sir, let's get a divorce

Chapter 5 Thank you for the evidence
"Professor Shang."

The moment Luo Qiao was thrown away, his face was terribly dark.

But soon, she adjusted her expression, looking cute and innocent.

"Sister Wen, are you mad at me?"

She had a look of 'I blame myself': "We should treat her to dinner, and I will apologize to her."

Shang Qiaobai looked at her, feeling noisy.

He said impatiently: "What are you doing here? No work today? I remember you have class in the afternoon, right? Go back quickly."

Luo Qiao looked at him with an aggrieved face, biting his lips tightly: "Didn't you say... let me come here today to collect the certificate."

"When did I say that!" Shang Qiaobai retorted violently, and then suddenly remembered.

He really tasted the sweetness under the passion yesterday, so he got carried away and said, "I will go to the certificate tomorrow, and I will give you the title".

"My..."

Shang Qiaobai suddenly didn't know how to speak.

Luo Qiao thought about it for a while, and forced a smile, looking a little miserable: "I do have classes, so I'll go back first."

She reached out and handed back the small copy of the divorce certificate to Shang Qiaobai.

The moment Shang Qiaobai stretched out her hand to take it away, she raised her head and said in a considerate tone: "If you... those words, I'll just pretend that I haven't heard of them, it doesn't matter."

Shang Qiaobai felt that he was a scumbag.

Especially when he saw Luo Qiao reluctantly raised his smiling face, as if he was trying to prove that 'I'm really okay'... His heart ached.

"us……"

After thinking of Wen Yan, the word 'go in and get the certificate' got stuck in his throat again.

"I see, you go back first, don't delay the class."

Shang Qiaobai took a deep breath: "I will give you an explanation, but I also have to explain this matter to my family, you...you let me take it easy."

"Professor Shang, I understand." Luo Qiao smiled wryly, then quickly put it away, and put on a decent smirk, which seemed a bit gentle and intellectual: "I just want to tell you that I like you and adore you." You are my own business and have nothing to do with you, you don't have to worry too much, if you are happy, I will be very happy."

She deliberately made a very hard smile: "Although this is my first time, maybe I will be disgusted and insulted because of it... But it doesn't matter, really, it's a new century now, everyone should improve their thinking It is."

If it was in the past, Shang Qiaobai would feel very distressed seeing her like this.

But now, what he's thinking more about is how to save the marriage.

"Well, I see."

Shang Qiaobai said perfunctorily, "Understood", and when he saw a taxi coming, he immediately waved.

Luo Qiao didn't even have time to continue the performance when the car exhaust blew sand all over his face.

"Damn scumbag!" She stomped her feet angrily.

Looking at the direction in which the taxi was leaving, he was full of resentment.

That was the direction Wen Yan had just left.

"I want to eat clean my old lady, and still not take any responsibility? Dreaming!"

Luoqiao looked in that direction resentfully, took out several different mobile phones, lowered her head, edited several messages, and sent them to a number at the same time.

After doing all this, she raised her head and snorted: "If you want to play with me and look at the pot and look at the pot, dream!"
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Wen Yan was leaning on the back seat, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

The phone suddenly rang several times.

She reluctantly opened her eyes and clicked to see some messages.

From different numbers, but the content is similar.

Shang Qiaobai kisses Luoqiao.

Shang Qiaobai hugged Luo Qiao.

Shang Qiaobai and Luo Qiao started to reproduce...

There is another one, which is the cover of two marriage certificates placed side by side.

The pictures are very blurry, but it still doesn't prevent Wen Yan from recognizing people.

Not to mention that the other party sent her an e-mail in a very considerate manner, in high definition.

I can't wait enough.

Wen Yan looked at these and didn't feel much.

She turned off her phone, and suddenly thought of something, and sent a message back to the number that sent some amazing photos: "Thank you for the evidence, if you need a reward, you can send me your bank card number, I will get it The compensation money will be transferred to you."

(End of this chapter)