Chapter 316: Bei Mang Can’t Live Without Han Dong!
Chatting with Long Fei on WeChat, Zhang Ruoyu put away his phone.
Glancing at Mr. Han who was peeping from time to time, Zhang Ruoyu said displeasedly: "Mr. Han, even if it's a fake divorce, you can peek into my privacy?"
Han Jiangxue said flatly: "I've been stimulated today, and I'm a little concerned about gains and losses. Brother Zhang, please be considerate."
"I understand you, who understands me?"
Brother Zhang was furious.
In the corners of his eyes, there was clearly a smile hidden.
"Let's be considerate of each other." Xuebao curled his lips and said, very proudly.
Want a divorce? Dream on!
See if I don’t consume you to death!
When they arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, the couple looked solemn, their faces full of grief for the death of their whole family. They took photos and several short videos with BGM that must have been very sad.
This is the end of the work.
"Brother Zhang, I'm going back to the big villa tonight, so take care of yourself!"
Olaf saved the photos and videos, shaking the phone.
Under the dim light, Han Jiangxue smiled as brightly as a flower, and her beautiful and clear eyes were filled with love for the world.
"Go away, let me die alone in a dangerous building!"
Zhang Ruoyu opened his thin lips slightly and cursed.
There was a throbbing light in the dark eyes.
If you don’t want to leave, then leave!
If he were to die, Brother Zhang would drag Xuebao to die with him.
It's your choice, Mr. Han!
Watching Han Jiangxue drive away, Yuan's faint voice sounded behind her: "We're not leaving now?"
"This girl tore up my marriage certificate, how can we leave?" Zhang Ruoyu lit a cigarette with soft eyes.
"Wouldn't it be replaced if it's torn? Is it very troublesome?" Yuan curled her lips and glanced sideways at Brother Zhang.
"Do you have common sense? There is a cooling-off period for divorce." Zhang Ruoyu exhaled thick smoke. "Even if we decide to divorce today, we still have to wait another month."
"Then divorce in one month, and I will help you get the marriage certificate." Yuan curled her lips and said, "A man, if you say divorce, you have to divorce!"
"We have decided to fake a divorce!" Zhang Ruoyu was irritated and said firmly.
"What's the point of fake divorce?" Yuan said calmly.
"It has reached the effect of a real divorce." Zhang Ruoyu said lightly. "Should I say it or not, these girls are quite smart."
"Bah." Yuan frowned. "You've been clamoring for a divorce every day, but you just relented at the last moment?"
"Why are you talking to me?" Zhang Ruoyu said solemnly. "Don't forget, I am your benefactor!"
"Die."
Yuan glared at Brother Zhang and said calmly: "Do I still need to protect her now?"
"Nonsense." Zhang Ruoyu said matter-of-factly. "Mr. Han didn't pay you a salary? Do you have the spirit of contract?"
"You have." Yuan said in a strange tone. "You two are the most contractual in the world, and each of you talks like farts and liars."
Kite complained and left.
Originally, she wanted to divorce, but she quite sympathized with Xuebao and was quite reluctant to let him go.
Now, Yuan hates this eighth wife so much.
He didn't keep his word and acted like a rogue! He even dared to tear up the marriage certificate!
Why hasn’t the country enacted a criminal law to pull out and shoot everyone who tears up marriage certificates?
Ding dong.
Yuan's cell phone rang.
It was a WeChat message from the eighth wife.
"Sister Yuan, starting from tonight, Sister Xue will invite you to live in a big villa, take milk baths every day, drink Lafite from 1982, and eat caviar."
At the end, I also sent a customized picture to show my heart.
Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Yuan's cell phone and said coldly: "The 1982 Lafite on the market is all fake wine. Eat the caviar as food. You will die if it tastes fishy or not."
"Go ahead, I wish you two to live happily ever after in the big villa and have no trace of your erotic dreams."
Brother Zhang took a taxi and went to the nearest subway station.
…
Han Jiangxue drove back to Han's house.
Mrs. Han and Han Dong sat nervously in the living room and waited.
Seeing Han Jiangxue entering the house triumphantly, Mrs. Han stood up in a hurry and asked: "Why did you come back alone? Where is Ruoyu? Could it be..."
Han Dong was about to cry.
Are you really divorced? My brother-in-law...
"He's dead!"
Han Jiangxue threw down her bag and lay on the sofa indifferently.
"Really divorced?" Mrs. Han almost lost her breath and carried her back.
"What are you thinking about?" Han Jiangxue crossed her legs and said arrogantly. "Grandma, I'm not telling you, but you don't know who I am? How can I make the fat in my mouth fly away?"
"Then why did you come back alone?" Mrs. Han was very nervous.
"We have decided to fake a divorce. I have sent the copy to my secretary. Tomorrow morning, the news of our divorce will be broadcast throughout the city." Han Jiangxue took the Dahongpao handed to her by her brother.
This little day is so pleasant.
"As expected of my sister! Awesome!" Han Dong gave a thumbs up.
The little old lady also breathed a sigh of relief.
If Ruoyu really decides to divorce, even if he takes action, he will definitely not be able to stop her.
Only this damn Xuebao stopped...
Mrs. Han, with a smile on her face and a face filled with relief, asked about the entire negotiation process.
After learning that Xuebao had shredded Zhang Ruoyu's marriage certificate in a domineering manner, Mrs. Han rummaged through the box and found her marriage certificate from Xuebao's bag.
This damn kid actually brought his marriage certificate with him!
Mrs. Han's heart was beating fast. She glanced at her precious granddaughter who was obviously a little guilty. The little old woman kept doing this and even tore up Xuebao's marriage certificate.
He also asked Han Dong for a lighter and burned it to ashes!
"Xue Bao, in one sentence, don't make up for it even if you die! Even if you can't get him, you have to destroy him!"
After that, Mrs. Han took out the household registration book from Xuebao's bag and tore it up together.
If she hadn't been afraid that Xuebao wouldn't be able to travel far in the future, this little old lady would have burned Xuebao's ID card!
The family of three seemed to be mentally ill, chatting around the fire.
Xuebao gave some snacks to Yingying Xiaozui and murmured in a low voice: "Mistress, do you think Brother Zhang also likes me a little bit after he agreed to fake divorce?"
"Is it important?" Mrs. Han raised her eyebrows. "What do you care about what he thinks? After entering the gate of our Han family, he still wants to run away?"
"Zhang Ruoyu was born as the uncle of the Han family, and died as the ghost son-in-law of the Han family!"
"Xue Bao, in one word, lock him up!"
Han Jiangxue raised her eyebrows, patted the snack crumbs on her tender hands, and said with a curl of her lips: "Grandma, you don't understand me. I have been shameless since I was a child, and I don't care about marriages without emotional foundation. If I hadn't seen that he had a crush on me,
, who was squirming there and trembling, I should have divorced him a long time ago!"
"As expected of the head of the Han family, he is decisive in killing!" Mrs. Han said loudly.
"That's right." Han Jiangxue said arrogantly. "Miscellaneous, you guys should be more restrained recently and don't lick him when we meet him. He's really spoiled him. He won't be able to bite me in the face in the future? Especially you, Han Dong. Don't meet me."
When we met, my brother-in-law was older than my brother-in-law. Remember, he is now a domestic violence man, and he even beat me! I couldn't bear the domestic violence, so I divorced him!"
"Received." Han Dong vowed and nodded.
Mr. Han gave a brief report on tonight's negotiations and secretly sent a WeChat message to Brother Zhang: "Brother Zhang, are you home yet? There are two bowls of bird's nests in the kitchen to warm your stomach. I prepared them for you last night, but you didn't come back to eat. Eat now.
, the taste is just right, as silky as white fungus soup, melts in the mouth, nourishes the lungs and moistens the intestines.”
