He Rijun coming again

Chapter 14 I have no place to live

Luo Zhiwen laughed a few times, and then suppressed all the smiles on his face.

That pair of Feng Qingzhu's dreaming eyes narrowed coldly: "I still have something to do, if you don't talk about the divorce, let's go back to China and see you again."

Luo Zhiwen was afraid that if he got along with Feng Qingzhu again, he would not be able to stop thinking about the painful three years after marriage, so he pulled up his mask, turned and walked towards the platform.He took two steps and then circled back, spreading out his palms to Feng Qingzhu.

"doing what?"

"Mobile phone." Luo Zhiwen gritted his teeth and motioned Feng Qingzhu to give him the phone.

Feng Qingzhu raised his eyebrows thoughtfully: "What?"

He stomped bitterly: "Delete my friend, don't send me location again."

Feng Qingzhu's raised eyebrows were lowered again: "What do you mean?"

"If you want to talk about divorce, let's talk about it now." Seeing that the car is coming, Luo Zhiwen anxiously shook his fingers, "If you don't want to talk about it, is there still a need for us to meet?"

He couldn't figure it out.

When Mingming was married before, Feng Qingzhu never cared about him, and even the only time he made out was caused by someone drugging him, and the two had an unhappy ending afterward.Now, the divorce agreement was drawn up, Luo Zhiwen was about to let it go, but Feng Qingzhu followed, without saying the reason, it was really weird to just stalk her like this.

Could it be that he has something that Feng Qingzhu must obtain?

Luo Zhiwen would not associate Feng Qingzhu's chase to Australia with love, he just felt that Feng Qingzhu was still dissatisfied with the revised divorce agreement.

But who knows his anger?

Back then, he happily married Feng Qingzhu, thinking that he could spend his whole life with the one he loved, but what he expected was a marriage that existed in name only.

He can write songs and lyrics, but Feng Qingzhu never cared about it.

As the most intimate person, that man was out of his life, and he might as well know him better than the aunt who came to clean the house regularly.

He waited persistently for three years, until his heart was ashamed, and he mustered up the courage to leave decisively.

Feng Qingzhu actually turned around.

But a dead heart will not make waves anymore.

"divorce agreement?"

"I drafted a new divorce agreement, and the lawyer should have sent it to your office."

Of course Feng Qingzhu knew about the divorce agreement, but he pretended not to know and lied for the first time in front of his own Ah Wen: "I left in a hurry and didn't meet a lawyer."

Luo Zhiwen was a little skeptical, because when he was talking with Han Qianshan on the phone, Han Qianshan didn't mean that.

But he didn't bother to distinguish: "I agree not to visit Grandpa Feng's grave, can you sign the divorce agreement?"

Luo Zhiwen said it calmly, but in fact he was heartbroken.

No one knew how much blood was shed in his heart when he said this.

Luo Zhiwen was close to Mr. Feng, and spent more time with him than Feng Qingzhu's grandson. Originally, he would never make any concessions, but in order to leave Feng Qingzhu, he could only retreat again and again.

"That's not what I meant." Feng Qingzhu's heart ached, and he grabbed Luo Zhiwen's wrist again, "Let's talk about the divorce, I won't stop you from sweeping grandpa's grave."

Hearing this, he forgot to shake off Feng Qingzhu's hand, and asked eagerly: "Really?"

"Really." Feng Qingzhu lowered his eyes, stared at Luo Zhiwen's slender wrist, and said softly, "You have taken care of grandpa longer than me, and grandpa likes you too. If I don't let you visit the grave, grandpa will definitely will blame me."

"Just because I'm afraid grandpa will blame you?" He blurted out, then turned his head away, refusing to meet Feng Qingzhu's eyes.

The bus came slowly from a distance, Luo Zhiwen wanted to reach out his hand to signal the bus to stop, but couldn't free his hand from his wrist, so he could only watch the bus stop at the platform, and then slowly leave.

The jacarandas on both sides of the dual carriageway were in full bloom, and it was bustling with activity.

Luo Zhiwen reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the bus, and when he raised his head, the petals fell from the air, making Feng Qingzhu's expression a bit more gentle than it should have been.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Luo Zhiwen stopped struggling angrily.

Feng Qingzhu's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and after telling a lie once, the next lie came easily: "I came in a hurry, and I couldn't book a hotel."

"What?" He didn't like this. "If you don't have a hotel, just look for a house on Airbnb. You will never have a place to sleep."

"Awen!" Feng Qingzhu's hand slid down from Luo Zhiwen's wrist and grabbed his cool fingers, fearing that he would leave, his tone became urgent, "We haven't divorced yet, don't you allow me to follow you , are you going to find another man?"