Fu Chen, come back and sign the divorce agreement!

When Fu Chen finished reading the message and pushed open the door, Chu Mingxi was facing away from the entrance, changing clothes.

At this moment, he was only wearing a black, wine-red halter gown. The hem of the dress lifted from his heels upwards, and the swaying silk garment rippled like branches swaying in the wind.

Her usual straight black hair was surprisingly styled in loose waves today. This outfit was chosen according to Fu Chen's preferences.

At the door, Fu Chen's expression stiffened. He coldly tapped on the door panel.

Chu Mingxi was slightly taken aback, quickly got up, turned around and put her shoulder strap on her shoulder, and smiled at him: "You're back!"

Fu Chen looked at the heavily made-up woman, frowned, and asked coldly, "Where's the divorce agreement?"

Chu Mingxi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then she chuckled to herself in her heart. As expected, if she didn't mention divorce, he wouldn't come back home.

Mingxi, Fu Chen signed Xia Xia's film and television rights for 20 million.

Jian Shi Lin's dog was given to her by Fu Chen, and Song Xue admitted that she spent Qixi Festival with Fu Chen.

Remembering Li Yuan's words this afternoon, Chu Mingxi suppressed his displeasure and took two steps forward, trying to speak calmly to him: "Mom called again today, asking when we were..."

Chu Mingxi mentioned her mother-in-law, and Fu Chen interrupted coldly: "Chu Mingxi, don't always listen to what others say. Can you have your own thoughts?"

If I hadn't been able to help the Mingzhu Group, and if my grandfather hadn't arranged this marriage for me, our relationship would have been even worse than strangers.

Chu Mingxi's face paled at Fu Chen's reprimand. She looked up at him, silently saying: "My idea is to live a good life with you and give you a good child."

Of course, the Mingzhu Group should also be doing well.

Chu Mingxi was being insincere, and Fu Chen wasn't bothered. He turned around and was about to leave.

Chu Mingxi saw his expression and caught up to him, grabbing his arm. "I didn't want to interfere in your life. I just want to give the Fu family a child. As long as you cooperate with me and complete the task, no matter how you play outside, I won't care."

Fu Chen was amused and laughed, taking back his hand without courtesy. He chuckled and asked, "Should I thank you then? Should I give you an award for the National Good Wife?"

Marrying him and having children with him were just tasks.

Fu Chen's smile was incredibly ironic.

"You know I didn't mean it that way." Chu Mingxi pulled him again, and her fingernail accidentally caught on Fu Chen's cufflink.

At one time, the feeling of fresh air rushed outwards.

Aching with every fiber of their being, yet gritting their teeth and pushing through the pain. They still looked at Fu Chen with a calm facade.

The child's pretense of strength made Fu Chen's heart ache. Although they were husband and wife, he always acted so distant in front of him.

Burning with anger, Fu Chen raised his hand and lifted Chu Mingxi's chin, coldly saying: "Chu Mingxi, I give you one year. This time next year, if you haven't been able to get pregnant and give me a child I'm willing to have, "

Fu Chen paused for a moment and added, "Let's part ways amicably."

Then, he rushed downstairs and ordered, "Zhang Sao, Madam is hurt. Come up and take care of her."

After he finished speaking, he carelessly tossed Chu Mingxi aside and left the house.