Feng Feng stood in a daze, and it wasn't until the clerk urged him that he came to his senses and handed over his photo.

The last thing the clerk looked at was the divorce agreement.

The two of them took out one copy, and when he saw that it was two different copies, he asked, "Which one is the main one?" ”

"This."

The two spoke in unison.

The clerk muttered, thinking, it's a pity that these two don't be husband and wife, so tacitly understanding. After reading the contents of the two agreements clearly, I was even more surprised, "Which one is the main one?" ”

Someone said in unison: "This." ”

"The difference between the two agreements is too great, and the one that Miss Feng showed is still missing signatures, so let's discuss it again."

The divorce agreement was signed by the two a long time ago, drafted by Ye Jia, and printed clearly. Now Feng Feng took out two copies of handwriting.

Ye Jia reacted, and immediately took it over to take a look, obviously she drafted it temporarily, and the other terms did not change, but the division of property was changed, and she didn't ask for any property, and all of it was returned to herself.

is divorced, and she is unwilling to take advantage of him in the slightest.

House, car, deposit...... She didn't ask for anything.

She went out of the house.

Because, none of these things were earned by herself—and she didn't need them.

The feeling of heartbreak became stronger and stronger, and he became a little impatient: "Feng Feng, what are you doing here?" ”

Feng Feng!

This is the first time he has called himself like this, even with his first name and surname, as if he is facing the strangest person.

She didn't react, and at the critical moment, she was entangled in such a title.

Who says the details don't matter!

Without love, the title changes.

Her tears were almost falling, but she forcibly held them back, turned her head, and said nothing.

"Feng Feng, no, these properties are for you. I have an obligation to support you! ”

"No, you are my husband, and these possessions are mine. If you weren't, the property would have nothing to do with me. ”

Her tone also became resolute.

Ye Jia, why should I accept your love again?? Am I going to starve to death? Was it just for the money that I was with you in the first place?

I can earn my own money!

I will never ask you for a dime.

Ye Jia never spoke again.

Then, after a short wait, the divorce certificate was completed.

The clerk handed the two divorce certificates to the two of them, Feng Feng didn't hold them steady for a while, fell to the ground, and made a "snap". She hurriedly bent down, but touched Ye Jia's hand, it turned out that he was also bending down and helping her pick it up.

It looked like his ribs were about to break, and he had to bend down and avoid her gaze - perhaps, it was the last thing he could do for her. He picked up the notebook, weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and handed it to her: "Xiaofeng......"

She took the thin notebook, and tears finally fell, because of the last "Xiaofeng." ”

The sun outside was so hot that it seemed that people couldn't open their eyes.

Ye Jia's car was parked on the outside of the office, where there was a tall French plane tree.

Feng Feng also had to walk out from the exit here, and then take a taxi back on the street.

The two of them went one after the other, Feng Feng wanted to speed up a little and catch up with him, but the high heels under his feet were finally a cut behind him, he was finally one step ahead, and he would never wait in the slightest.