Chapter 8: Wait for the court summons
"Do you mind Shen Baiyan so much? If you mind so much, why didn't you sign the divorce agreement?"
The Huo family, the two top wealthy families in Beijing and North City, got married five years ago. Now, five years have passed, and the people who should be working together are almost working together. People will object.
Six months ago, Su Zhixiao sent a divorce agreement to Fu Jiyan, but the man never signed it.
The man has recovered, and his face is full of smiles, but this smile does not reach the bottom of his eyes.
"Mrs. Fu just wants a divorce?"
"Mr. Fu thinks that I will forget that the eldest lady from the Nan family almost died in two years?
Or was my baby forced to be born prematurely at less than eight months old and slept in an incubator for two full months in the intensive care unit?
Fu Jiyan, everyone understands it very well, so don't waste your time.
I've said it many times, as long as you agree to divorce, I don't want everything! "
The man's face was blue and he sneered: "Oh, are you sure you don't want it? Don't want your son?"
It's not that Su Zhixiao hasn't thought about this issue, he has already thought about it thousands of times in his mind.
"It's better to follow you than to follow me, so I won't rob you of the child. After all, I really don't have much time to take care of the child!"
For example, this time, I didn't have time to go home for three months. It's not that I don't want my son, it's really that the bureau really can't get away during this time.
Three days for a small case, five days for a big case, and I went on a business trip to the next city for nearly two weeks, and I just came back two days ago. No, the film and television city case happened again.
When Fu Jiyan heard that the woman didn't even want her biological son in order to get a divorce, her eyes became more and more gloomy, and the corners of her mouth seemed to evoke a bit of cruelty:
"Very well, Mrs. Fu has voluntarily left the house, so I can't agree, right?
So, how is Mrs. Fu going to beg me?
After all, if I'm happy, I can sign anytime, right? "
on purpose! Absolutely on purpose!
Su Zhixiao exhaled a long breath:
"Fu Jiyan, wait for the court summons!
Also, please let me go. "
The standard leather shoes made a rhythmic sound when they stepped on the floor, and the back of the police uniform was even more upright and well-organized. Every step was like a ruler measuring the general standard.
Outside the door, Zhou Huan and Zheng Bingyang looked at each other shyly. Zheng Bingyang didn't move for a long time, and Zhou Huan stared a few times before he had to turn around and come in:
"Brother Yan, sister-in-law is gone?"
As he spoke, he rubbed the tip of his nose with his little finger, looking at the nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.
After all, they have known each other for more than ten years, how can they still not understand each other?
This person is definitely not in a good mood now, the cold air emanating from his body is almost freezing him to death! Fortunately, Fu Jiyan just glanced at Zhou Huan:
"back office."
"Eh, eh, okay."
Except that when Fu Jiyan and his party first arrived, it caused some young policewomen to be restless, but it only started for a while, and then naturally they had to do what they should do.
As for what happened in the reception room just now, except for the parties involved, Zhou Huan and Zheng Bingyang were only slightly aware of it, and the rest of the police station would not know!
Su Zhixiao carried the things back to the trace inspection office:
"Officer Cui, it's all recorded, and I'll put it here for you." I'm really not in a good mood, and I might chat a few times at ordinary times.
Sitting in front of the computer, Cui Xingran stared intently at the comparison data on the screen, and it was too late to look back:
"Okay, just leave it there, trouble, Sister Su."
Su Zhixiao stepped out lightly, and then returned to the forensic doctor's office.