Attention please,Ex-husband!

"Freedom?" Fu Liangcheng eyes light a dark: "you are not free in Fu family?"

"Yes." Ruan Su turned her eyes and looked at him and thought, "there is..."

"Isn't that home to you? Is it a cage? " Fu Liangcheng couldn't see through Ruan Su's mind, only felt a burst of depression. The woman actually said that she had no freedom in the Fu family.

Ruan Su sighed, turned to look out of the window and said, "that's your home, not my home..."

Her voice is a touch of grievance, and deep sadness, Fu Liangcheng feel his heart as if he was hit by something, dull pain.

Her small face is just big, so reflected on the glass window, blurred, but her big eyes can still be clearly visible, the light through, let people involuntarily pain, heartache.

Fu Liangcheng's eyebrows raised: "shall we move out?"

"Ah?" Ruan Su was stunned: "what do you say?"

"I have an apartment downtown." Fu Liangcheng took his eyes back and focused on driving. In fact, he wanted to hide his emotions.

Ruan Su blinked several times, stretched out his hand and pinched himself: "no dream, Fu Liangcheng, did you take the wrong medicine?"

He said he was going to move out, didn't she?

Is this still the Fu Liang Cheng she knows?

Facing Ruan Su's unbelievable eyes, Fu Liangcheng wrung her eyebrows. The little girl, being kind to her, said that he had taken the wrong medicine?

"Don't you like living in the Fu family?" Fu Liangcheng eyes deep at Ruan su.

Ruan Su thought for a while and nodded gently. At Fu's house, she felt that she had half her life left.

"I'll have the apartment cleaned up." Fu Liangcheng takes back his eyes, his voice is not cold or hot, so Ruan Su can't guess what kind of operation he is.

Ruan Su leaned on the back of her chair and sent a message to Li Mengmeng with her mobile phone: "Fu Liangcheng seems crazy."

"If you don't divorce him, you need more property!"

Ruan Su took a puff from the corner of his lips. Look, this is Li Mengmeng's answer.

After a while, Li Mengmeng sent her another wechat, "what's wrong with you, general manager Fu?"

"He said he would move out, and today he sent me to see my father."

Ruan Su's own intelligence quotient is not enough to analyze Fu Liangcheng's thoughts.

So she asked for help. However, Li Mengmeng was not reliable.

Li Mengmeng replied, "that's not right. Do you want me to ask my husband to ask a psychology professor to show him?"

"It's not a psychological problem, is it?" Ruan Su thinks that Fu Liangcheng is not a psychological problem, it should be a brain.

"Did Mr. Fu bump into his brain and lose his memory just like you?" Li Mengmeng asked again.

Ruan Su thought for a while and gave her an expression that she didn't know. Recently, Fu Liangcheng is really very strange.

If it was Fu Liangcheng in the past, Ruan Su could still resist for a while, but now she is not used to it.

The car was blocked at a curb out of the city. Ruan Su looked forward and saw that there were at least 100 cars. It seemed that there was a rear end accident in front of them, so the traffic flow was still in place.

Fu Liangcheng did not know where to take out a cigarette case, and then opened the window, but did not light.

His slender index finger in the window gently beat rhythm, a light voice humming what.

Ruan Su frowned slightly and counted the beat according to the rhythm of Fu Liangcheng. He found that the man was listening to master Mao's song?

This is clearly Master Mao's "people like me"!

Ruan Su's lips smile, he saw that he lit the smoke, white fog slowly rising from the corner of his lips, put away the lighter, his unfathomable eyes like to see something, tightly staring at the opposite side of the road.

Ruan Su looked along doubtfully. With only one glance, her heart trembled. Then, Ruan Su saw that Fu Liangcheng's clear-cut face lit up with an unknown dark light, which seemed to be tolerating something.

The face of dense white fog, more and more let Ruan Su can not see clearly, across the road

On weekdays, this part of the suburban road is very desolate. Basically, there are no people out of the city, and they will not take this road. People who leave the city seldom choose this road, because it is close to the crematorium, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

But today, because of the traffic jam at every exit, Fu Liangcheng chose this road, but he didn't expect to see this scene.

Fu Liangcheng's hand shaking with the cigarette, the ash fell on his cuff naturally, but he seemed to have no feeling, staring at the opposite side of the road, his eyes were still dark and frightening.

Ruan Su clenched his mobile phone in both hands, and could feel Fu Liangcheng's anger and shame.

On the other side of the road, a lady in black fur and a young man came out of a modest hotel. It was definitely not a high-end five-star hotel, but a more advanced hostel.

After coming out of the inside, the lady tilted her head. The handsome young man gave her a kiss on the cheek. She took out a gold card from her pocket with a smile on her face and put it in the palm of the little fresh meat, and then raised her handIn the small fresh meat on the buttocks of a pinch, maintenance appropriate face, satisfied smile is revealing what they did last night.

Ruan Su took a puff from his lips and took a glance at Fu Liangcheng, wary of being found by him.

Fu Liangcheng's smoke was burning, and his eyes were calm. Ruan Su couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Fu Liang Cheng..." Ruan Su watched as the smoke in his hand burned to the bottom, and a pile of unburned ash fell straight on his wrist, burning the cuff of his custom-made shirt, and the red flame gradually expanded

He regained consciousness, put out the cigarette, raised his hand and patted the cuff, and then pressed his eyebrows again.

That pair of eyes, again looked to the opposite side of the road, long and deep.

The snow has not completely stopped, mixed with cold air into Fu Liang Cheng's nose, a kind of bone chilling.

On the other side of the road, the lady has trotted into the taxi, and the series of actions have long been unable to see the dignified and elegant appearance on weekdays.

The little fresh meat behind her blew a kiss at the taxi and got into her bright red Porsche.

"Didi..."

The blocked motorcade began to move slowly. The cars behind saw that they had not moved all the time, pressing the horn to urge.

Fu Liangcheng takes back his eyes and starts the car. His brows are tightly twisted. His hands are tightly holding the steering wheel. His knuckles are a little white and his lips are not spoken.

Outside the window, the glare of light came in and fell on his well-defined side face. For a long time, he hoarsely asked, "have you seen it all?"