Green Tea Enters The Story Of Abuse [Book] Chapter 58
byChapter 58 Follow me home!
When he arrived at the square near the shopping mall, An Yu got out of the car and asked the driver not to wait for him.
Nothing else.
Saying that he won’t come back or talking about divorce won’t work.
It was his duty to leave in time, but what would Grandpa tell him next? When would he go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate? It would depend on Xing Zhan’s arrangements, whether it would be easy to get together and leave.
In the bustling metropolis, people shuttle between high-rise buildings like ants.
An Yu also felt like an ant, a very lonely ant, because no one would stay for him.
Fortunately, the breath of freedom also came to my face.
Also, he has a cat.
It happened to be spring, the weather was sunny and the sun was warm. An Yu held the cat leash and let the orange cat play for a while before taking it to a nearby hotel.
With a lot of money, An Yu chose a super good hotel to stay in, and then bought online the rice bowl, cat food, etc. that the orange cat needed, and even ordered an expensive takeaway for himself.
He booked this room for a week.
After a week, it depends.
The original divorce agreement stated that after the divorce, he would receive a breakup fee of 50 million and a high-end residence.
Xing Zhan has always been generous, so there is no need to push for this little thing.
An Yu thought that once he got the house, he could just move there.
He took a nap on the sofa for a while, woke up as a habit, and looked at the time. It was when Xing Zhan usually came home.
Within a few minutes, the takeout was delivered.
An Yu watched “Waiting for Your Heart” while eating takeout.
He has been busy preparing for a lawsuit recently. After the show ended, he still hasn’t watched half of it.
Little Fat Orange circled around An Yu’s legs, meowing from a small voice at the beginning to a loud and anxious meow.
An Yu thought it was hungry and opened another box of cans.
The little fat tangerine refused to eat and ran to dig at the door.
An Yu understood and squatted down to reason with it: “We are separated. From now on, my brother will stay with you. You can get whatever you want, okay?”
Little Fat Orange screamed pitifully.
An Yu held it in circles in the suite, promising that he would be rich later, buy a big house, a villa, a yard, and hire someone to make cat food for it.
Time synchronized in every creature. At this time, Xing Zhan had just entered the door and subconsciously walked towards the living room.
Wu Yuan said: “The young master went out to play with the cat in the afternoon and hasn’t come back yet.”
Xing Zhan didn’t go to the living room and went directly upstairs to change clothes and think about what to cook for the evening. Now he was very good at cooking. Seeing that An Yu had meat on his face, he couldn’t let go of his cooking skills.
The cloakroom is on the back side of the bedroom. When passing by, Xing Zhan saw the note on the bedside table.
What is this ghost elf playing at?
He walked over happily.
An Yu’s handwriting was good, and Xing Zhan liked it very much, but in recent months he didn’t work much overtime at night, so the notes were gone.
After seeing what was written on the note, Xing Zhan’s mind suddenly went blank for a moment.
He called An Yu.
The phone was not held firmly and knocked on the ground.
Fortunately, the connection there was quick, and Xing Zhan asked as usual: “Where are you? I’ll pick you up. In the evening, we’ll have spring bamboo shoots and stir-fried baby fish, a southern specialty.”
The little Fat Orange, who was lying listlessly on An Yu’s knees, got up and crawled towards An Yu’s chest, meowing in the direction of the phone with a loud voice.
An Yu: …Can bamboo shoots be cooked with fish?
Never eaten.
He came back to his senses: “Brother, I left a note in the bedroom, did you see it?”
Only then did Xing Zhan notice that the note had been turned into a ball of waste paper, and his voice was smooth and steady: “What note? Where are you? I’ll pick you up. It’s cold at night.”
Just when An Yu was about to speak, he heard him say again: “I’ve been busy lately and haven’t spent much time with you. I won’t be busy on weekends. I’ll take you out for a walk? Grandpa and mom also want to do some activities. Can we go on a vacation together?”
An Yu was surprised. Today is only Tuesday, and the weekend is several days beyond the agreed date. Xing Zhan doesn’t remember the date?
But whether you remember it or forget it, the end is the end.
When the divorce agreement was signed last year, the atmosphere was very bad.
An Yu calmed down and said in a brisk tone: “Brother, have you forgotten? One year will expire tomorrow. I have bothered you for so long. From now on, you are free.”
There was a long silence on the other side, as if dead still.
An Yu glanced at the phone screen, the call was still on: “Brother, are you listening?”
Xing Zhan: “Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”
An Yu: “…”
Xing Zhan never thought that An Yu could be so sensible.
Alone, where can he go? When preparing to file a lawsuit, Anjia will definitely not go back…
He lowered his voice: “Go home first, Xiaoyu… we have to talk.”
An Yu didn’t understand that there was still something to talk about, but it was a major marriage matter. He had enough to eat for one person and the whole family was not hungry, but Xing Zhan brought his family with him, maybe he needed to make a confession?
He gave the hotel’s address: “No rush, I’m available at any time.”
Xing Zhan: “Wait for me.”
Downstairs, Wu Yuan called An Yu, and the line there was always busy. When he saw Xing Zhan coming downstairs with a cold eyebrow, his footsteps hurried, and his whole body showing anxiety, he couldn’t help but be surprised: “Boss…”
Xing Zhan passed him and drove out.
Wu Yuan chased him out and saw only car exhaust.
The last time Xing Zhan was in this state, Mrs.
We have to see what Xing Zhan wants to talk about.
Before this, An Yu didn’t know what to say to Wu Yuan, so he could only deal with it.
Less than an hour later, An Yu heard a knock on the door.
He went to open the door.
At the door, Xing Zhan, wearing only a shirt and trousers, looked down at him. He was tall, long-legged, and had sharp eyebrows. His breathing seemed a little rapid, and his gaze was sharp and a bit fierce.
An Yu subconsciously took a step back. Seeing that he was only wearing a shirt, he couldn’t help but said, “Why don’t you wear a coat?”
Now the temperature is quite good during the day, but it cools down at night. It’s easy to catch a cold if you’re not careful.
Xing Zhan looked at An Yu steadily for several seconds before he finally settled down. He leaned over and picked up the little chubby cat that was circling anxiously around him with its tail erect and said, “It’s not cold.”
He glanced casually and saw the takeout box in the corner, and his face turned cold for a moment.
He went to pick up the cat bag on the sofa: “Go home.”
An Yu: “…”
Something seems wrong.
He followed over: “Brother, no need…”
With such a soft heart, how can you control a big group?
An Yu threatened him: “Aren’t you afraid that I will depend on you for the rest of my life? I’m pretty good and can take care of myself…”
Xing Zhan looked at him with a serious look in his eyes: “Then I’ll have to wait for the rest of my life.”
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The author has something to say: Xing Dazhan: [crying]
An Xiaoyu: [question mark]