After the second marriage, I acted weak in a wealthy family

Chapter 249 Divorce Agreement (1)

He Biya sat in the hall of Xu Nuo's house, and Xu Chengjun took a look at the divorce agreement.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, I really can't stay here."

He Biya bowed deeply to Xu Chengjun, and promised to pat the pen on the table.

"Sign it!"

Xu Chengjun gritted his teeth, "Can you accompany me for a walk?"

She held He Biya tightly and walked out, Xu Nuo stared at them, "Mom, can you stop doing this, I'm going to be separated from her, how can you bother her?"

The promised words were pushing He Biya away, Xu Chengjun glanced at him, "while I am awake, I want to talk to Xiaoya alone, I want to go outside for a walk."

Xu Chengjun held He Biya tightly with his hand, and He Biya suddenly felt a burst of difficulty, "It's the last time, let me walk with Auntie."

She said softly, Xu Nuo lowered her eyebrows, nodded, and kept tapping her fingers on the table, as if she was in a hurry.

"OK then."

Xu Nuo was very reluctant. He lowered his head and typed on the phone, as if he was contacting someone.

He Biya's message was ringing, she opened it and saw that it was a promised text message, if you know that I am unemployed now, please don't tell my mother.

He Biya replied with a good word. Even if she complained about Xu Nuo in her heart, she would save face for him. He once said that painting was the only thing he would do in his life, but now he gave up.

He Biya, the soul body, stood aside, sinking into a dimple, "I used to be really like a vine, climbing on your body, I thought that as long as I kept giving, you would melt one day, but I was wrong, if you were ice, I would not be able to climb, I have kept asking myself all these years, what exactly do I like about you?"

He Biya promised to sit in the room, a square table, a wooden stool, he sat upright, and was dressed in clean white clothes, which was out of place in this concrete floor room.

He is too new and the house is too old.

"You told me before that painting is your life's work, but you gave up and promised, didn't you want to know what I thought when Zhuo Fan told me the news?"

He Biya silenced her voice, and then looked at Liu Yi'an, the soul body beside her. He was staring intently at the original self, and when the corners of his eyes drooped, he had an unruly smile.

"I really want to see what you will look like after you can't draw. Will it be painful and uncomfortable?"

He Biya couldn't help smiling, and there was a bit of sadness in her almond-like eyes, "But when I saw you sitting here calmly and told me not to tell your mother, I felt that I was too I underestimated you, I just want to see you fall from the high platform, promise, I want to see you from then on!"

He Biya grumbled, the veins on her forehead stood up one by one, her eyes were full of disdain.

"You finally said it."

Liu Yi'an said lightly, He Biya punched up, but found that his fist was empty, why he could pull himself, but one by one
He Biya quickly withdrew her little fist.

"Why, why are there so many people in the square that day, you just want to blame me!"

He Biya roared, she had never spoken to Liu Yi'an so loudly before, "I don't care if your name is Xu Nuo or Liu Yi'an, if you make me wrong, I will blame you!"

(End of this chapter)