Chapter 577

At this time, Su Zhengxiao is such an existence for Tang Xiaoran.

When he is not willing, he is his own day.

Just want to watch and look at him. Even if she is ridiculed and indifferent, she feels sweet.

Now that I have figured it out, I feel relaxed and comfortable, and it doesn't hurt so much.

Seeing that she ignored it, Su Zhengxiao's anger soared.

He walked with long legs and stopped her directly; "Didn't you hear me?"

"What if you hear it? What if you don't hear it?"

She stood still and asked faintly.

A completely unexpected answer!

This time, Su Zhengxiao was stunned.

When was she so indifferent to herself?

Oh.

Acting is addictive.

Finally, he shook the thing in his palm; "Yes or no?"

"No!" she said directly.

Bypass him, stand under the stop sign with a bag and wait for the bus.

"Tang Xiaoran, if you want to attract my attention, then I tell you, it's useless!"

Tang Xiaoran turned his eyebrows and looked at Su Zhengxiao: "attract your attention? What attention?"

Su Zhengxiao's black eyes sank: "I set up a stall on the road I have to go through every day. Don't I just want to pretend hardship and win my sympathy and attention?"

"Puff -"

Unable to hold back, Tang Xiaoran laughed and looked at him and said, "Su Zhengxiao, narcissism is a disease that needs to be cured!"

Su Zhengxiao was arrogant and arrogant: "I know if I'm sick. I know what you think, too."

"Su Zhengxiao, I advise you to go to the hospital and have a look here." Tang Xiaoran raised his hand and gently lit his temple.

Su Zhengxiao raised his eyebrows and didn't listen at all.

In his mind, this is nothing more than Tang Xiaoran acting deliberately.

Woman, what a trick!

At this point, the bus stops.

Tang Xiaoran walked towards the bus with his bag.

However, only two steps forward, the bag was gripped from behind.

She turned back; "Let go!"

Su Zheng's owl's black eyes converged, and his dark eyes fell on her.

He pulled his thin lips and said impatiently, "don't you feel ashamed?"

make a fool of oneself?

Tang Xiaoran felt cold at the bottom of his heart.

She turned back and looked up at him, Su Zhengxiao.

The man's face is still handsome, but his outline is sharp and his eyes are cold and piercing.

But now Tang Xiaoran doesn't care very much. Even, she smiled and said, "Su Zhengxiao, we're divorced. You can't control it!

Even if you are ashamed, it has nothing to do with your half a cent. You have no power and are not qualified to take care of me. "

Hearing the speech, Su Zhengxiao's pupils contracted and his face was stunned.

Damn it, I almost forgot that they were divorced.

"Oh, are you not afraid to lose Jingxuan's face?"

Tang Xiaoran's chest fluctuated and silent.

The bus is about to start. If you spit it out, you won't catch up.

She didn't want to tangle with him any more. She just loosened her bag and got on the bus.

Since he wants it, she gives it to him!

When she stepped on the bus with her back foot, the door was closed. She stumbled and almost fell to the ground. She quickly grabbed the handrail to stabilize her body.

The car is very empty, especially in the last row.

Tang Xiaoran sat in the back seat. Through the window, she could clearly see Su Zhengxiao carrying a bag.

Without any emotion, she looked straight ahead.

From that night on, the heart that loved him had died.

Standing there, Su Zhengxiao was still carrying the bag.

He frowned more and more tightly and stared at the bag with a little disgust.

Looking around, private cars come and go, or buses. There are few taxis in this area.

After a few curses, he called the company's assistant and asked him to drive a car.

After only ten minutes, the assistant drove over.

Su Zhengxiao was still carrying the dirty son. The assistant was really stunned.

Then, get off quickly.

The first thing after getting off the bus, he quickly took the bag in his hand and said; "President, you get in the car and I'll throw it."

The bag was handed to the assistant. He stepped on the car. Yu Guang just saw the assistant holding the bag to the nearby dustbin.

Somehow, that appearance merged with the woman's back just now, and Su Zheng owl opened his mouth; "Forget it, throw it into the trunk first."

The assistant looked down at the bag covered with ash and soil and said he was puzzled.

Isn't this rubbish?

Why does president Su still keep it?

Back to Su's house, Jingxuan is eating.

Compared with the previous two days, he is much more clever. He is neither noisy nor noisy. He just doesn't talk, just like a wooden man.

Uncle Liu can only sigh.

Originally, the young master was dull enough.

Now, even the lively young master has become like this.

If it goes on like this, the young master will certainly become the second young master.

Su house, without any human fireworks, is like an ice cellar.

Glancing at him, Su Zheng owl was also having dinner.

However, he was put together by Tang Xiaoran and was in a very bad mood.

One big and one small, quiet dining, like two ice sculptures.

After dinner, they still talked to each other. Su Zhengxiao went upstairs.

He threw his coat on the bed, called his lawyer and asked him about the distribution of property in divorce.

"Miss Tang didn't accept the house and check given by President su. Her only request is to leave the things given to her to the young master. I have reported these to the president."

Su Zhengxiao answered without saying anything.

The lawyer did say, but he didn't care at all, so he didn't listen.

She was a little curious and surprised. She didn't reach out to pick up all the things he sent.

The long finger with distinct bone joints pressed on the mobile phone. He calmly raised his eyebrows and made a phone call, whispering something.

……

Back in the room, Tang Xiaoran turned on the light. The house was empty, just like her heart.

No landing, no dependence, empty like a broken blood mouth.

Tired, really tired.

The fatigue in her body can't be described by words. She just squats on the ground.

Without Jingxuan's small figure and his thoughtful and sensible words, everything was empty, and there was no sense of sureness to hug him to sleep.

She put her hands around her knees and buried her head quietly between her legs.

Only this posture will not make you feel so lonely and helpless.

She thought that the work of setting up a stall could not continue.

After all, she used to be su Zhengxiao's wife and has been in Hong Kong newspapers. Some people don't know her, but others do.

If this matter is photographed by interested people and posted on the Internet or in the newspaper.

So, what kind of eyes will those interested people look at Jingxuan?

He went to one of the best noble schools in Hong Kong. He really can't lose face.

Indeed, she could no longer be so embarrassed.

I really don't care, but what about Jingxuan?

The future is bleak. It's like a sandstorm. The roaring yellow sand hurts your eyes and doesn't see the slightest hope.

Chemotherapy is also imminent. It seems that all bad things are pressing on her, heavy and out of breath.

All night, tossing and turning.