Anyway, he doesn't like Liang Weirong either, and Feng Chen doesn't seem to care so much about her, he can't be angry with Feng Chen when he marries her, so he dissolves the marriage contract.

Liang Weirong looked at him in shock, with scars in her eyes, "You're crazy"

"If you don't agree, forget it, it's just that you can figure it out for yourself when you dissolve the marriage contract. The date has been set, my dad will definitely let Wen Mei start preparing for the wedding tomorrow, as soon as the invitation is sent out, if you say that you don't get married, be careful of being beaten to death by your parents. Feng Shen had an indifferent attitude.

Seeing that Liang Weirong was silent, he was about to get in the car and leave.

"Wait a minute." Liang Weirong suddenly spoke.

Feng Shen looked at her and smiled evilly, "What, you plan to let me help you"

Liang Weirong's heart trembled, "If I listen to you, will you really take the initiative to dissolve the marriage?"

"Of course." Feng Shen raised his eyebrows.

"When" Liang Weirong asked with a white face, her eyes a little sour and swollen.

"It's up to you." Feng saw that she seemed to be trembling, and hooked the corners of his lips.

A hazy mist appeared in Liang Weirong's eyes, and the hands hanging by her side were clenched into fists.

When he got home, Feng Chen hugged Song Zhiyue upstairs.

Song Zhiyue didn't want to sleep, so she took out her mobile phone from her coat pocket and found a TV series to watch.

Feng Chen went downstairs to pour water, thinking of Song Zhiyue's appearance, he would definitely lie in bed for ten days and half a month.

He called Aunt Xiao, a driller, and hired her as a domestic helper.

Hanging up the phone, he took a glass of water, walked to the entrance again, took out Song Zhiyue's cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet and went upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, he gave Song Zhiyue a water cup and put it in his hand, and put the cotton slippers next to the bed.

Seeing that she was watching TV, he went back to the study and took the notebook to her.

"Look at it with this, the phone screen is small, and the eyes are wasted."

Song Zhiyue let out an "oh oh" and happily turned on the computer.

Feng Chen said, "If you want to hurry up, it's best not to get out of bed and walk around, if there is something to call me." ”

Song Zhiyue nodded.

Feng Chen turned on the heating for her, and then went to the study.

Song Zhiyue hasn't finished watching the three episodes of the TV series, and it's time for dinner.

Feng Chen returned to the room, "Do you go down to eat, or bring you the food"

Song Zhiyue originally wanted to say "take it up", but if he thought of it, he would definitely hug himself.

The thought of his princess hug made her heart very excited.

When it came to her lips, she replaced it with another sentence, "Go down and eat." ”

Feng Chen didn't say anything, lifted the quilt on her body, and hugged her.

Song Zhiyue circled his neck, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

She found that there was no harm in breaking her foot, otherwise she wouldn't have had the opportunity to enjoy the dusty princess hug.

After going downstairs, she saw Aunt Xiao setting up the dishes and chopsticks.

Aunt Xiao saw Feng Chen hugging Song Zhiyue down, and hurriedly pulled out a chair and stool.

Feng Chen put Song Zhiyue on the stool, saw that her feet had no place to step on, and went upstairs to get her slippers.

Song Zhiyue glanced at Aunt Xiao in surprise, and then looked at the dishes on the table, "This is all made by you."

Aunt Xiao smiled and nodded, "Mr. Feng said that your foot was injured and needed to be taken care of, so he hired me as a long-term maid." ”

Song Zhiyue sighed "oh", "This time may be hard for you." ”

"Miss Song is polite." Aunt Xiao smiled gently, "Why is your foot injured so badly?"

Song Zhiyue shook his head, "It's okay to rest for a few days, it's him making a big fuss." ”