"You care so much about Chen Baiyan? Since you care so much, why don't you sign the divorce agreement?"

The two top wealthy families in Beijing, Fu and Huo, married five years ago. Now, five years have passed, and the ones that should be cooperated have almost done. Even if the two divorced now, it would not affect anything, and no one would object.

Half a year ago, Su Zhixiao sent a divorce agreement to Fu Jiyan, but the man had never signed it.

The man had recovered and had a smile on his face, but this smile was not enough to reach his eyes.

"That's how Mrs. Fu wants to divorce?"

"Mr. Fu thinks I will forget that the young lady from the Nan family almost died because of the eldest daughter of the Nan family?

Or is it that my child was forced to give birth prematurely in less than eight months and slept in the incubator for two months in the intensive care unit?

Fu Jiyan, everyone understands it very well, so don’t waste time.

I have said it many times, as long as you agree to the divorce, I don’t want anything!”

The man had a blue face and sneered: "Ha, don't you want it? My son doesn't want it either?"

It’s not that Su Zhixiao has considered this issue, he has already thought about it thousands of times in his mind.

"There is better things to follow you than to follow me, so I won't be snatching you from your child. After all, I really don't have much time to take care of the child!"

For example, this time, I didn’t have time to go home once for three months. It’s not that I don’t want to miss my son, but I really can’t get out of the situation during this period.

There are three days and two days, and there are big cases. There are nearly two weeks of business trips in the next city. I just came back two days ago. So, another case in the film and television city happened.

When Fu Jiyan heard that a woman didn't even want her own son for divorce, her eyes became colder and a little cruel appeared to be curled up:

"Very good. Mrs. Fu has voluntarily left the house, so I can't agree, right?

So, how did Mrs. Fu beg me?

After all, if I am happy, I may sign at any time, right?”

Intentional! Definitely intentional!

Su Zhixiao let out a long sigh:

"Fu Jiyan, wait to receive the court summons!

Also, please let me go.”

‘Ping...ping...ping...ping...'The standard leather shoes made a rhythmic sound when they stepped on the floor, and the back of the police uniform was even more straight and orderly. Every step they took was like a ruler measuring the standard.

Outside the door, Zhou Huan and Zheng Bingyang looked at each other embarrassedly. Zheng Bingyang didn't move for a long time. Zhou Huan glared a few times before he had to turn around and come in:

"Brother Yan, is your sister-in-law gone?"

While saying that, he rubbed his little fingers against the tip of his nose, his eyes looked at the nose, and his nose looked at the heart.

After all, we have known each other for more than ten years, how can we not know each other?

This person is in a good mood now, and the air conditioner emitted from his body almost freezes to death! Fortunately, Fu Jiyan just glanced at Zhou Huan:

“Back to the company.”

"Hey, hey, okay."

Except for Fu Jiyan and his group, which caused some young female policemen to be restless when they first arrived, but it only started for a while, and then they naturally did what they should do.

As for what happened in the reception room just now, except for the parties involved, Zhou Huan and Zheng Bingyang were a little aware of it, and no one else in the police station would know it!

Su Zhixiao returned to the Shin Inspection Office with her things:

"Officer Cui, I've recorded it all, I'll put it here for you." I'm really not in a good mood, so I may have a few more chats.

Cui Xingran was sitting in front of the computer staring at the comparison data on the screen without turning around, and there was no time to look back:

"Okay, let it go there, trouble, Sister Su."
Chapter completed!