C174 Qu Gongzi Divorce 6

He was still indispensable.

"Meals together tonight?"

"I'm not free."

"Alright, I won't disturb you even if you're busy. Save it, I'll be waiting for your good news."

Qu Cunzi watched as her graceful figure slowly disappeared in front of the door. When the office door closed again, he almost jumped.

Divorce!

Was it a real divorce?

Back then, he and Jiang Yueming signed a divorce agreement, but, who was Jiang Yueming? Qu Cunzi immediately grabbed hold of the killing machine that was the Board of Directors and became an active member of the upper class while carrying the title of "Mrs. Qu". In order to restore his image, Qu Cunzi had to maintain his status as a married man.

Board of Directors, that's the Tightening Spell.

For so many years, that stubborn rope had been tightly strangling him. Let him breathe hard.

If he paid three to five hundred million more, he would be able to solve the problem. He would never care if he pulled the rope.

He casually opened the web page and saw a lot of Jiang Yueming's reports. The gossip magazine caught up with him and told him that she had been meeting with the great director for the past two months. One of them reported that she had met with a big writer who was in the prime of her life. This person was extremely famous. All the movies that he was good at selling, were known as the gold medal writers, and Jiang Yueming was now prepared to create her own novel with a huge amount of money. It was said that this gold medal writer had revised around 300-400 scripts.

It was said that the two of them went in and out of the same house together, which had aroused the strong dissatisfaction of the writer's wife. The two of them had already divorced the day before yesterday. It was known to the world that this great writer and publisher admired and favored Miss Jiang Yueming very much. For this reason, divorce from a wife who had been together for ten years was not a problem.

A great scholar is worthy of great beauty. People complemented each other.

However, people tend to think that big writers are "unrequited love", after all, there is no evidence. The end of the newspaper contained hints of sand as it declared that Jiang Yueming would never give up on the glory and wealth of the Qu Family to submit to this great writer. After all, no matter how famous the great writer was, or how great his reputation was, compared to the Qu’s Mansion, he was like an ant trying to shake a big tree. No woman would be foolish enough to abandon Qu Cunzi and lower themselves to other men.

Qu Cunzi looked at it for a bit before closing the webpage.

All these years, he had never asked Jiang Yueming about anything and he was not interested.

If so, he would be happy.

By February, the number of roses in the streets had increased. Every stall was filled with piles of roses. Even the market was no exception.

Packed roses, one by one, were expensive.

Meanwhile, there were bundles of roses in the market, 10 yuan for each bundle.

Qu Cunzi stopped at a flower shop and looked at a bunch of roses that had just been wrapped up.

The flower seller welcomed them enthusiastically, "Sir, these flowers are fresh. They were just delivered today. Nothing can be better for a girlfriend."

He smiled and paid.

At the corner of the street was the pet hospital.

It was almost dusk and the guests were sparse.

A little girl brought two little golden fish over while crying, "Dr Fang …" Look at these two goldfish... They've been out of spirit since yesterday... "Hurry up and save them …"

The little goldfish, in the glass bottle, was already listless.