"Didn't agree?"

Yan Han shook his head, "I don't know if it's because he originally agreed that he doesn't interfere with each other, so divorce seems unnecessary."

"So you want to leave now?"

"Well, I feel tired and irritable." Yan Han picked up the cup again, stopped to his lips to look at You Yan, with a star-like smile overflowing in his eyes, "I have to work overtime again recently, work hard to leave quickly."

"when?"

"Next month."

You Yan let out a light sigh, "Do you want to talk to Xi Quan? If you want to leave, leave before leaving? You didn't care about being inseparable because you still like him. Now that he is like this, do you still like it? Then leave, I don't think he will be a bastard?"

Yan Han twitched his lips, "There are many projects in the two companies now. Although my brother said he would not stop me from leaving, if he knew, he would definitely persuade me to talk after this time."

You Yan closed her eyebrows and said, "Dog man, dog man, this bastard Xi Quan!!" After scolding her, she sighed and stood up.

Yan Han went to work after drinking cold powder.

However, she may not have a good rest later and continued to drink from time to time after nightfall, so she caught a cold two times in a row, which lasted for ten days and half a month and had not recovered completely.

During this period, she never returned to the wedding room and kept taking the company as the company.

Until one day in May, I will go home to get an evening dress.

Before going to bed that night, he flipped through the big bed in the bedroom. Yan Han found that Xi Quan had never come back for so many days.

If he came back, the bed he had slept was still very obvious. The dog man was really heartless and didn't feel that he was married at all.

Yan Han cursed a few words, and the phone beside him was revived before he could recover.

When she saw that it was a WeChat message, she went to WeChat. As soon as she got up, she was shocked and all the dozen groups she added were tagged.

She looked confused: I'm married and still have such a big scene. What am I doing?

Yan Han immediately clicked in and saw that the text of her tit was written directly: [Han Han, come, come, your husband cheated on you.]

Yan Han's heart beat, and he browsed down to see two pictures. She held her breath and clicked on the larger picture.

It was not the entrance of the club that day. It was a new picture, a picture of people eating in the restaurant. One picture was about two people sitting together. The girl tilted her head and looked at him with a clever smile; the other picture was about him pouring tea for her.

What does he, a boss, pay for his secretary...

Yan Han looked straight at him, and it seemed that a layer of cold water was poured on his body. No, it was ice water.

She thought about the scene where the dozen or so socialites groups just now had all tagged her, and then looked at these photos and felt that her breathing began to be sluggish.

What I fear most is coming...

She looked at everyone’s chat history again. In such a circle, everyone’s news was very well-informed.

Someone in the group said: [I have inquired about the people from Xi’s family. That woman is an assistant to the President’s Office of Xi’s family and has recently been transferred to the chief special assistant.]

[Special Assistant, I can actually get along with the Special Assistant.]

[Hanhan probably wants to get angry.]

[Oh my God, the most powerful lady in our celebrity circle, is rich, beautiful and has status, and is not as good as a broken assistant.]

【It turns out that men can’t eat the best ones.】

[Shush, don’t sprinkle salt on Hanhan’s wound. She should vomit blood now.]

Yan Han flipped through several groups, roughly all of which were all chatting, and some were wondering if she would get divorced.

【Will she leave you think?】

[It's really a major incident in the Beicheng Circle when leaving.]

[Speaking of this, I still remember the wedding of Hanhan, and I have never been envied by it for several lifetimes.]

Almost all the private messages were comforting her with heartache and asking her about her attitude.

I thought she was pregnant and he gave me a reward, and I envied Beicheng, and I congratulated them all; I thought her husband had cheated on him, and fell from heaven to hell, and there was a lot of comfort in the audience, which seemed real or fake.

Among these vanity and hustle and bustle, some of them are sincere.

Yan Han put down his cell phone and replied to his friend that she was fine, then he pulled up the quilt and went to sleep.

But she couldn't sleep after all. She kept the trance posture for several hours without moving. It was soon dawn, and during this period, Xi Quan didn't have a single call.

He might simply not want to explain, after all, he can't explain clearly. He is the kind of person who doesn't waste his saliva when it's unnecessary and says more is useless.

Maybe someone is already contacting a lawyer and is planning a divorce agreement.

The sun gradually shone on the edge of the bed. Yan Han finally sat up, touched his phone and opened the address book, and dialed the first number.

It rang over there for a few seconds, and it was answered, [Hmm?]

Yan Han: [You come back today.]

Xi Quan's hand in turning over the contract has not stopped, [What should I do?]

Yan Han: [Are you ready for a divorce agreement?]

The thin sound of paper on the other side of the phone finally stopped.
Chapter completed!