Chapter 889

There is no such idiom in her Huarong dictionary.

Ronan felt at first that she was really brave.

If you want to withdraw from a relationship, you have to hurt your muscles and bones.

She couldn't imagine how long twenty-two years would be. That's five sixths of my life. Even if Fengjin is a thorn, it has already penetrated into the bone and grew with flesh and blood.

And now the Huarong wants to pull it out directly.

Does that hurt?

Absolutely no less pain than she lost Fu Tingyuan.

There was a gentle knock outside the door.

"Huarong, it's me."

It's the voice of Fengjin.

Luonan turned his head and looked at Huarong at the beginning. He saw that the corner of her lips with the cigarette in her mouth slowly poured out some satire.

A slight "cluttering" sound, the door was pushed open from the outside, Fengjin stood at the door, and then hesitantly raised his head to see in.

When he saw Huarong, he seemed to feel a little relieved and walked in. When he saw luonanchu, who was wrapped in a blanket with Huarong, he also politely said to her, "Miss Luo, can you do me a favor? I want to talk to my wife."

Ronan turned his head and took a look at Huarong.

The other party was holding a cigarette and lifted his chin to her. He said softly, "at the beginning, you should go back to sleep first."

Ronan didn't give up at first.

Just like Fu Tingyuan said, no matter how worried she was about Huarong, the affair between Huarong and Fengjin was indeed their family affair.

She can't get in.

Ronan nodded his head and said in a soft voice, "then go to bed early."

Huarong laughed and said, "well. You too. "

When Luonan first went out, what she finally heard was the languid and indifferent voice of Huarong's voice, and her words and sentences with some slight weariness: "what else can I do for you?"

She gently closed the door, the line of sight is the face of flowers wearing a blanket leaning against the railing, holding a cigarette, looking at the Phoenix brocade look.

It's a little arrogant and a little domineering.

This evening, she did not know exactly what Huarong and Fengjin talked about.

However, when Huarong came to England to attend the engagement ceremony between Fu Tingyuan and Lu Mingyou, she had already divorced Fengjin.

She forcefully pulled out the thorn of Fengjin from her own flesh and blood, and broke her heart on the ground, and refused to compromise with him.

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when Luonan first returned to his bedroom, Fu Tingyuan was already asleep.

She did not turn on the light to disturb him, but carefully climbed into the bed, opened the quilt and got into the bed.

"Finally willing to come back?"

There was a man's gloomy voice in his ear.

When Ronan first got out of the quilt, he saw the man looking at her with his eyes open.

The eyes were cool.

The man who keeps an empty room alone is very angry.

At the beginning, Luonan went directly to Fu Tingyuan's arms.

She rubbed her face against his chest, put her arms around his neck and kissed his face. The smile on her face was sweet: "angry?"

Fu Tingyuan looked at her coldly.

That's very careful. Ronan thought. Even the vinegar of Huarong.

With some of the vinegar King Yin Mobei.

"Let her husband accompany her, and I will come back."

“……”

"My hands are cold, Fu Tingyuan."

Fu Tingyuan held out her ice claws and asked coldly, "what's going on? It's freezing like this."

Luo Nan initially buried his face in Fu Tingyuan's arms, "um He accompanied Rong Rong and blew the wind for a while

Fu Tingyuan low scolded: "two neuropathy."

He put his arm around her and put her cold body in his arms.

Ronan buried his face in his arms with a comfortable sigh and closed his eyes.