At this time, Ning Wan, who was dizzy, felt a deep pain, but she didn't have a vague consciousness.
A man comes down from the golden stone blue car ahead. The man is not tall, thin, wearing thick rimless glasses, wearing a white shirt and gray suit, spotless shoes, a face tight, as if there would be no other expression.
He walked up and knocked on the window. "Hello, ma'am, you hit my car."
Ning Wan can't wipe the blood on his forehead. When he opens the car door and gets off, his body shakes slightly.
The man stepped back half a step and stood stiffly, "madam, today's accident is caused by running a red light, so you should take full responsibility."
"OK, but I have something to do now. Can we talk about compensation later?" Ning Wan holds the door and tries to stand firm.
After a while, the man looked at Ning Wan and said, "your situation really looks terrible. Let's exchange business cards, and then we can contact again."
Fortunately, although the man looks like an antique, but it's reasonable. Ning Wan and the man exchanged business cards and drove away from the scene.
On the way, she received a call from Song Siqin, "how come you haven't arrived?"
Ning Wan looks at the time. It's 9:05. She's late.
"I'm on my way, about ten minutes."
"Hurry up, don't let us wait."
We? Ning Wan was cold in the heart. At this time, he even wanted to take song Siqin with him Ha ha, rather Wan silent smile, speed up the car. It's a good idea. We'll fight fast, and we'll die old.
……
Driving all the way, Ning Wan finally arrived at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau.
A black car was parked on the side of the road with a familiar license plate number.
Ning Wan remembered that it was Fu Ting's favorite car. She took a deep breath, smiled politely, went up and knocked on the window.
After a while, Fu Ting came out of it.
Today, Fu Ting has always been wearing a black suit suit, revealing a cold air all over his body.
His eyes moved down. When he swept Ning Wan's face, he was about to open his mouth. Song Siqin came down from the back seat and naturally took his arm.
Fu Ting instinctively wants to push song Siqin's hand away, and when he sees Ning Wan's indifferent eyes, he stops.
"My sister doesn't look very well. What happened?" Song Siqin asked with a smile. There was no concern on her face.
Ning Wan raised his hand and wiped his head. He felt a deep pain. She thinks that the pain in her body is better than that in her body.
"Nothing."
"I thought you were going to repent when my sister came so late." Song Siqin finished with a smile and looked up at Fu ting with a delicate little face.
Fu Ting stood cold, a pair of eyes even colder than the weather had been staying on Ning Wan.
Ning Wan ignored Fu Ting's eyes and asked, "if I really repented, what would you do?"
Hearing this, Fu Ting's hand clenched tightly, like trying to suppress something.
Song Siqin's eyebrows and eyes suddenly changed, and he quickly recovered the appearance of just smiling. "Just now I was joking. My elder sister is a person who abides by his promise. How could he turn back?"
"You know me. Since I promised to come, I will certainly come. "
"I......" Song Siqin said only one word, but there was no voice behind him. She kept her eyes on the distance until a thin man in a black suit came in.
Ning Wan wondered where he had seen the man walking in, but he couldn't remember.
"Now that you're here, go ahead, I'll wait for you here." Song Siqin finished, let go of Fu Ting's arm.
Two people walk forward together, on the way someone sees the wound on Ning Wan's forehead, all is to show the surprised expression.
Under the gaze of all the people, Ning Wan and Fu Ting slowly went inside.
A few months ago, two people came here full of joy, after a sweet period, everything is different.
And the funniest thing is that before she and Fu Ting had time to hold a wedding ceremony, all the beauty was over.
She wanted to laugh, couldn't laugh, wanted to cry, and worried about being laughed at.
From the confused night to what happened after returning home, it may be just a joke from heaven.
Ning Wan laughs at herself, takes the number with Fu Ting, and waits patiently.
……
In the car, song Siqin sat quietly and looked out of the window. He was very happy. His goal was about to be achieved. It was really gratifying.
All of a sudden, she glanced at the document bag in the passenger seat.
No, it's the divorce agreement of the two. Did Fu Tingzhen forget to bring it, or did he deliberately forget to bring it?
She hesitated when she put one hand on the door. If she didn't read it wrong, Jiang Yuntian had just entered. The thought of the man made her face very ugly.
Wait a minute. If they really want to divorce, they may come out later.In other words, if I didn't take Fu Ting's imitation signature that day, how could I cheat Ning Wan? After getting the divorce agreement signed by Ning Wan, she immediately wiped it off, and there was no trace on the paper. Later, she took the divorce agreement signed by Ning Wan and gave it to Fu Ting
Ha ha, everything is in the direction of their own plan.
……
There are many people in the hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau, including the newly married couple who come happily with the red copy, and the men and women who come out with the green copy.
Ning Wan looked at people far and near, and his breath was short.
Fu Ting's frown can kill a fly. After a few deep breaths, he suddenly turns around to look at Ning Wan on one side, with some tension and indifference in his haughty voice. "Do you have to divorce?"
Here we are. What's the point of saying that? Ning Wan with blood stains, slowly raised his head, "divorce agreement with you?"
Fu Ting stood stiffly, as if struck by lightning.
"No? Is that in the car? I asked her to bring it in. " Ning Wan smiles, turns on his cell phone and looks for song Siqin's cell phone number.
After a few calls, the phone was connected. When Ning Wan was ready to speak, his mobile phone was suddenly robbed. The next second, she found that her wrist was tightly held by Fu ting and strode forward.
"Hello, where are you taking me?"
Fu Ting, who is walking ahead, doesn't speak, just strides ahead.
Running all the way, Ning Wan was able to keep up with Fu ting.
Arriving at the side door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Fu Ting finally stops.
Ning Wan rubbed her wrist. "What are you taking me out for?"
Fu Ting's body slightly curved, a pair of big hands on Ning Wan's shoulder. The pain came and she held her breath.
"I asked you last..."
Ning Wan had guessed what he was going to say, and suddenly pushed his hand away. "Don't you think it's funny that you took song Siqin to demonstrate to me in this place today and asked this question?"
"Ridiculous?" Fu Ting bowed his head and said, then he burst out laughing.
Ning Wan looked at him quietly. When he had enough laughter, he said, "can we go in now?"
"Am I a joke in your eyes?" When Fu Ting said this, his face was full of sadness.
No, Ning Wan thinks he is a joke.
She lightly a smile, "walk, enter."