Song Fuxing never came back after leaving. He was very busy for several days. In addition, her jewelry exhibition was a lot of things, so he had no chance to meet.

Every time Xia Mu goes back, he will go to Song Fuxing's room to take a look, but he seems to have never come back.

Perhaps it was her request that really made it difficult for him to deal with it. He was so embarrassed that he could only avoid her.

She was still too anxious, and this kind of thing should be done step by step.

Xia Mu hesitated for a while and called him. He didn't wait too long. After three rings, he answered.

There was silence on the phone call. Xia Mu asked dryly through the quiet electric current, "Are you coming back for dinner today?"

Song Fuxing paused for a moment, and then replied after a while: "I have something to deal with, you can eat it yourself."

That means not to come back.

He has been sleeping in the company for several days. If this continues, will they have to get a divorce certificate?

Xia Mu opened his mouth, but didn't know how to speak. They became a little unfamiliar after only a few days of not seeing each other.

She paused for a moment before saying, "Okay, you can do it first, remember to eat on time."

A faint um, brief and alienated from the other side.

Xia Mu put down the phone with a bitter face and looked at the food he bought, wondering what to do?

Aunt Chen reached out to get the food, "Madam, why don't I cook it?"

Xia Mu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and stopped her, "I'll do it, I'll send it to him."

Just as I was about to start, the phone rang. It must be Song Fuxing who called back.

Xia Mu was delighted and hurriedly answered, but the old man's voice came from the phone.

"Is it Miss Xia?"

The majesty in this voice was too familiar, and Shamu paused, "…yes."

"I am Fuxing's grandfather. I hope you will come to the Song family now. I want to talk to you in person, and don't tell Fuxing."

Xia Mu held the phone and tightened his hand slightly, "Okay."

When Xia Mu hung up the phone there, he was so nervous that he was a little at a loss.

She stood there for a long time before going upstairs to get her coat, "I'll go out and come back later. If Song Fuxing comes back, I'll say I... I'll say I'll go to the company."

Seeing her leaving so nervously, Aunt Chen naturally guessed who called.

Xia Mu got into the car, and the car drove and stopped for more than an hour before he arrived at the Song family.

She looked at the gate of the Song family and was afraid to go in, but she was worried that the old man would wait too long, so she could only walk inside with a tough bullet.

The guard had obviously said hello a long time ago. As soon as he saw her approaching, he opened the door and let her in.

As soon as I entered, I saw Song Jiayu waiting for her at the door, "Come in, come in quickly, grandpa has already come down."

Song Jiayu glanced behind her and was a little confused, "Didn't Fuxing come with you?"

"Grandpa wants me to come here by myself." Xia Mu was a little nervous.

Song Jiayu immediately understood. She paused and pulled her into her amiable way, "Don't worry, it's nothing. Go in first. The old man just looks fierce on his face, don't be afraid."

Only Song Changzheng was sitting in the living room, cooking tea, obviously preparing for a long talk with her.

Xia Mu was so nervous when he saw this scene. No matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to agree with her grandson's daughter-in-law.

When Song Changzheng saw her coming in, he glanced at the wooden sofa opposite and said, "Sit down."

Xia Mu sat down with some restraint, and Song Changzheng brought her the brewed tea.

Xia Mu quickly reached out to take it, "Thank you grandpa."

"Don't follow Fuxing and call me grandpa. I haven't recognized you as your granddaughter-in-law." Song Changzheng lowered his eyes and seemed to be dissatisfied with her a hundred times.

Xia Mu lived with tea, so he had never discussed it with his family and had never asked the consent of his elders in the family?

Now... are you going to break up the couple?

Are you going to dump the check and let her leave Song Fu?

The more nervous Xia Mu was, the more confused he was, and he was not in a state of mind.

There was a silence in the living room.

Song Jiayu realized that the situation was not right and hurriedly retreated.

Song Changzheng looked at her for a moment and suddenly spoke, "Tell me what you want to get to get to get a divorce, right?"

Xia Mu held the teacup hand and could hardly feel the burning of the tea. He mustered up the courage and said seriously: "Grandpa Song, I didn't marry him for money. I like him because I like him a long time ago."

"You don't have to tell me these high-sounding words. You are his high school classmate. He is so angry that I guess that you are still you. Since you have refused before, why bother now?

If it weren't for Fuxing's helping you accumulate connections, could you do that jewelry exhibition?

You said you were not marrying him for the sake of money, do you think I would believe it?"

"Grandpa Song, you misunderstood. When he was in high school, I was not the person he liked..." Xia Mu said it hard, and his heart suddenly became cold. She didn't know which point should be refuted first, as if all points were problems.

But no matter how she explained it, she was unable to refute the jewelry exhibition. It was indeed the opportunity that Song Fuxing got.

Song Changzheng waved his hand slightly, not interested in listening to her more, "I told Fuxing before that you are not suitable to be the wife of the Song family. He couldn't listen and even went to get the certificate with you. But even if you get the certificate, it doesn't mean you have entered the Song family. I will not admit you, and the ancestors of the Song family will not admit it. Taking money and leaving is the best choice for you, so as not to lose both people and money in the future, and the gains are not worth the loss."

Xia Mu's lips were slightly pale and he could hardly speak.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and as soon as I came in, I walked straight here.

Xia Mu subconsciously turned his head to look.

Song Fuxing had already come in from outside, and saw this and slightly curled his eyebrows, "Grandpa."

Come quickly!

Song Changzheng snorted coldly, and the tea in his hand suddenly put it on the table. His anger could no longer be controlled, "You are here just in time. Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to divorce me immediately. What is the big deal about marriage like this!"

Song Jiayu followed closely and quickly spoke to ease the atmosphere, "I have already obtained my certificate, so it won't look good if I leave it."

"He had the same idea as he was thinking that marriage would be a definite number! He made his own decisions, and the bigger he was, the less he was! "

Song Changzheng was very angry and looked at Song Fuxing in a blink of an eye, furious, "Did you hear that? Go and divorce me immediately? I have already discussed it with the Li family. In a few days, you and Li will get the certificate. I will handle the wedding for you!"

Xia Mu's face became paler and he looked at the silent Song Fuxing uneasy.

She was afraid that he would go with the flow, so she agreed, making their marriage in just a few days a joke.

"It's impossible to divorce."

Xia Mu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and his pale face slightly recovered some blood.

Song Changzheng suddenly stood up, and was furious as he spoke, "What did you say, tell me again!"

Song Fuxing lowered his eyelashes and said calmly: "It is impossible to divorce if you are already married."

Song Changzheng was so angry that he was not breathing smoothly, and he was impatient to continue talking to him. Anyway, he couldn't listen if he said it!

"Miss Xia, you can explain it clearly now. I have analyzed the pros and cons with you clearly. You should also know how to do it, and it is the best for you."

"Grandpa told her that it was useless, she listened to me." Song Fuxing's voice was so calm that there was almost no ups and downs, as if he was stating objective facts.

Song Changzheng glared at his eyes, so angry that he couldn't speak. He suddenly picked up the blue and white porcelain tea cup on the table and smashed it at him, "You are really promising!"

Song Fuxing stood upright without hiding. The teacup hit his head and fell down. The hot tea water poured all over his body. The separate tea cover hit the bookshelf next to him and broke directly.

"Ah!" Song Jiayu was shocked and screamed in panic.

Xia Mu shook, put down the teacup in a hurry, and ran to Song Fuxing quickly.

The smashed pieces cut through his forehead, and blood suddenly emerged, and his fair white face set against the bright red blood, which was particularly shocking.

She was so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

This sound caused everyone in the family to come, and the servants who came in outside were silent when they saw this.

"Oh, I'm smashing my head!" Song Jiayu hurriedly stepped forward and put her handkerchief on Song Fuxing's forehead, shouting outside: "Sister-in-law, hurry up and bring the medical box. This is not good. She has been carved with gold and jade since she was a child, and she has never even fallen. Now she's broken! "

Song Jiayu's tone was exaggerated, making her feel as if she was facing a great enemy. Those who didn't know thought that Song Fuxing was about to die.

Song Changzheng was obviously heartbroken, but he was still stubborn and didn't give him a good look, and his temper was not revealed.

Mrs. Bai brought the medical box over and was frightened to see the scene.

Song Jiayu hurriedly took her medicine box and handed it to Xia Mu's hand. She pushed them upstairs, "Hurry up and apply medicine to him, stop the blood."

Xia Mu was pushed up for a few steps, and hurriedly hit Song Fuxing. His long legs were much harder than hers, and he almost knocked him in a panic.

Song Fuxing turned his head and looked at her.

Xia Mu quickly stood up with the handrail of the stairs and followed him upstairs.

There was a mess downstairs and a lot of people. They were cleaning and chatting, and they were noisy for a while.

Xia Mu followed Song Fu into the room, and looked at his handkerchief covering his wound, and his blood was fainted from bright red. His voice was a little panicked, "Show me."

Song Fuxing paused slightly, and his hand holding the handkerchief opened easily.

Xia Mu leaned closer and took a closer look. Fortunately, the wound was not very deep, but it only cut the forehead.
To be continued...