His tone of humble prayer, but no matter what he said, everything is irreparable.
Lu AI Xi looked at him quietly, indifferent to the heartless: "you don't regret, it has nothing to do with me for a long time. I don't want to repeat some words too many times, which is meaningless. In the future, as long as you stay away from me, it will be enough. Fu Si Chao, don't let me hate you any more, OK
She pushed him away and left without looking back.
Fu Sichao looked at her back, whose eyes were scarlet and bloody, and felt heartache to the extreme.
Will he never get her back?
Will they never go back?
No matter how many times Fu Si Chao looks for her, Lu AI Xi all coldly refuses, the attitude is cold to heartless.
A few days later, the rejected Fu Si Chao returned to the country.
Occasionally, someone will ask him whether he and Lu Aixi are really divorced. After all, their affairs are boiling on the Internet. The marriage of the Fu family and the Lu family naturally attracts the attention of the outside world.
Even if they are not famous people, the wind and grass between them also occupy the headlines.
There are always good people who like to see the gratitude and resentment of the rich and enjoy talking about it.
Fu Si Chao has always ignored their problems, but each time he signs a contract, he will deliberately indicate that he is married, not divorced.
There will also be a lot of courage to ask him, Mrs. Fu did not appear for a long time, whether there is something wrong between them.
"Are you asking these questions to solve my emotional problems?" Fu Sichao asked back.
His indifference and inhumanity make irrelevant people dare not get close to him.
His world seems to be quiet down, and the Zhao family side, because of Zhao Qianqian's stupidity, Zhao's group completely declared bankruptcy. After Zhao Pu's death, the above also checked out the evidence of the Zhao family's crime, and Zhao Qianqian's father was put into prison.
Zhao Qianqian, who had no choice but to find Fu Si Chao again.
In the dark of the night, Zhao Qianqian had been waiting for Fu Sichao all day in aisbieyuan, and finally looked at the car from afar.
She stood in front of the car fearlessly, stopped the car, and then walked to the window facing Fu Si.
"Fu Si Chao, if I tell you a secret, can you let go of our Zhao family?"
Fu Si Chao looked at her coldly, only gently swept one eye, and then turned away the line of sight without any interest.
Zhao Qianqian knew that his current state of sadness is no greater than the death of the heart. He bit his teeth and told him the most important news she knew.
……
On the streets of Paris, France, a few children were feeding pigeons. Lu AI Xi sat on one side and looked at them quietly. Then he picked up his brush and fixed the beautiful picture down.
A cold wind blowing, she was shivering with cold, a few leaves fell, falling to the ground.
There is still half of the painting is not finished. Lu AI Xi doesn't want to give up halfway. But it's cold and she doesn't bring any clothes. She will get sick if she goes on like this.
Yan Jun is not around. He has his own things to do.
Just as Lu AI Xi was struggling to go back, a coat was draped over her shoulder with residual body temperature on it. Her thin body was wrapped tightly, and her cold body was gradually covered and warmed.
Lu AI Xi subconsciously looked back, and saw that tall and gaunt man, eyes affectionately looking at her, handsome face, with easily perceived sadness.
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