wen Jing'an opened WeChat and showed that Qing Mingyu had new updates in his circle of friends.

Wen Jing'an clicked in, and Qing Mingyu posted a message a minute ago.

"Meet the goddess by chance."

Wen Jing'an planned to slide down, but his hand stopped. Who is this woman? He clicked on the video. The woman in a black suspender dress was in the middle of the dance floor, with a naked and beautiful swan neck, and her thin collarbone was shining. She drank wine and her steps were slightly drunk. Her arms were slender and beautiful, with white glowing, and her beauty was thrilling. She staggered and stepped on elegant dance steps, which formed a sharp contrast with the young people dancing around her.

She held the microphone in her hand and sang an old Cantonese song, her red lips were particularly beautiful under the light.

"Who?"

Zhou Chen came over to see Wen Jing'an's screen, and smoke came to his face. Wen Jing'an frowned but his body did not move. He raised his hand and pulled the mask up, and the Adam's apple rolled slightly. The smoke between his fingers accumulated a long piece of ashes, which fell as his movements and swept into the wind.

When did Qing Mingyu meet Chu Yao? Chu Yao is Qing Mingyu's goddess, so what is Wen Jing'an?

The cuckold shone green and shining brightly. Wen Jing'an only felt that the heavy darkness in the sky was almost illuminated by the green light on his head. There were tens of thousands of wild mandarin ducks on his head happily.

The video has been played and is frozen at the last moment.

Zhou Chen retreated and took out his phone and opened WeChat. He flipped into Qing Mingyu's latest circle of friends. When he opened the video, he was shocked. Qing Mingyu, a person who has not posted on WeChat Moments for thousands of years, actually posted two circles of friends in a row, all of which were recorded short videos.

As soon as the second video was opened, the woman's sexy figure appeared on the screen, beautiful and enchanting.

Chu Yao!

Zhou Chen was in a hurry to close the video.

Everything is quiet, and the deep peach blossom eyes are full of gloom.

Zhou Chen: "Sister-in-law... Chu Yao, then what, the way of venting sadness is very special."

The universe is dark, the sun and the moon are gone, Wen Jingan is standing here, the green light on his body is in the same direction as the sky, and the light is bright like daytime.
Chapter completed!