I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

Fu Yunshen frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. Instead, he handed over another wine bottle, because he knew that the other party needed venting, not comfort, at this time.

Nangong Jue was stunned for a moment.

"It will be comfortable to vent." Fu Yunshen gestured for the wine bottle.

Nangong Jue stopped, he didn't like the way he was out of control.

"Don't forget, I'm not only a surgeon, I'm also a doctor of psychology, Arjue, all you need now is to vent." Fu Yunshen shoved the wine bottle directly into his hand.

Nangong Jue looked at the wine bottle in his hand, and then really smashed it again, then got up and kicked down the coffee table, and smashed the TV, audio, etc., but after a while, the most luxurious private room in the entire clubhouse became a piece of mess.

"Are you comfortable?" Fu Yunshen drank the remaining red wine in his glass and threw the glass to the ground.

Nangong Jue exhaled, turned around and walked out.

Fu Yunshen glanced back at the private room and shrugged, the one million private room was ruined like this, rich and self-willed.

And Yan Zimeng ran out not long before Yang Jinxuan stopped him: "Mengmeng."

"Brother Jin Xuan." Yan Zimeng turned her head back with red eyes, and pulled a smile that was uglier than crying, "Why did you come out too?"

"I don't trust you."

"I'm fine." Yan Zimeng shook his head.

"How can you be fine like this?" Yang Jinxuan frowned and found that she was not wearing a coat, so he hurriedly took off his suit and wrapped it around her, "Get in the car first, I'll take you back." Then he couldn't help but tell her He pulled up his car and left the clubhouse quickly.

"Brother Jinxuan, thank you." Yan Zimeng looked very sad.

Yang Jinxuan sighed, then stopped the car on the side of the road, and turned to look at Yan Zimeng: "Cry if you want to, don't pretend to be in front of Brother Jinxuan."

"I'm fine, really..." Yan Zimeng shook her head with a smile, but tears fell heavily.

Yang Jinxuan was so heartbroken that he stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to hug him.

Yan Zimeng suddenly hugged him: "Brother Jin Xuan, I have something, I really have something, I'm so sad..."

Yang Jinxuan's body stiffened for a moment, then he took the person into his arms and patted Yan Zimeng's back lightly: "I know."

"You don't know." Yan Zimeng shook his head, "I really like Arge, I know it was wrong for me to leave back then, but I also want to fight, but it's only been three years, how did he become like this? He wasn't like this before... Did he fall in love with Han Binglan? Isn't he divorced? Why does she still occupy Arjue's heart? Why does she still exist?"

"Ajue will definitely be yours." Yang Jinxuan patted Yan Zimeng's back, "Don't worry, I will help you." A sharp look flashed in his eyes, Han Binglan, don't blame me .

"Brother Jin Xuan." Yan Zimeng hurriedly got up, raised her hand to wipe her tears, "I'm sorry, I lost my way, I'm just too sad, talking nonsense..."

"Mengmeng." Yang Jinxuan reached out and held Yan Zimeng's arm, "Remember, Brother Jinxuan will help you no matter when."

"Thank you, Brother Jinxuan." Yan Zimeng lowered her eyes, hiding the smug look in her eyes, Han Binglan, don't blame me, you can only blame yourself for provoking my Arge.