Chen Xiongbing looked up, and his scheming eyes had already seen his heart. This person was just here to be funny. He was too young. He was destined to be a loser when he performed in front of him.

"Ask." He spit out these two words lightly, then dialed the inside out, "Secretary, see off the guests."

No matter how helpless and unwilling Lawyer Su was, he could not show it on his face. He stood up, calmly sorted out the suit without any messiness, and picked up the documents on his desk, "Donal Chen, we will meet again soon."

After saying that, he made a mysterious smile and walked away without hesitation. The leather shoes under his feet were stepping on the floor tiles with a strong force.

The secretary came in and almost collided with Lawyer Su.

Chen Xiongbing doesn't want to see people now, so he gets upset when he sees people. He waves his hand and asks people to leave. The secretary bent down slightly, walked out, and closed the door.

Chen Xiongbing sat alone in the wide office, sliding his wheelchair, and walked to the window. The clear sunlight scattered in through the floor-to-ceiling window without any obstruction. For some reason, he subconsciously hugged his arms tightly, and a chill suddenly rushed up from his body.

After a long time, Butler Cai pushed the door and walked lightly, "Old man, you are thinking about it again."

The two lifelong partners were almost in tune with each other. Chen Xiongbing just reached back and pressed on his hands easily. The temperature of his skin touched, like a communication between two hearts. He sighed long and said nothing.

Butler Cai has said everything he should say, and he has persuaded him to persuade him long ago. Chen Xiongbing may not have known it, but the obsession in his heart cannot be expelled, and he is like a possessed person.

After dinner, Luo Jianjun went home. Feng Siping sent Chen Xia and Shiqi to send him home in person. There was no one in the dark at home. Chen Xia and Shiqi saw him enter the house, refused his invitation and left.

Luo Jianjun sat alone in an empty house. He did not turn on the lights, and it was dark all around. Through the window, you could see the lights in the opposite building. Every place with lights on is a warm home.

He also has a home, and this is his home, which once carried all his happiness, including his wife, daughter, and countless laughter and joy.

Just like today at my daughter's house, so warmth is now recalled, even though it has been a long time, it still warms people's hearts.

Today, Feng Siping, Luo Yiyi and Luo Yimo tried their best to persuade Luo Jianjun to live, take his grandson, fish, and enjoy the joy of family.

But he refused. Like Feng Siping, he did not want to interfere with his children's lives or live with his children. Everyone is lonely in this world.

Li Na pushed open the door at twelve o'clock, rubbed her sore neck, sighed with satisfaction, turned on the light, and was startled, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

Luo Jianjun still maintained that sitting posture. He was tired of such a life. He had no taste of home and no happiness of home. "Let's get a divorce."

Five words, calm as usual, as if talking about what to eat for tomorrow’s breakfast.

Li Na thought she had heard it wrong, but her ears were still full of mahjong collisions, "What did you say?"

She pulled her slippers and walked to the sofa, and threw herself down, "I'm so tired. Old Li's stupid wife, I'm so fucking lucky. I won more than 30,000 at first, but then..."
Chapter completed!