Married on behalf of a famous family: Mr. Bo, get a divorce!

While the woman was still in a daze, Fu Xicheng had already left.

……

Outside the mall.

When Ye Jingjing and Meng Shiman were about to go to the subway, Fu Xicheng's voice suddenly came over: "Miss Meng."

Meng Shiman stopped in her tracks.

Ye Jingjing naturally also turned around.

Fu Xicheng walked towards them unhurriedly, and when standing in front of them, he smiled lightly and said, "I'm sorry just now, I made you laugh at me."

Meng Shiman glanced at Ye Jingjing, and then looked at Fu Xicheng: "It's okay, maybe Mr. Fu's girlfriend loves you too much and has a sense of crisis."

After she finished speaking, she smiled at him: "If it's okay, let's go first. Goodbye, Mr. Fu."

Fu Xicheng gestured to the two of them to let go, and then his eyes stopped on Ye Jingjing, who nodded to him, and then pulled Meng Shiman away.

The man watched the two disappear out of sight and chuckled lightly.

but--

He seems to have forgotten to ask for Miss Meng's cell phone number? !
Hiss...it's a pity.

The man took out a cigarette case from his trousers pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it.

When the cigarette was half burned, a man rang out behind him: "Xi Cheng—"

He turned around when he heard the sound, saw Bo Shaochen's face, and complained: "How did you end it, it's really slow."

"What? Isn't there a woman with you?"

"separated."

Bo Shaochen, "..."

He has seen Fu Xicheng's behavior too many times, and although he is used to it, he still... sneers.

The man didn't care either, and suddenly changed the subject: "By the way, Shaochen, have you saved Miss Ye's mobile phone number, tell me how much?"

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone from his pocket.

Bo Shaochen frowned and looked at him without moving.

The man smiled and said, "You won't memorize it so quickly, will you? Report it."

"What do you want her cell phone number for?"

"There's something wrong."

Bo Shaochen's face was very cold, and his eyes darkened a bit: "You broke up with your woman, did you transfer your target to... Ye Jingjing?!"

Fu Xicheng, "..."

He snorted softly: "What do you think of me? A friend's wife can't be bullied. Although she is a substitute, as a buddy, I can't do anything."

The man withdrew his gaze, turned around and left.

Fu Xicheng stubbed out the cigarette and threw it in the trash can beside him. He followed up with Bo Shaochen: "What is Miss Ye's phone number? I want to ask Miss Meng's phone number. If we have a chance, we can have dinner together."

Bo Shaochen ignored him.

The man said again: "What are you doing? Or if you don't want to disclose Ms. Ye's mobile phone number, you can ask her for Ms. Meng's number for me when you get home at night, and you can send it to me directly. How about it?"

Bo Shaochen glanced at him: "It's not very good."

Fu Xicheng laughed teasingly and said, "I said Shaochen, are you still friends?"

Bo Shaochen stopped, looked at him and said, "Fu Xicheng, just because of Lin Shu'er, how many women do you want to harm?!"

As soon as he said this, Fu Xicheng's face immediately turned cold.

In the whole Los Angeles, probably only Bo Shaochen knew that there was a woman in Fu Xicheng's heart that he could never forget. Her name was Lin Shu'er. She broke up with him three years ago, and there was nothing else but a farewell text message.

As for Fu Xicheng, he still doesn't even know why he was dumped.

Looking at his changes, Bo Shaochen probably deserved to step on him, and coughed lightly: "Okay, I'll send you Meng Shiman's phone number tonight."