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Chapter 577 You forgot, we are divorced

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    To Tang Xiaoran, Su Zhengxiao at this time was like this.

    When you are reluctant to give up, he is your own god.

    She just wants to stay and watch him, even if she is ridiculed and treated indifferently, she still feels sweet.

    Now that I have figured it out, I feel relaxed and at ease, and the pain is not that bad.

    Seeing that she ignored her, Su Zhengxiao's anger skyrocketed.

    He moved his long legs and directly blocked her way; "Didn't you hear what I said?"

    "So what if you heard it, and what if you didn't hear it?"

    She stood still and asked calmly.

    Completely unexpected answer!

    This time, Su Zhengxiao was stunned.

    When had she ever been so indifferent to herself?

    Ah.

    ¡°I¡¯m addicted to acting.

    Finally, he shook the thing in his palm; "Do you want it or don't you want it?"

    "No!" she said directly.

    Went around him and stood under the stop sign with the bag in hand, waiting for the bus.

    "Tang Xiaoran, if you want to use this to attract my attention, then I tell you, it's useless!"

    Tang Xiaoran frowned and looked at Su Zhengxiao: "Did it attract your attention? What attention?"

    Su Zhengxiao¡¯s dark eyes darkened: ¡°By setting up a street stall on the road I must pass every day, isn¡¯t it just to pretend to be miserable and gain my sympathy and attention?¡±

    "Pfft¡ª¡ª"

    Unable to hold back, Tang Xiaoran laughed out loud, looked at him and said, "Su Zhengxiao, narcissism is a disease that must be cured!"

    Su Zhengxiao was arrogant and arrogant: "I know whether you are sick or not, and I also know what you think."

    "Su Zhengxiao, I advise you to go to the hospital and take a look here." Tang Xiaoran raised his hand and tapped his temple.

    Su Zhengxiao raised his eyebrows and didn't listen at all.

    In his mind, this was nothing more than Tang Xiaoran acting on purpose.

    Women are so cunning!

    At this time, the bus stopped.

    Tang Xiaoran carried the bag and walked towards the bus with great effort.

    However, just two steps forward, the bag was grabbed from behind.

    She turned back; "Let go!"

    Su Zhengxiao's dark eyes narrowed, and his dark gaze fell on her.

    He twitched his thin lips and said extremely impatiently: "Don't you feel embarrassed?"

    a shame?

    Tang Xiaoran felt a chill in his heart.

    She turned back and looked up at him, Su Zhengxiao.

    The man¡¯s face is still handsome, but the outline is sharp and his eyes are cold and biting.

    It¡¯s just that Tang Xiaoran doesn¡¯t care very much now. She even said with a faint smile: ¡°Su Zhengxiao, we are divorced, you can¡¯t control it!

    Even if it is embarrassing, it has nothing to do with you.  You have no power or qualification to control me.  "

    Hearing this, Su Zhengxiao's pupils shrank and his expression was startled.

    Damn it, I almost forgot that the two were divorced.

    "Heh, aren't you afraid of losing Jingxuan's face?"

    Tang Xiaoran¡¯s chest rose and fell, silent.

    And the bus is about to start, and if you continue to struggle like this after vomiting, you won't be able to catch up.

    She didn¡¯t want to have any more entanglements with him, so she just let go of the bag and got on the bus.

    Since he wants it, then she will give it to him!

    As soon as she stepped onto the bus, the door was closed. She staggered and almost fell to the ground. She quickly grabbed the handrail to steady herself.

    The bus was very empty, especially the last row.

    Tang Xiaoran was sitting in the back seat. Through the window, she could clearly see Su Zhengxiao carrying the bag.

    She withdrew her gaze without emotion and stared straight ahead.

    Since that night, my love for him has died.

    Standing there, Su Zhengxiao was still holding the bag.

    The frown between his brows became tighter and he stared at the bag with a bit of disgust.

    Looking around, there are only private cars and buses coming and going. There are very few taxis in this area.

    After a few curses, he called the company's assistant and asked him to drive over.

    In less than ten minutes, the assistant drove over.

    Su Zhengxiao was still carrying that dirty thing, and the assistant was really stunned for a few times.

    Then, get off the bus quickly.

    The first thing after getting out of the car, I quickly took the bag in his hand and said, "President, you get in the car and I'll throw it away."

    Hand over the bagAssistant, he stepped on the car, and from the corner of his eye, he happened to see the assistant pulling the bag to a nearby trash can.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ¡°

    The assistant looked down at the bag covered in dust and dirt again, expressing confusion.

    Isn¡¯t this garbage?

    Why do you still keep it, Mr. Su?

    Back to Su¡¯s house, Jingxuan was eating.

    "Compared to the previous two days, he is much more well-behaved. He doesn't make any noise or fuss. He just doesn't talk and looks like a wooden man.

    Uncle Liu could only sigh.

    Originally, the young master was boring enough.

    Now, even the lively young master has become like this.

    If this continues, the young master will definitely become the second young master.

    Su Zhai, without any human fireworks, is like an ice cellar.

    Glancing at him, Su Zhengxiao was also having dinner.

    However, he was very upset after being tricked by Tang Xiaoran.

    ? One big and one small, dining quietly, like two ice sculptures.

    After dinner, the two of them were still speechless, and Su Zhengxiao went upstairs.

    He threw his coat casually on the bed, called his lawyer, and asked him about the distribution of property during divorce.

    "Ms. Tang did not accept the house or check given by President Su. Her only request was to leave the things given to her with the young master. I have already reported this to the president."

    Su Zhengxiao responded and said nothing more.

    The lawyer did say it, but he didn¡¯t care at all, so he didn¡¯t listen.

    Rather, she was a little curious and surprised. She didn¡¯t reach out to take any of the things he gave.

    He pressed the phone with his long, sharply knuckled fingers. He made a call with a serious look on his face and whispered something in a low voice.

    ¡­¡­

    Back to the room, Tang Xiaoran turned on the light. The house was empty, just like her heart.

    There is no place to fall, no support, and it is empty like a bloody mouth with a hole.

    Tired, really tired.

    The fatigue that filled her body could not be described in words. She just squatted on the ground.

    Without Jingxuan¡¯s small figure, nor his considerate and sensible words, everything is empty, not to mention the solid feeling of hugging him to sleep.

    She put her hands around her knees and buried her head quietly between her legs.

    Only this posture will prevent you from feeling so lonely and helpless.

    She thought that the work of setting up a street stall could no longer continue.

    ¡°After all, she used to be Su Zhengxiao¡¯s wife, and she had also appeared in Xiangjiang newspapers. Some people didn¡¯t know her, but some people knew her.

    If this incident is photographed and posted online or in newspapers.

    So, how will those who are interested look at Jingxuan?

    He went to one of the best aristocratic schools in Xiangjiang, so he couldn¡¯t be too embarrassed.

    Indeed, she can no longer remain in this embarrassment.

    I really don¡¯t care, but what about Jingxuan?

    The future is uncertain, like a sandstorm, the roaring yellow sand hurts the eyes, and there is no hope at all.

    Chemotherapy is also imminent. It seems that all the bad things are pressing on her, making her breathless.

    Throughout the night, I tossed and turned.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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