"If I say something about someone, would that be considered a form of revenge on you?" Fang Ziqin said as she gathered her messed up hair and let it fall casually behind her head.

After speaking, she took a deep look at Zhou Zhan.

The man's face was calm, showing no emotion or anger.

Fang Ziqin continued: "Now is the coldest season. I heard that it is like spring all year round there, so I want to go there to avoid the cold."

Zhou Zhan shook off the cigarette ashes from his fingertips and asked, "I heard that Chen Shaochen is also in Yuncheng?"

"Yeah?"

When she heard the name again, she couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Especially at this time and place, it always feels weird to talk about my ex.

"Have you no contact with him?"

"No," she said.

Zhou Zhan was sitting facing the floor-to-ceiling window. The dim light from the street lamp was projected along his broad shoulders and onto his profile, making his strong contours look particularly soft.

Fang Ziqin always thought he was scary, probably because this man acted vigorously and resolutely.

Gives the impression of leaving no room for anything.

When the cigarette burned to his fingertips, Zhou Zhan used a little force to rub the cigarette butt into the ashtray.

"I went to Shanghai to meet a friend a few days ago. I met him at the hotel and chatted for a while. He mentioned that he was in Yuncheng and asked me something about you."

I don't know if she is nervous or if Zhou Zhan really wants to point out something.

Fang Ziqin always felt that although he couldn't hear the words of joy or anger, there was a hint of irony in them.

"Yeah?"

Zhou Zhan chuckled: "Aren't you curious about what he asked you?"

If the previous sentence was about her being suspicious, this sentence was a hidden hint from Chi Guoguo.

Fang Ziqin seemed to think seriously for a few seconds, then asked him in a loud voice: "What did he ask?"

"I can see that he still has lingering feelings for you."

Zhou Zhan raised his eyebrows, tightened his jaw slightly, and spoke with a bit of laziness.

It is undeniable that Chen Shaochen is still a thorn in her heart, and it doesn't hurt or itch when no one touches it.

However, once someone touches it, it will hurt her.

"Aren't you men all the same? You eat what's in the bowl and look at what's outside. You don't cherish what you get, and you regret it when you lose it."

"Don't talk about him, talk about us!"

Fang Ziqin pretended to be serious and asked: "What can we say?"

We used to be a couple who didn't interfere with each other.

Now that the marriage is broken up, he takes his Yangguan Road and she crosses her single-plank bridge.

It seems like there really isn't much to say.

Hearing this, Zhou Zhan said "Oh": "It seems you are quite disappointed?"

The corners of Fang Ziqin's lips raised upward, as if he was mocking: "I can't say I'm disappointed. In fact, I won't lose at all. After one year of marriage, I will get half of the Pangu family. If it can be exchanged, I don't know how many women will be eager to do it!"

"

Zhou Zhan raised his eyelids: "That's not what I'm talking about, it's me."

"At least you gave me enough freedom during the marriage, and you also made the prenuptial agreement non-interference." She replied lazily to him.

Zhou Zhan turned to look at her: "Have you figured it out?"

"Yeah!" She nodded.

He took out a brown paper bag from the drawer, pressed it on the counter, and pushed it in front of her.

Zhou Zhan retracted his slender fingers, and Fang Ziqin could see clearly the words on it. The equity transfer letter and divorce agreement were written on the brand-new and clean paper.

Party A's signature is written with his name written vigorously and vigorously.

Just like his usual style, sharp and decisive.

Fang Ziqin picked up the pen and wrote two names on Party B one by one.

As she put away her pen, Zhou Zhan asked: "Where are you going?"

"Go back to the apartment." Worried that he would misunderstand, she added: "Pack your things."
Chapter completed!