C10 Be His Woman

10. Be His Woman

"She's gone?"

"Let's go."

"..." "Thank you. It's time for me to leave as well." Zhou Lan Lan almost escaped from the bed.

Wang Guanghua looked at her with his hands in his pockets, and the corner of his mouth raised into a smile.

"That, can you let me go?" she said to him, who was blocking the door.

"Remember, from today onwards, you are my woman!"

Stunned, she looked at his expressionless face, blushing.

A big question mark flashed in his eyes: What was he supposed to do, be his woman?

"Don't even try to guess, I'm just trying to fool others. I have a wife!" He dropped the sentence in a cold face.

On the first day of work after the new year, not many people from the unit arrived early.

Zhou Lan Lan arrived at the office after 7: 30 as usual. She was the first in their room.

After briefly cleaning up the office, she stood in front of the director's door with a mop in her hand. Usually she opened his door with her key before the director arrived, but today the door was left ajar.

Enter or not enter?

While hesitating, a colleague walked past her: "Happy New Year, Little Zhou! "Why are you cleaning so early?"

"Good new year, Sister Fei Fei! You came early enough! "

After greeting each other, Xu Feifei walked away in a gust of wind. Zhou Lan Lan also turned to leave, she felt that it would be better to wait for them to come in and clean up.

Wang Guanghua who was inside heard the commotion and opened the door, "You're here, come in."

Zhou Lan Lan thought about his words as she walked: "You are my woman, my woman, my woman …"

Her emotions were indescribably complicated, she didn't dare to raise her head to look at him.

The windows were wide open and the cold air rushed in. She took a deep breath and sneezed a few times.

He hurried over and closed the window.

The table was littered with papers. There were blankets on the sofa. There was a bucket of leftover instant noodles on the coffee table, and the end of the cigarette was overflowing in the ashtray.

As Zhou Lan cleaned, she curiously thought to herself: Could it be that Director Wang was living here last night? Why didn't he go home?

"Put the blanket in the closet. I don't want anyone else to know about this." With that, he took the towel and left.

If she didn't let others know, what was she? She was one of them? My wife? He chuckled to himself. He really had a lot of random thoughts on his mind!

As the blanket fell, a small, purple-red book fell to the ground. Curiously, she picked it up and saw that it was a divorce certificate.

It was the first time she had seen such a thing. She didn't expect the divorce certificate to be red as well. It was similar to a marriage certificate. At first, she thought it was a marriage certificate.

When she opened it, she saw his picture. His face was dark and serious, and his eyes were cold and handsome. He was a very handsome man.

Zhou Lan Lan's heart was in turmoil. Not long ago, he had emphasized to her that he had a wife. Then, what was with this divorce certificate? She went through it a few more times. There was no picture of a woman on the certificate — or maybe there wasn't.

There were footsteps outside, and she quickly threw her stuff under the sofa.

It would be awkward if he found the divorce certificate in her hands, and he could throw it under the sofa without losing it.

His heart could not calm down, and his hands' movements were in disorder. Under Wang Guanghua's watchful eyes, she tripped over a mop that was placed to one side, broke his teacup in her panic, and even forgot to greet him when she was rushing out.