Feng churui gets off first, then bypasses the front of the car and opens the front passenger door. Song Weiwei gets off with a smile. They look at each other with a smile, and then walk towards them together.

Wu Xuewei secretly clenched her hand. The picture of Feng churui and song Weiwei walking side by side stimulated her eyes, and a strong idea of running away suddenly rose in her mind.

Just as she took a step back and turned away desperate, the calm and penetrating male voice sounded, "Xuewei."

Wu Xuewei's feet seemed to have roots, and she couldn't move any more. Behind her, she vaguely heard Feng churui's warm words asking song Weiwei to wait for a while, and then walked slowly towards her.

He Jingyan looked at Feng churui with a mocking face. When he passed by, he said contemptuously, "since you don't want her, don't tease her. The iron heart can't carry it and trample it repeatedly! Without you, she will meet better!"

Feng churui's eyes were slightly restrained. He smiled a little and didn't say much. He walked to Wu Xuewei with his back to him.

Wu Xuewei looked at Feng churui standing in front of her. Before raising her head, she took a few deep breaths. Now, she had the courage to formally ask, "what's the matter with me?"

"Yes." He nodded his head and then went straight to the subject: "do you have time at noon? If you're okay, come with me to the Civil Affairs Bureau. We divorced."

His voice is still so gorgeous, his tone is still slow, his voice is clear, but his words are like a bomb, which instantly smashes the only hope in her heart.

Her body shook. Wu Xuewei took a deep breath and asked incredulously, "what are you talking about?"

Feng churui raised his hand and looked at the time. It seemed a little urgent, but his good cultivation still made him not show impatience. Instead, he repeated in a low voice: "if you are free at noon, go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with me, and we will go through the divorce formalities."

"For song Weiwei?" God knows, asking this sentence almost exhausted all her strength.

Feng churui's dark eyes looked at her indifferently, pursed his lips and didn't want to answer her.

Everything seems to be self-evident.

He got up with song Weiwei. A few days ago, song Weiwei had a high-profile talk on the imperial radio about the secret and interesting things between them. Without his permission, song Weiwei dared to say?

His heart was deeply stabbed with a knife, bleeding and cramping in the corner he couldn't see.

Wu Xuewei bent her lips far fetched and stubbornly looked into his eyes. "What if I say, I don't want to leave and I don't want to make you happy?"

Feng churui frowned. "Xuewei, you're not such a naive person."

Oh, isn't she such a naive person?

She's a naive person. What's the matter!

Yes, she said she went to the Civil Affairs Bureau with him to divorce him, so as to fulfill song Weiwei's position, but now she's back on her word. What's the matter?

She's naive once. What's the matter?!

What dignity, what pride, all collapsed into ruins at this moment. In the face of his indifferent face and lukewarm eyes, his proud self-esteem had already been stepped on his feet first, his fingers clenched, and her nails stabbed deeply into the meat. Wu Xuewei bit her lips and swayed and wanted to fall. She asked, "can't we get a divorce? We... Don't get a divorce."

Feng churui looked indifferent without any change. After hearing her words, he just slightly hooked his lips, "Xuewei, don't be kidding. I don't have much time. I'll fly back to s city at two o'clock and go through the formalities while we both have time now."