An unnamed fire was inexplicably ignited in Jiang Shu's chest, and she thought he didn't come out to see her because he cared about the money.

It was useless to avoid it any longer. He put one hand in his pocket and went down the stairs with a gloomy expression on his face.

Her eyes lingered for a moment on her face that had lost a whole circle, and her heart seemed to be hit by something, causing inexplicable pain.

The man resisted the urge to push the person into his arms, and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Ningning, in the future... I will accompany you to eat in the future, and if you have something to do, put it away first, no Let’s just leave as we said before, let’s not leave… alright?”

Wen Ning's delicate brows were slightly wrinkled. She didn't know what Jiang Shu meant. It was obvious that he didn't want her: "Why don't you talk anymore...the formalities have been agreed."

Jiang Shu suddenly raised his lips and laughed in a self-deprecating laugh. He restrained his expression, and returned to the most familiar appearance of Wen Ning.

"The formalities will be done now, and I will find someone to come directly to the house."

"By the way, you should throw away those things that you should throw away, and take away what you should take away. Don't put them at home and take up space."

The people under Jiang Shu are efficient, and they go through all the processes within a short time.

The moment he took over the divorce book, the man was expressionless.

Wen Ning put the notebook in her backpack and returned to the guest room she once stayed in obediently.

She didn't have much stuff at all. She walked into the bathroom and saw the toothbrush she used on the sink. There were still water marks on the toothbrush. Wen Ning glanced at it suspiciously, and threw it into the trash without thinking much. .

The rest are just those plush toys.

The doll was given to her by Jiang Mengmeng, and Jiang Shu wanted her to throw it away, so she planned to take it away, but when she walked to the bedside, she didn't see any of it.

The man leaned against the door frame with a sullen face: "Hurry up, there is no time for you to clean up."

After hesitating for a long time, Wen Ning said, "Are the dolls that Mengmeng gave me thrown away? I didn't find it..."

Jiang Shu raised his eyebrows: "I don't seem to have any obligation to keep it for you."

Indeed, Wen Ning nodded, she was about to leave with her bag on her back, she stepped on her feet, suddenly remembered something, and pulled out a mobile phone case from her bag.

"I also returned the phone to you. I forgot it before, sorry."

The little girl put the box on the table, and now she really left, without looking back.

The man lowered his eyes, his eyes lightly swept over the divorce certificate in the palm of his hand, which was crumpled by him.

After a while, he calmed down, took out a cardboard box from the closet next to him, and gently and carefully placed the plush toys in the cardboard box back on the big bed one by one.

Then he walked into the bathroom and glanced at the trash can. He picked up the toothbrush that Wen Ning had thrown away like a baby, rinsed it under the tap, and put it back into the toothbrush.

After everything was done, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, but there seemed to be a faint pain in the missing piece in his heart.

The man took the phone that Wen Ning returned to him, and slid down to the floor beside the bed, looking a little dejected. He lit a cigarette with his left hand, and turned on the phone she had used with his right.

The moment the screen lit up, Jiang Shu saw two familiar faces.

On the wallpaper, Wen Ning excitedly held Zhang Caijing newspaper to her side, her brows and eyes curved, and she smiled happily.

The man in the financial newspaper is him.

He suddenly remembered that one night, the little girl held up her mobile phone and softly begged him to take a picture with her.

At that moment he said nonchalantly, "No shooting."

The man's eyes were red for the first time.

The author has something to say: Pocket: May ask Mr. Jiang, is it cool?

Jiang Shu: Ren Tiangao, bring the gun here.

Chapter 16

In the first week of the divorce, Jiang Shu worked step by step every day. The company villa was two o'clock and one line. He didn't go home for a few days before, and he didn't care about the food and lodging in the company. Eat in Yuganwan, and go back to Yuganwan to sleep every night.

Isn't this the life she wants, and it's not difficult, if he wants to, he can do it easily.

But how can it be done now? People are gone.

In the first few days, he still had fantasies to deceive himself, thinking that although life in the cold city was colorful, it was only a paradise for the rich. She stayed by his side for more than half a year, and she would always be spoiled and have no money. Now, after suffering, she will go home. If she wants to come back, he won't bother with her about the divorce. It's good to know that she will come back.

However, as the days passed, Wen Ning never contacted him again, never called the villa, let alone called him.

On the surface, the man was calm, it was time to go to work, talk about investment and investment, but he did not fall into business at all, and even managed to swallow a few big companies that were just around the corner in the industry with a clear mind.

Jiang Shi, who was originally in the pension state, suddenly became bloody, and the employees below the company softly counted the increasing bonuses in private, while convincingly boasted.

"As expected of a man in his early twenties who didn't look down on the Jiang family's wealth, and insisted on starting from scratch to conquer the country."

"Compared to the local leopard, Mr. Chen, who licks the Jiang family's property like a dog all the time, Mr. Jiang's strength is simply crushing."

"No, how can President Jiang see such a small number? Give him two years, and he can get back ten Jiang Clan by himself."

"Mr. Chen, don't come out to the moon and touch porcelain, you will lose your life..."

But only Ren Tiangao knew that the omnipotent President Jiang was divorced. He used his job to counteract his lovesickness and vented his anger at those unlucky people who had been acquired.

Xiaoqing Xiaoai is the original intention, and it is quite impossible to do it.

As soon as he got home in the evening, Jiang Shu took a bottle of vodka from the wine cellar and poured it with his head up, and the delicate Adam's apple kept sliding.

He suddenly remembered that a few months ago, he had just returned from abroad, and Wen Ning was working in that small real estate company. He was eager to catch her, and took her soft hand to watch the scene of the home in the general case.