Jiang Yu'an paused his movements.

For a moment, she thought she was dazzled.

How could I meet Fu Beixing here? Their Fu Group is not in CTR Times Square Building.

"Why is he here?"

I looked at the discussion and felt extremely disgusted.

Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment and soon guessed why this man was here.

Probably, I found out that Fuyu was going to sign a contract with XR today, so I planned to wait here, hoping to stop Sylvia. Unfortunately, he didn't know that his wife, who had been left abroad for three years, was the Sylvia designer of Fuyu Studio.

"What do you care about him?"

Jiang Yu'an casually withdrew his gaze.

The marriage was already divorced. She didn't want to continue to be friends with her ex-husband. She didn't even bother to greet her. After taking the rose, she stood side by side with the discussion, with an elegant and lazy posture.

Fu Beixing had never seen Jiang Yu'an like this before.

The rustic and heavy bangs were all combed, and as the long hair was woven, the delicate and bright face was exposed, which was extremely dazzling in the sun.

He stared at her intently, trying to convince the woman in front of him that it was not Jiang Yu'an at all!

The woman who always lowers her head, is dull and dull, and even speaks with caution, can she be the woman who shows her charm in every move in front of her?

But even though it was a distance of dozens of meters, Fu Beixing could clearly see the crescent-shaped scar on her forehead.

When he was a man who took her to fall down from the tree and knocked her. After leaving traces, she felt cute and cried and refused to remove it. It also became the reason why the elders joked about him every year.

After Jiang Sheng came back, she opened her bangs and no one mentioned anything about her childhood.

There are many people in the world who look similar, but it is impossible that even the scars are exactly the same.

It's her undoubtedly!

The person who had disappeared for a week appeared again in front of him. Fu Beixing walked towards Jiang Yuan without thinking, and did not think much about why she appeared here.

As soon as I approached, I saw the tall body of the man who gave her roses leaning over, wrapping his long arms around her slender waist...

Fu Beixing's black eyes suddenly sank, his body had already reacted with his brain, and he smashed his fist hard towards the face!

The action caught people off guard.

Jiang Yuan was shocked and had no time to curse and went to see the discussion's injuries.

But before we even encountered a discussion, we were caught.

She struggled to pull out her hand, "Fu Beixing, let go!"

Fu Beixing was very strong and easily pulled her to him, "Jiang Yuan, you disappeared for a week and didn't go home. Is that just messing around outside?"

Jiang Yuan's face turned red with anger, and she wanted to bite him: "Fu Beixing, are you sick? You hurt me, let go!"

Hearing this, the man's hand was slightly loosened, but he still tightly held her, "This is not the place you should come, go home with me?"

Jiang Yu'an almost laughed angry, "Fu Beixing, if you have a brain disease, go to the hospital for a look. This is not the place I should come to. Is it illegal for me to talk about work? Besides, what home will I go with you? Let me go!"

"Talking about work? Doing about work requires collecting men's flowers?"

Fu Beixing suddenly thought of the woman holding the red rose that night, and his mind had already matched the side face with the woman in front of him, and his anger burned violently.

"Jiang Yu'an, even if you are driven out of the Jiang family, you shouldn't fall like this! Do you know what kind of person he is?"

The discussion that was punched and discussed was just recovering, and when I heard such a sentence, I couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Fu said, I'm discussing what kind of person I am? Which law stipulates, can't I send flowers? Also, if you collect a bouquet of roses, you will fall. Then there are many people in this world who fall every day."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Fu Beixing with a sneer.

He gave his little sister a bouquet of flowers, but the man misunderstood.

Although it is quite a misunderstanding to give roses, what qualifications does Fu Beixing have to misunderstand?

After three years of marriage, I left my wife abroad and ignored her for three years, but now I pretend to be hypocritical.

It's really ridiculous!

Fu Beixing pulled Jiang Yu'an behind him, and his eyes were straight to the discussion.

"Mr. Shang, why do you need to say something you know well? How turbid is in the entertainment industry? Mr. Shang is just playing this, so why can't he be clear? My wife has never seen any world, and I hope Mr. Shang can let it go."

"Fu Beixing, we are all divorced. I still need your consent to collect a bouquet of flowers, right? Why do you care about me?"

Jiang Yuan shook his hand away with force.

Perhaps the word divorce was irritating. It stimulated Fu Beixing, and the man's hand suddenly relaxed, allowing her to easily break free.

Her fair white wrists turned red, she frowned and rubbed them, and walked straight to the side of the Discussion and bent tightly.

"It's red?" Shangqian felt so distressed.

After his little princess came home, she was holding her, for fear that she would hit her, so the dog man made his little sister's hand popular without taking action. What if he did it, what would it be?

"Does it hurt? Take you up and wipe the medicine?"

It hurts not, but Jiang Yuan just wanted to stay away from Fu Beixing at this moment, and nodded without thinking, looking very aggrieved.

Fu Beixing originally felt a little guilty because of this red mark, but when he raised his eyes, he saw two people gathering together intimately, even more dazzling than the scar.

"Jiang Yu'an, we just signed a divorce agreement. Before the procedures were completed, you were still my wife."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu'an paused.

She slowly raised her eyes and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face: "Wife? Mr. Fu now admits that I am your wife. Don't you find it funny? Besides, even if the procedures have not been completed yet, we are still nominally husband and wife, but if you can take care of your Shengsheng during marriage, I can't look for my second spring in advance?"

"No. 2, spring?"

Fu Beixing gritted his teeth and repeated it, staring at Jiang Yu'an with his dark and deep eyes, his chest and his mouth was so aggrieved.

He blamed Shang Que, "That's your vision for choosing Second Spring?"

I was dissatisfied with hearing this, "What does Mr. Fu mean? My family's vision of An'an's second spring is much better than that of the first spring."

Fu Beixing glanced coldly, "Well, your home?"

The discussion was justified: "Isn't my or yours?"

"Enough!"

Jiang Yu'an interrupted the two people who were quarreling like elementary school students, and the dispute stopped.

She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Beixing calmly.

"Mr. Fu has time to teach me a lesson here, so why not take time to complete the procedures. I know that I have a bad view of people, but it's not your turn to take care of them. You are not qualified."

Fu Beixing's anger, which had not yet calmed down, instantly came up, "I'm not qualified? As long as I don't go through the procedures for a day, you will be my wife for a day. Do you think I'm qualified?"

Jiang Yu'an's red lips bent slightly and suddenly came forward.
Chapter completed!