Chapter 52: How are you?

Five seconds after the call was disconnected, a dead silence fell over the president's office.

As the CEO's office was quiet, Sheng Mingzhi's voice was not too low, and Yao Shen, who had listened to the content, was now stiffened into a marble statue and said he had encountered the biggest crisis of his career.

Is it better for him to pretend he didn't hear it, or to pretend he did?

Luckily, Lu Jiayan doesn't have time to come after him at the moment.

Sheng Mingzhi's mind was dumbfounded by the notice of divorce he had just given.

The threat of divorce was not new to him.

When he first got married and went overseas, Sheng Mingzhi's assistant bodyguard, who was in charge of protecting him, gave him daily feedback on his itinerary, and two out of three times Sheng Mingzhi talked about divorce.

At the time he just laughed and didn't take it to heart.

Sheng Jia is closely associated with MingChen.

Divorce is not something that Sheng Mingzhi can do whenever he wants.

Besides, three years ago ......

Even when he heard Sheng Mingzhi talking about divorce three years ago, he didn't feel too badly about it.

It's just not what it used to be.

Lu Jiayan did not anticipate that the anguish and panic he felt at hearing Sheng Mingzhi's mention of divorce would be more than he knew.

Lu Jiayan didn't even notice how ugly his face looked at the moment.

Without even thinking, I called Sheng Mingzhi back, but after four or five calls, they didn't answer, and the sixth one simply hung up.

WeChat and telephone are treated the same.

Either they don't answer or they hang up.

Lu Jiayan persevered for a dozen or so hits, somehow relieved.

At least Sheng Mingzhi hasn't blackballed him, so is that a blessing in disguise?

He put the phone down, pinched his brow, and his tone was as cold and hard as it had ever been: "Check it out. The second youngest met with someone today."

Why would Sheng Mingzhi bring up the same old issues and talk about divorce again for no reason at all?

It is true that his temper was arrogant and capricious, but it was not unquestioning and indiscriminate.

Yao Shen was quick to collect Sheng Mingzhi's day's itinerary in less than ten minutes.

Lu Jiayan's brow knitted together at the sight of his conflict with Song Yi.

Lu Jiayan has heard of the Sheng family.

Yao Shen, who was observant of the situation, told the story of Song Yi and Lu Xiao's previous appearance in the news.

No wonder Sheng Mingzhi asked that question today. The marriage was indeed proposed by Sheng Xu back then, but not many people knew about it.

Song Yi knew about it, most likely because Lu Xiao had revealed it.

Lu Jiayan listened to this and sulked, his tone unpleasant: "Go tell Lu Xiao that I didn't spare him to give my lover a hard time. If he does it again, I'll send him and Chen Yulei packing to a foreign country."

Yao Shen bowed her head warily, "Yes, Mr. Lu."

Lu Xiao was warned that Lu Jiayan still had a sigh of relief in his heart.

I can't tell you how irritated I am, as if I want to undo something, but there's nothing I can do about it.

Yao Shen saw this and hastily asked, "Mr. Lu, then Song Yi that movie thing ......"

Lu Jiayan says coldly, "He can make the film if he wants to, Sheng Jia will not be involved in any investment in the film."

This one sentence is tantamount to cutting off the back of 'Dear'.

With such a statement from Sheng Jia, who in the industry would dare to go against Sheng Jia and invest in a film that is already a flop?

Yao Shen wrote it down and then looked at Lu Jiayan.

There are two more meetings in the evening, but by the looks of things, Lu Jiayan is probably completely out of his depth.

As expected, the next thing the boss said was, "Go follow Mingzhi and see where he's going next."

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In fact, Sheng Mingzhi didn't know where he was going either.

After the divorce, I definitely can't go back to XiShan One. I can't go to my usual places either, they were all given to me by Old Lu after I got married, in his name and in Lu Jiayan's name, which is considered joint property after the marriage.

Wouldn't he look spineless if he went to live there again?

After thinking about it, Sheng Mingzhi finally called Shen Ling and decided to go to her house for a few days.

So, when Shen Ling opened the door, she saw this Sheng Mingzhi.

The eyes are red and there is an indescribable disheveledness about them, as if they have lost the ability to shine all at once.

Startled, she hurriedly dragged Sheng Mingzhi into the living room.

There was also a light rain in YunJing when we arrived.

Sheng Mingzhi is covered in rain and mist and looks as miserable as can be.

Like an abandoned puppy.

"What's wrong with you? Who pissed you off, crying like that?" Shen Ling put ice on his eyes: "They'll be swollen in the morning, you're a star, you don't know how to take care of yourself!"

It's just a shame her wisecracking didn't work and made an already delicate atmosphere even more awkward.

Sheng Mingzhi didn't care to drink the hot milk, and five minutes had passed since he entered the room before he spoke his first words: "I'm divorced from Lu Jiayan."

Shen Ling's face was in a state of shock as she put it on his face, "Why are you suddenly thinking about divorce?"

This is not the first time Sheng Mingzhi has told her that she wants to divorce Lu Jiayan.

But this was the first time he had been in such a state, and Shen Ling knew him well enough to know that this time it was of a serious nature.

With barely a moment's hesitation, the woman's sixth instinct suspected that Song Yi was involved.

"If you can't live with it anymore, you'll leave." Sheng Mingzhi muffled.

"It's going well." Shen Ling whispered, "And didn't you say the other day that Lu Jiayan seemed to have a bit of a crush on you-"

As a result, her voice came to a screeching halt the moment she saw Sheng Mingzhi's expression.

Forget about it.

When Sheng Mingzhi heard it once again, the aggression came up like a flood, turning into tears and filling his eyes.

He looked down slightly, as if he did not want Shen Ling to see his expression.

The bangs slightly cover the eyes.

Just as soon as I looked down, a "pop" came and the tears hit the back of my hand before slowly sliding down.

Shen Ling was at a loss for words.

Silence spreads through the living room.

Shen Ling hugged him as an afterthought, scouring his heart to comfort him: "Oh, it's okay. It's okay, if you're divorced, you're divorced. You're so handsome, don't you have to worry about finding someone? Or how about being single, like me, and we can raise fish together? Yes, yes, the fish in my fish pond are of superb quality, I'll introduce you to one or two!"

When Sheng Mingzhi didn't respond, she had to continue: "If you want to take a break, you can do so, it's nice to give up a tree and look ahead to a forest!"

It was only after a long time that Sheng Mingzhi spoke, "I know."

He sounded choked up, "But those aren't him again."

After a long time, Sheng Mingzhi whispered, "I know everything you said."

Even if Shen Ling hadn't said that to him, he had said it to himself countless times.

Doesn't he know that people don't die without love? Doesn't he know that he's not that fond of himself? Doesn't he know that?

What happens when you know, and what happens when you understand this?

He still ...... likes him a lot.

Sheng Mingzhi, who did not want to cry too hard, kept his head down and did not want to lift it up.

Shen Ling sat silently on the sofa, already in shock, wondering when Sheng Mingzhi had actually developed real feelings for this plastic marriage! Should I say unexpected, I didn't expect Lu Jiayan to be so attractive.

She patted him gently on the back and couldn't help but ramble on.

As far as I can remember, Sheng Mingzhi was not a crybaby.

Shen Ling had known him for ten years and had only seen him cry twice.

The last time was when Sheng Mingzhi was in her first and second year of high school, she had just returned from a winter camp at Beijing University.

Perhaps because he had not yet returned from winter break, Sheng Mingzhi was distracted and unmotivated for several days.

In the end he was in such a bad state that the class teacher came to talk to him, and asked Sheng Mingzhi in a sideways manner whether he was in love early.

Shen Ling became the target of Sheng Mingzhi's suspicion of early love, and was dragged to the political education office several times for questioning.

After a week of this, Sheng Mingzhi once again looked out of the window.

He was pale and bloodless, and in just a few weeks of school, he had lost weight, like a fragile porcelain vase that would break at the slightest touch.

It made Shen Ling start to wonder if she was being tortured by the winter camp at King's University.

Just then, a paper aeroplane passed by her ear and landed crookedly on Sheng Mingzhi's desk.

Shen Ling turns back with him.

Jiang Bie was seen lying on the back table, smiling: " Sheng Mingzhi, are you going skiing? I'll take you out for a break!"

That was the first time Sheng Mingzhi followed Jiang Bie to skip class.

Shen Ling had wanted to go, but with her dance competition date approaching, she had to regretfully abandon her plans.

Jiang Bie's ski resort is located on the outskirts of YunJing, an hour and a half's drive away.

Since they were skipping school, neither dared to call out to the family driver. With their backpacks on, they took the underground and then transferred to a bus, and they kept walking along the icy suburban paths, crunching the dead tree branches as the frost gradually turned to snow.

Sheng Mingzhi looked up to see a grey sky and a cold wind blowing light snow straight into his face.

"Not bad, I guess." Jiang Bie crosses his arms, wearing his autumn uniform under his winter uniform and his summer uniform under his autumn uniform, eccentrically dressed in a manner as unconventional as his person, standing as straight as Little Bai Yang: "This is the closest mountain to YunJing International Airport and the highest peak, where you can see every plane that takes off. "

He turned his head to look at Sheng Mingzhi and spoke, "When I was a child, my mother told me that if I stood on this hill and spoke to the plane, everyone on the plane could hear me."

Sheng Mingzhi stared, seemingly disgusted, and said neatly, "This nonsense only fools an idiot like you."

He paused, chatting with Jiang Bie, and smoothly picked up the conversation, "What else did your mother say?"

Jiang Bie laughed, not retorting, and said easily, "My mother even said that."

He looked at the sky and exhaled a white breath, "Learn to love yourself before you love someone."

In a flash, the snow fell even heavier.

It falls silently to the ground.

Jiang Bie shook his shoulders and suddenly put his hand to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, "Hello - how are you - friends on the plane - hear Can you hear me -"

Sheng Mingzhi snapped back to his senses, caught off guard and humiliated.

Subconsciously, I looked around to see if anyone was around and it was empty.

Yes oh, so much snow.

It seems that only Jiang Bie, an idiot, would come skiing in this shitty weather.

Oh.

And now there are those who have listened to his bullshit, the fools themselves.

After he shouted, he encouraged Sheng Mingzhi: "You try it too."

Sheng Mingzhi felt embarrassed: "No. It's so humiliating."

"It's okay." Jiang Bie pushed him, "If anything happens, just say your name is Jiang Bie."

As if inspired, Sheng Mingzhi thought that it was probably because he was so brain-dead at that moment that he could have done such a retarded thing.

He tilted his head to look up into the sky and didn't see any planes flying over.

Sheng Mingzhi's eyes pause for a moment, plucking up the courage to follow Jiang Bie's example and shout, "How are you-"

It was as if some switch had been flipped.

The shouting that followed was gradually smoother by the minute.

He had nothing to say, but repeated over and over again to the goose-stepping sky.

"How are you-"

"Are you-okay-"

Then even he didn't notice his hoarse voice.

The snow fell on his cheeks, melted into water and gradually crawled over his whole face.

Sheng Mingzhi stumbled a few steps, almost falling into the snow, as he struggled so hard.

He finally couldn't help himself and crumbled to the ground with his hands on the ground, crying out.

--How are you, are you going to be okay.

Will going abroad be a good idea.

Will you take care of yourself and will you remember me.

Those names hidden away are secrets.

Those blazing cries to the mountain are heard as echoes of themselves.

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The two did not end up skiing successfully either.

By the afternoon the snow was falling heavier and visibility was down to five metres.

Jiang Bie tugged on his arm and ran to a milk tea shop to hide from the snow.

Sheng Mingzhi was in a daze when Jiang Bie handed him a cup of hot cocoa and stuck it to his face, putting Sheng Mingzhi in the spirit.

"Do you want to write something?"

Along with the milk tea, a note pad and pen were handed over.

Sheng Mingzhi followed his line of sight and looked up to find a real wall of the milk tea shop filled with wishes and messages from visitors.

Jiang Bie had already finished writing a sentence and posted it on the wall, when Sheng Mingzhi wanted to read it, he hastily covered it up: "Don't be remiss, I won't show it to you, respecting the privacy of handsome men."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Who wants to see your stuff?

It's easy to think on your toes.

The most important thing that Jiang Bie would have written would have been something like "add v private you spongebob weibo".

--who wants to know what SpongeBob's weeble is?!

Sheng Mingzhi pokes his pen and looks at the snowy sky, hesitating for a moment.

Then with head bowed, he slowly wrote a small line on a post-it note.

It was twilight when the two of them were finally reported by the disciplinarian for their bad behaviour of skipping classes.

The call came to Sheng Xu's mobile phone, who had just dropped Lu Jiayan off at the airport in the morning and came to clean up Sheng Mingzhi's mess in the afternoon.

Sheng Mingzhi had the misfortune to develop a high fever while descending from the mountain.

Jiang Bie had to carry him on his back, one step at a time, down the road.

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Sheng Mingzhi After a night of dreaming, he woke up early the next morning, still dizzy.

After sitting on the bed for several seconds, his eyes gradually withdrew from the room.

It took a sudden realisation.

Oh, he's not in his own house.

Little by little, the memories come back.

Sheng Mingzhi remembered how she had beaten Song Yi up last night, then had a fight with Lu Jiayan, then shamefully ran to Shen Ling's house for the night, then cried uncontrollably, and then fell asleep when she was tired of crying.

He had thought that there had been so much noise last night.

It would make more sense to lose at least a little sleep yourself.

Not at all.

Slept exceptionally well and slept until dawn.

And getting up early in the morning, Sheng Mingzhi regretted it!!!

Images of diamond limousines, villas and yachts floated before his eyes, and that feeling of regret subtly intensified quite a bit.

It's true that you can't argue at night, the night comes with that depression buff, a little thing will be magnified a million times.

Actually, now that I think about it, he's not as angry as he was last night!

But words spoken are like water thrown out.

Sheng Mingzhi's mouth twitches at the thought of his furious attempt at a divorce.

Pushing open the door, I see Shen Ling already sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He seemed to be chatting with someone on WeChat and put his phone away as a thief when he saw him.

Sheng Mingzhi gave her a hesitant look, "What are you doing sneaking around?"

Shen Ling let out a dry laugh and hurriedly said, "Didn't you say you wanted a divorce last night, I'm putting you in touch with a lawyer!"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Nor do you need to.

So positive.

Shen Ling pushed the computer towards him.

Two diagrams are shown on the screen.

One picture shows a plain middle-aged man, wearing an even plainer polo shirt, standing on a concrete road in the countryside, carrying a fallen briefcase.

The other picture shows an elite team of lawyers in an unfolded row, arms clasped.

Shen Ling: "Choose a lawyer to fight your divorce case."

Sheng Mingzhi: "......"

He stared at the computer screen for two seconds.

Then with a doleful gesture to the plain, middle-aged man, "He's the one."

Looks like it will just lose the divorce case.jpg

Mr. Sheng Jr. wins.

Shen Ling paused: "Wow. I can see you're determined to divorce Lu Jiayan. If you play your cards right, you'll have to go see Lu Jiayan in jail after the divorce."

Sheng Mingzhi: "???"

Suddenly there was a bad feeling.

Sheng Mingzhi spoke alertly, pointing at the middle-aged man, "What's his surname?"

Shen Ling Sincerely, "The surname is Law."

......

......

"I didn't say I wanted a divorce now." Sheng Mingzhi attempted to muddle the conversation, "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

"Well then, it's up to you." Shen Ling looked at the time, "I have a party today, so I'll be off. You make yourself some food at home."

When she finished, she ran as fast as she could drive with a dog chasing after her.

Sheng Mingzhi found her behaviour perversely bizarre and inexplicable.

However, he did get a bit hungry too.

I hadn't eaten much yesterday, and I had a fight with Song Yi in the evening, so I was too angry to eat.

When I think of Lu Jiayan, I am even more angry.

Mr. Sheng turned his grief and anger into appetite and pulled out two packets of snail noodles from the fridge and added them all directly to the pot.

Ten minutes later, Sheng Mingzhi sits directly on the sofa with the pot in his hand, ready to start.

He turned on the TV and selected a funny variety show to liven up the cold house.

Just a couple of shivers later, there was movement at the door.

Sheng Mingzhi thought it was Shen Ling who had gone and returned, presumably forgetting something, so he ignored it.

When the door opened, it wasn't Shen Ling, but Lu Jiayan, who was in a state of exhaustion.

The man was neatly dressed but could still see that his face was a little tired.

As a result, Lu Jiayan froze in a door-opening gesture just after he raised his eyes to see Sheng Mingzhi.

Somehow, he remembered what he had received an hour earlier, a tweet from Shen Ling - and the reason he hadn't resisted rushing over.

Shen Ling: [ Brother Lu, Mingzhi was really upset, couldn't eat, didn't sleep all night, haggard and miserable].

Shen Ling: [Heartbroken, so to speak, and still at home in tears!

......

Lu Jiayan's eyes slowly descend, as if looking for evidence of 'inability to eat'.

Sheng Mingzhi's "shivering" of snail noodles stops, and he stops his "goose goose" laughter while watching the variety show, and stares at Lu Jiayan in a stiff posture.

He was still wearing his heavy house pyjamas, his hair was messy as a chicken's nest, his expression was blank and there was soup smeared on the corner of his mouth.