"I have already signed the divorce agreement. Please sign it as soon as possible."

Tan Yutong pushes the folder to the opposite man without expression, but the man doesn't seem to notice the action of Tan Yutong's hands. Instead, he stares at Tan Yutong's pale face.

"What's this, your new routine?"

The man opened his mouth in a low voice and looked down at the contents of the paper.

"That's what you've always wanted, and now I'll make it up to you."

After getting married, Tan Yutong tries her best to please Mo Chongyan. He doesn't like to take her out to meet her friends. She hides herself like an ostrich. He doesn't like to be questioned too much. No matter how curious she is, she doesn't ask any more. Few people even know that Mo Chongyan is married.

Now, it's time to end.

"Tan Yutong, what are you doing?"

Mo Chongyan's eyes are deep and dark. Looking at what Tan Yutong has done, the fire in the fundus of his eyes faintly breaks out. It seems that he will devour Tan Yutong in the next second.

"I've taken my own luggage. This is the key to the old house. I'll never see you again."

The glass door was opened at the same time, the cold wind inadvertently poured into the eyelids, sour and astringent, so that Tan Yutong has been suppressed emotions finally broke out.

Three years ago, she happily married her favorite man. She was so excited that she thought she would be the happiest woman in the world from now on.

He didn't see anyone on his wedding night. She lied to herself that he was busy. He often didn't go home at night. She lied to herself that he had a lot of social activities. There was a lot of gossip outside. She cried and lied to herself that it was a fake.

It wasn't until one month in the morning that Tan Yutong inadvertently opened the newspaper on his desk that he learned that there was a woman outside. The report said that Mo Chongyan was going to marry a woman. Ironically, Mo Chongyan's real wife was never known.

Tan Yutong never knew that what she had paid would end. In the morning newspaper, she didn't cry or question. She just sat around all night.

From night to morning, she packed her clothes one by one from the wardrobe. She cleaned every corner of the house. Then she locked the door and looked up at the house where she had lived for three years. Enough. She gave all she had and had no strength to cheat herself any more.

Lengfeng lost his eyes, Tan Yutong mouth a pull, efforts for so long, love a do not love their own people, the result, or lost, lost to the ground, nothing.

In the high-rise of the top office building, Mo Chongyan stands straight in front of the transparent French window, his eyes overlooking the distance, the smoke in his hand wrapping the figure layer by layer, looking very lonely.

"She asked for a divorce?"

Mo Chongyan turns his back on Wen Yan, his secretary. He seems to be talking to himself.

"Mr. mo..."

Wen Yan talks to his mouth, his eyes aiming at the direction of Mo Chongyan, and he doesn't know whether to hand over the things in his hand.

In the morning, Wen Yan was really surprised when he received the e-mail, because the document was a lawsuit from the court, which indicated that Mrs. Mo was applying to the court for divorce from her boss. In the afternoon, seeing the boss go back to the company in despair, Wen Yan didn't deliver it directly, but now

"Why is she divorced?"

Mo Chongyan is still talking to himself like he's in a lonely world. Wen Yan can't help muttering behind him. Why, anyone who's ever seen a married man often sleep in an office, his wife is on his side, and he's like a golden bachelor. Although Wen Yan knows that his old board is just born with a florid constitution, and he never treats any woman in a special way, No one can resist the rumors.

"Wen Yan, a woman, is she angry if she is too cold to her?"

When Mo Chongyan turns around, his eyes show his desire for answers. Wen Yan looks mentally retarded and looks at his own president. He coughs awkwardly.

"Mr. Mo, a woman should be pained with her heart. Mrs. Mo is such a good woman. How can you..."

Mo Chongyan listens to Wen Yan and looks around. Suddenly, he glances at Wen Yan and calms down.

"What's that, take it."

"Mr. Mo, this is the document I received in the morning. You are just out. I haven't come yet to give it to you."

Mo Chongyan opened the folder at the same time, the anger in the eyes also immediately, he did not expect that Tan Yutong was serious, even the lawsuit can't wait to send up.

"Mr. mo..."

"Get out of here!"

Mo Chongyan suddenly goes crazy. With a wave of his hand, the documents on his desk are all overthrown in an instant. Seeing this, Wen Yan steps back. At this time, it's better to go first.

"Tan Yutong, do you think it's over like this?"

Mo Chongyan frowned deeply, and his eyes were full of flames.

In the old house, when Mo Chongyan's car whistle rings, Tan Yutong can't help but increase her strength and hold the bear doll tightly. She didn't forget to bring it, but she wanted to throw it away or she didn't want to come back to pick it up.It was one time when I went out with my servant and saw the baby grabbing machine on the street, but I couldn't catch it. Just as Mo Chongyan happened to pass by, he caught the baby bear with no effort. Tan Yutong took the baby bear as a treasure and didn't forget to sleep.

"Why, have you changed your mind?"

Mo Chongyan walks out of the car with a pair of long legs and approaches Tan Yutong's side with an imperceptible smile.

"I just forgot to take it. You must have misunderstood me."

Tan Yutong is still holding the bear tightly in her hand. She is sure that Mo Chongyan will never remember that he caught it, because he never asked her why he would keep the bear around, just like he has been ignoring her existence. How can he care about a teddy bear.

"Have you really decided?"

When Mo Chongyan bowed his head, Tan Yutong was shocked. The distance seemed to be close to her lips.

"I think I've made it very clear. Please sign as soon as possible. Don't delay me to find the next happiness."

Tan Yutong didn't say this to stimulate Mo Chongyan. He didn't love her, so how could he be stimulated? He just wanted to leave a little more dignity in front of him. Once, for him, she treated dignity like a weed. Now, she can't do it any more.