I Just Want to Divorce

8

The rhythmic music in the bar was just right at the high tide, and the pitch was rising almost to the point of breaking through the sky. The thumping drums were heavier and heavier, and the green radish leaves on the sink were shaking slightly.

Yan Xiao stood on the spot without making a sound or moving.

Ye Fei, who said no, had a frivolous and careless tone, as if Yan Xiao was an insignificant pebble on the side of the road. It doesn't matter as much as he likes Fantastic Flowers, whether he ignores it or kicks it away, it doesn't matter.

A kind of silk-like pain surfaced in my heart, dense and pervasive.

Yan Xiao put his hand into his pocket, took out a small red book and opened it.

In the photo in the upper right corner, Ye Fei in a white shirt is smiling happily beside him.

The raised steel seal and the unique marriage certificate number, like the most impeccable evidence in the world, gave Yan Xiao a new confidence and comfort.

Yan Xiao watched for a while, until he heard the sound of the toilet rotary lock being turned, and put it back.

"I won't drink when I go back for a while," Ye Fei pressed the pump button and opened the door, "I feel a little dizzy, I'll get up tomorrow..."

Ye Fei's voice stopped abruptly.

He almost thought that he was hallucinating when he was drunk, otherwise how could he see Yan Xiao here, and even rubbed his eyes childishly. After a while, he asked in amazement, "Why are you here?"

The fact that Yan Xiao came to the bar was no less shocking to him than seeing aliens visiting the earth.

In his impression, if he invited Yan Xiao to drink, Yan Xiao would just look at him blankly, and then asked in confusion and puzzled: "Is your self-worth reflected in the amount of alcohol you drink?"

Yan Xiao looked directly into his eyes and said calmly, "I'm here to find you."

Ye Fei put her hand under the sensor tap and said while washing her hands, "How did you know I was here?"

Yan Xiao quickly replied: "Ye Yao told me."

You don't need to think about Ye Fei to know that Ye Yao has no good intentions. It just disappointed him, his relationship with Yan Xiao was not what he thought. Ye Fei hummed, still suffering too few beatings.

He shook off the water droplets on his hand and clicked on the album on his mobile phone.

The angle he captured that day was very good. Not only did he capture Ye Yao's distorted expression after being beaten, but the glass **** surrounding him was also very clear.

However, this is not the most important thing. The beauty of this photo is that anyone who knows Ye Yao can recognize at a glance that the embarrassed person is him.

For such a little idiot, he treats them one by one. Don't you love face? Today he wants him to have no face at all.

Ye Fei flipped through the WeChat address book, found a supplier she had worked with, and sent the photo: "Use this photo to print 300 sets of T-shirts for me."

Ye Yao is arrogant, his eyes are only looking up, he has always been dismissive of these suppliers and has never had contact with them, so the suppliers don't know him at all.

After seeing what Ye Fei sent, the supplier was first happy, and immediately replied—

[Chongshang Wenyin: Receive it, arrange it immediately. 】