C297 Besides Divorce There Was Nothing to Talk about
C297 Besides Divorce There Was Nothing to Talk about
The hand that was on the platform also exerted so much force that veins popped out.
Han Zhiyu acted as if she did not notice his expression. She pushed open his chest and pulled away the distance between the two of them.
She used her emotionless eyes to look at Lu Yiran. The corner of her mouth curled into an unnoticeable bitter smile. "Rather than the two of them suffering now, it would be better to end this marriage as soon as possible. "
As soon as she finished speaking, her wrist was grabbed by the man beside her.
"Zhiyu. . . "
She said with difficulty. . .
For the first time, Lu Yiran found it difficult to speak fluently. But before he could finish, Han Zhiyu's voice came from beside his ear.
"Lu Yiran, let's get a divorce. "
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This was the second time Han Zhiyu calmly said the word divorce in front of him. She was not impulsive.
Her heart was a little panicked. That feeling of not being able to hold on was very clear.
She was too serious, so serious that he was flustered and uneasy.
"Zhiyu, give me three days' time. I will investigate and give you an explanation. "
"Take back the words of divorce. I will pretend not to hear it. If you're angry, you can throw a tantrum at me, but never mention divorce, okay? "
Lu Yiran sent her wrist away and held her hand, but he was surprised to find that Han Zhiyu's hand was terrifyingly cold. It was as if the blood was all ice. It was so cold that it pierced his heart.
Han Zhiyu did not pull back her hand, her eyes quietly looking at the man in front of her, "No matter what the result is, it is no longer important to me. After all, the baby will not come back. "
This sentence was like a knife cutting open a big wound in Lu Yiran's heart. It was bleeding and painful.
The look in Han Zhiyu's eyes at this moment was even more unacceptable than the complaint just now. He turned around and clenched his fists by his side. He did his best to suppress the emotions in his heart. "It is too late today. We will talk another day. You should rest early. "
Then he left in a hurry without waiting for Han Zhiyu's reply.
Han Zhiyu's gaze turned from his back to the chicken soup on the Flowing Platform. Until she heard the sound of the door closing, and the tears that she had been suppressing flowed across her face. . .
The next morning, the sun shone on the entire bedroom, waking up the person sleeping on the big bed.
Han Zhiyu slept while crying last night. When she woke up, her eyes were swollen and uncomfortable.
After waking up and washing up, Han Zhiyu sat in front of the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. Since she was going to the company later, this appearance would definitely attract attention.
So she spent some time to put on makeup, especially the part that emphasized eye makeup. It was not until the reflection of her complexion in the mirror that she put down the blush and got up.
Just when she went downstairs, she saw Lu Yiran coming in with breakfast. Seeing Han Zhiyu coming downstairs, Lu Yiran took the initiative to say, "I bought you breakfast. "
While they were talking, they had already walked to the dining table and took out breakfast after breakfast. It was all Han Zhiyu's favorite food.
Because of the dispute with him last night, Han Zhiyu did not eat anything. Now her body was weak and looking at the fragrant breakfast, she did not have a problem with her stomach and walked over.
She really needed to replenish her energy now.
The moment she passed by, the thick smell of tobacco assailed her nose. It was thick and heavy.
Lu Yiran saw Han Zhiyu walk over and reach out to touch her, but before he could touch her, he was dodged by her.
Lu Yiran's extended hand stiffened. He looked at Han Zhiyu, who was sitting down, and quietly withdrew his hand. "You eat first. I will go and change my clothes. "
Han Zhiyu did not say anything. She looked at the breakfast in front of her. She had a great appetite just now, but at this moment, her stomach was churning.
Taking a deep breath, Han Zhiyu then picked up the chopsticks and ate breakfast.
Lu Yiran took a bath and changed into a set of clothes. Just as Han Zhiyu put down the chopsticks, she got up.
"Zhiyu, let's have a good talk. "
Lu Yiran looked at the calm Han Zhiyu in front of him and stood in front of her. He used the whole night to adjust the unwillingness and pain last night. After he left last night, he sat alone in the car and looked at the window of Han Zhiyu's bedroom. He smoked for the whole night.
In the past, Han Zhiyu's heart must have belonged to him.
"Do you want to talk about divorce?"
He took a shower and stood in front of her. However, as long as his eyes touched her, the picture in the newspaper would appear in front of his eyes. He would also recall Ai Shiqi's voice by his ear. That painful feeling would follow and he would not be able to ignore it.
Lu Yiran took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.
He had never known that his wife could turn a blind eye like this.
"Zhiyu. . . "
"We have nothing to talk about other than divorce. "
Han Zhiyu coldly interrupted Lu Yiran's words.
No matter what he wanted to say to her, she did not want to hear it anymore. She also did not want to change her decision now.
"Han Zhiyu!"
Lu Yiran adjusted his mood for the whole night and was easily ignited by Han Zhiyu's words.
Han Zhiyu still had the same cold and indifferent attitude towards Lu Yiran's anger.
"Make way, I want to go to the company. "
Han Zhiyu looked at the time on the wall and her eyes met Lu Yiran's fiery eyes as she spoke calmly.
After exchanging glances for a few seconds, Lu Yiran stepped aside.
Han Zhiyu stood at the entrance, tidied her clothes, and put on a hat and scarf. She tried her best not to get cold.
Standing at the door, she took out her phone and prepared to call Chen Tian to send her there.
But no one answered the phone for a long time.
As soon as she put down the phone, she saw Lu Yiran slowly drive over and stop beside her.
"Get in the car. "
"No need. I can get Chen Tian to drive. "
"Chen Tian won't be coming over. " Lu Yiran looked at her and said in a low voice, "Get in the car. "
Han Zhiyu frowned so lightly that it could not be heard. She naturally understood that he was the one who told Chen Tian not to come over.
She raised her wrist and looked at the time. It should be difficult to call the car at this time, so she did not insist on bending over and getting into the car.
Along the way, Han Zhiyu's eyes kept staring out the window and did not pay attention to Lu Yiran.
Lu Yiran also focused on driving the car and did not say anything.
The carriage was silent, as if there was an invisible ice river between the two of them.
Until the car stopped at the entrance of the Han's Group.
Han Zhiyu did not even bother to thank him. She pushed open the door and went out.
Lu Yiran's hand on the steering wheel in the car suddenly tightened. His tightly pursed lips revealed a displeased expression.
He frowned and turned to look at Han Zhiyu's back as she left. His eyes were dark and unclear. . .