The male god of the wall: cute and black

Chapter 747 You Broken Love, I Divorced Marriage (1)

In the end, the taxi was not found.

Fu Hei leaned the car against the side of the road, lowered the window, let the howling night wind blow on him, calmed down, took out his mobile phone, turned it around twice, and dialed a number.

Mu Fan, who had just fallen asleep, saw the boss's call and thought there was something urgent, so he quickly answered, "Hey, President, is there something wrong with the company again?"

"No." Fu Hei hung up, and dialed another number again.

Zhou Jue, who stayed up late to catch up on the draft, suddenly and sharply rang on his cell phone. The moment he looked up, he saw the word Fu Hei jumping on the screen.

"Hello?" Zhou Jue asked in a lazy voice.

"Are you still alive?" Fu Hei asked suddenly.

Zhou Jue: "..."

"Of course I'm alive." Damn, in the middle of the night, I made a phone call and asked myself if I'm still alive. What's the situation?

"Hello...beep beep..." Zhou Jue was about to curse when the phone was hung up.

Fu Hei looked out of the window with a stupid face, so, he was not dreaming just now, everything was real.

His little idiot is back after four years of disappearance, and he proposed to him just now, see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at ten o'clock tomorrow.

All of this seemed like a dream, so she was just kidding with him when she said she wanted to break up?

The inexplicable Mu Fan redialed the phone, "President, are you... all right?"

He asked cautiously, always feeling that there was something wrong with the President tonight, he would not do such boring things before.

"I'm getting married." Fu Hei said cheerfully.

Mu Fan: "..."

"President, have you been drinking?" Mu Fan thought he was drunk.

Fu Hei frowned in displeasure, where did he drink?How did this Mu Fan speak?
"No." Fu Hei said lightly, and hung up the phone again.

Mu Fan: "..."

He felt that the president, who had always been calm and experienced, would do such unreliable and naive things when he was sober.

In the middle of the night, I called to say that I was going to get married. With whom?Either talking in sleep or drunk, no, he has to go to the president's villa to see, thinking of this, he quickly climbed up from the bed and began to get dressed.

As he walked out, he called Zhou Jue, "Hey, Mr. Zhou, I feel that Mr. Fu tonight is not normal..."

Just as Zhou Jue vented, the phone rang again, and he was surprised when he saw the call from Mu Fan.

"It's normal, motherfucker, just now you asked me if I was dead or not? I'm alive and well..." Zhou Jue roared angrily. Only in private could he dare to scold Fu Hei so unscrupulously.

There are many people who curse him to death, but being cursed by his good brother is very uncomfortable.

Mu Fan: "..."

Is it really okay for you to say that, Mr. President?
Half an hour later, Fu Hei returned to the villa, still feeling very excited. He poured a glass of wine and quietly admired the moonlight.

I always feel that the night tonight is extraordinarily beautiful, and the moon is extraordinarily bright.

Taking a sip, a smirk appeared on his enchanting handsome face.

boom--

Suddenly, the door was knocked open, and two big men rushed in aggressively. Fu Hei turned around quickly, with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Damn, I really drank." Zhou Jue cursed, then rushed up.

"Brother, I said how do you talk about being drunk, so you are drunk." Zhou Jue rushed up and snatched his wine glass, Balabala talked endlessly.

(End of this chapter)