Chapter 297

After listening to Han Zhiyu's words, Lu Zhiyu's heart seemed to be torn open, and a deep pain flashed across his eyes.

The hand that buckles on the stage of flow management also makes great efforts to burst out green tendon.

Han Zhiyu as if did not notice his expression in general, push his chest, open the distance between the two.

She looked at Lu with her impassive eyes, and a bitter smile came from the corner of her mouth: "it's better to end this marriage as soon as possible than to suffer so much now."

As soon as the voice fell, his wrist was grabbed by the man beside him.

"Zhiyu..."

Hard to spit out a word

For the first time, Lu also found it difficult to speak fluently, but before he finished speaking, Han Zhiyu's voice came to his ear.

"So is Lu. Divorce."

“！”

This is the second time that Han Zhiyu calmly says the word divorce in front of him. She is not impulsive.

Heart, some panic, the kind of grasp, but very clear feeling.

She was too serious, so serious that he was flustered.

"Zhiyu, you give me three days, I will investigate and give you an explanation."

"I don't think I heard the divorce. If you are angry, you can lose your temper with me, but never mention divorce, OK? "

Lu also sent her wrist, holding her hand, but surprised to find that Han Zhiyu's hand, ice frightening. As if the blood is the kind of ice, cold into his heart.

Han Zhiyu didn't draw back her hand. She looked at the man quietly. "No matter what the result is, it doesn't matter to me. After all, the baby won't come back."

This sentence is like a knife in Lu's heart gouged out a big wound, bloody pain.

And Han Zhiyu's eyes at the moment are more unacceptable than the accusation just now. He turns around and clenches his hands on his side to suppress his emotions. "It's too late today. We'll talk about it another day. You can have a rest early."

Then, without waiting for Han Zhiyu to reply, he left in a hurry.

Han Zhiyu's eyes turned from his back to the chicken soup on the Liuli terrace until he heard the sound of closing the door, and his tears ran across his cheek

The next morning, the sun spread all over the bedroom, waking up the sleeping people on the big bed.

Han Zhiyu fell asleep crying last night. When she woke up, her eyes were swollen.

After getting up to wash, Han Zhiyu sits in front of the dresser and looks at himself in the mirror. Since he is going to the company later, this pattern will certainly attract attention.

so she spent a little time on makeup, especially on the part of her eye makeup, until she looked good in the mirror, and then put down her blush and got up.

As soon as he came downstairs, he saw Lu coming in with breakfast. When Han Zhiyu came downstairs, Lu also took the initiative to say, "I bought you breakfast."

The speaker had already come to the dining table and took out the breakfast one by one, which Han Zhiyu liked to eat.

Han Zhiyu didn't eat because of a dispute with him last night. Now she is weak. Looking at the delicious breakfast, she doesn't have to go with her stomach and walks over.

She needs a lot of energy now.

Pass by the moment, a strong smell of tobacco, strong and heavy.

Lu also looks at Han Zhiyu coming and reaches for her. She avoids her before she touches her.

Lu Yijiang stretched out his hand and looked at Han Zhiyu, who was sitting down. He silently withdrew his hand: "you eat first, I'll change my clothes."

Han Zhiyu didn't speak. Looking at the breakfast in front of him, he just had a good appetite. At this time, his stomach turned over.

After taking a deep breath, Han Zhiyu picked up the chopsticks and had breakfast.

Lu also took a bath and changed his clothes. Han Zhiyu just put down her chopsticks and got up.

"Zhiyu, let's have a good talk."

Looking at the calm Han Zhiyu in front of her, Lu is also standing in front of her. Last night's reluctance and pain, he spent the night debugging, after leaving last night, a person sitting in the car, looking at the window of Han Zhiyu's bedroom, smoking all night.

Little by little in the past, Han Zhiyu's heart must have his.

"About divorce?"

He took a bath and stood in front of him, but as long as his eyes touched him, the picture in the newspaper would appear in front of his eyes, and the voice of ashiqi would be recalled in his ears. The feeling of pain to the bone marrow would follow, which could not be ignored.

Lu took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

He had never known before that his wife could turn her horn like this.

"Zhiyu..."

"We have nothing to talk about but divorce."

Han Zhiyu coldly interrupted Lu's words.

No matter what he wants to say to herself, she doesn't want to listen any more, and doesn't want to change the decision now.

"Han Zhiyu!"

Lu also adjusted one night's mood, is ignited easily by Han Zhiyu's words.For Lu is also angry, Han Zhiyu or that cold light attitude.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the company."

Han Zhiyu took a look at the time on the wall, and his eyes were deep with the fire jumping on the land, and he spoke calmly.

For a few seconds, Lu also got out of the way.

Han Zhiyu stood at the entrance, arranged her clothes, put on her hat and silk scarf, and tried not to let herself get cold.

Standing at the door, she took out her mobile phone and prepared to call Chen Tian to let him send her.

But no one answered the phone for a long time.

As soon as I put down the phone, I saw Lu driving slowly and stopping beside her.

"Get in the car."

"No, I'll let Chen Tian deliver it."

"Chen Tian won't come." Lu also looked at her and said in a low voice, "get in the car."

Han Zhiyu frowned lightly and knew naturally that he told Chen Tian not to come.

I raised my wrist and looked at the time. It should be difficult to call the car at this point, so I didn't insist on bending down to get on the car.

Along the way, Han Zhiyu's eyes have been staring out of the window, ignoring Lu.

Lu also focused on driving without opening his mouth.

The car was silent, as if there was an invisible glacier between them.

Until the car stops at the gate of Hans group.

Han Zhiyu didn't even bother to say thank you. He pushed the door open and went down.

The driver's hand on the steering wheel suddenly tightens, and his lips reveal his displeasure.

He frowned and turned to look at Han Zhiyu's back as he left. His eyes were dark