C8 Making a ruckus

"Lemon, what are you doing?" When Fang Yuhao opened the door, he saw Chu Li signing the divorce agreement. His face turned pale as he dashed over with his long legs and grabbed the divorce agreement from her hands.

He was so angry that he wanted to eat. His chest heaved.

Chu Li's cold eyes stared at the 'lemon' that was written in half. She turned her head to look at Fang Yuhao as if she was looking at a stranger. In her heart, she kept telling herself that she had always been Fang Yuhao's chess piece!

"Hao'er, you got off work so early today." Shen Xiujuan carefully fawned on Chu Li, but she also gouged him out without revealing anything. They were all these troublemakers.

Chu Li's expression did not change. She already knew the truth.

Fang Yuhao had only been using himself as a shield to block the spear. Actually, he didn't like him at all. It was just that he felt that he was slightly more suitable compared to Shen Han Xi.

Fang Yuhao pushed aside the hand that Shen Xiujuan had used to pick up his briefcase. With an angry gaze, the veins on his neck were exposed as he said in an open voice, "Who can tell me what is going on?"

"It's your wife, she wants to subsidize her family. If I give her 50,000 yuan, she'll be willing to divorce you." Shen Xiujuan's gaze was like a needle, piercing Chu Li and splashing dirty water on him.

This was not the case at all.

Chu Li's face was as white as paper, because there were still some traces of tears on her crying face, and her lips were parched. Her hands were hanging by her sides, and she was so tired that she didn't even want to explain herself!

"Lemon isn't that kind of person. Mom, you don't have to do this anymore. Even if Lemon signs, I won't sign. It's useless." Fang Yuhao's tone was unyielding. As he spoke, he waved the divorce agreement in his hand, and the paper scattered to the ground like flowers scattered from the heavens.

"You ?" Shen Xiujuan's eyes turned white, and she was so angry that she couldn't breathe.

"Lemon, let's go back to your room." Fang Yuhao pretended not to look at Shen Xiujuan, then put his arm around her shoulders.

Although Chu Li was a bit exhausted, he still threw Fang Yuhao's arm away. Her voice trembled slightly, but it was filled with authority as she said, "I ? want ? to ? get ? divorced ? to get married."

"Did you hear that, son? This little bitch asked for a divorce herself." Shen Xiujuan pointed her index finger at Chu Li and patted her chest, feeling that she was innocent, and Chu Li was a gold digger.

Fang Yuhao's brows deeply furrowed into the shape of a 'river', and he suppressed the rage in his heart. "If you want money, I can give it to you."

"I don't want money, I want a divorce!" Chu Li looked straight at Fang Yuhao.

Fang Yuhao saw the pain in Chu Li's eyes. It was so intense that he turned his head away in guilt, but then reprimanded, "Do you remember what you said before? Did you change your mind?"

"That's right. Cousin has not been home for the past few days!" Shen Han Xi's brows twitched as she said like she saw a needle in a haystack.

"Shut up!" Fang Yuhao didn't give a shred of face to Shen Han Xi.

He lowered his head and looked at Lemon. There were traces of tears on Qian Jin's pale face. He pursed his pale lips as if he didn't want to say anything. He was very different from the girl who always had a faint smile on her face.

Fang Yuhao thought that perhaps he had neglected Chu Li too much, causing her to feel rebellious. Just as he was about to lower his head and hug her to coax her, Chu Li spoke up.

"Who is Gong Qingtian?"

The whole room was silent. Shen Han Xi's heart was thumping. She didn't expect Chu Li to ask this question in public. After taking the money from him, she felt that it was a bit hot.

Fang Yuhao's face was gloomy, as if it was a June day with rolling black clouds.

The two of them looked at each other, but Chu Li just said this name and stopped talking. Fang Yuhao said with a stiff face, "She's a girl I liked in high school. It's all in the past. Now you're the only person in my heart."

"Is that so?" Chu Li's eyes were red, but they were extremely clear.

"Yes sir!" Fang Yuhao didn't dare to look her in the eye.

At this moment, Chu Li's cell phone rang. She went back to her room to pick up the phone. Fang Yuhao held her hand tightly. She tried to shake it off but failed and gave up.

From the other end of the line came the wailing voice of Mrs. Chu, "Lemon, your father was beaten up by someone who forcibly tore him down... You've lost a lot of blood, come back quickly, they said they wouldn't bring money to help with the demolition, so they beat your dad to death. "

"Mom, take care of dad first. I-I'll be right over." Chu Li was so anxious that he was at a loss for words.

A few piles of red fur were placed in front of her eyes.

Fang Yuhao rolled his eyes and said with a bit of fawning tone, "Wife, stop being so angry at me. The past is already in the past. Bring the money over to see how Father is. There's fifty thousand here."

Chu Li looked at Fang Yuhao's affectionate eyes. He felt as if his heart was about to be sucked into the whirlpool, but she knew that Fang Yuhao's eyes weren't hers.

It was all a lie. Lemon pinched her thigh to clear her head.

Looking at the money in front of her, Chu Li couldn't refuse. Remembering her mother's anxious tone, she took the money, lowered her head in silence and took her bag to leave.

"Be careful on the way." Fang Yuhao heaved a sigh of relief.

When Chu Li left home, it was already evening. The entrance to the district was very quiet.

A silver Lamborghini stopped in front of the residential complex. Chu Li was about to circle around the car when the door opened and a pair of shiny leather shoes appeared in front of her.

"Excuse me, I have urgent matters to attend to." The anxiety and helplessness in Chu Li's voice was obvious.

Jiang Yunxian was standing right in front of her. His face was slightly tilted, but he didn't move. He rubbed his chin with one hand and looked at Chu Li with interest.

"I say, you ?" Chu Li raised his head, and his voice abruptly stopped.

Under the golden rays of the setting sun, half of Jiang Yunxian was under the sunlight while the other half was shrouded in shadows. It was as if a person from a comic book had walked out alive.

He brushed the hair from his forehead and spoke in a slow, flat voice. "I came by to sign a labor contract with you."

He glanced at Lemon, who was wearing a simple white T-shirt and a short denim skirt, and held a large black plastic bag in his hand. He looked like an ugly duckling in the fashion world, but his small white hands had drawn such a good design that Mr. Smith couldn't help praising it.

"Sorry, I don't have any plans for work yet." Chu Li refused.

"Oh?" Jiang Yunxian felt that Chu Li was trying to capture him. Otherwise, why would Song Yimin ask him to give them a job opportunity? He lost his patience and frowned slightly, "It's fine if you don't come to the Emperor's work, but you've helped me with something. Say it, what do you want, I can satisfy you!"

"No need, Brother Song has already helped me. I'm helping you draw the design for Brother Song's sake." Lemon looked down at the road, holding the bag of money, ready to go.

She was preoccupied with her parents.