sir, let's get a divorce

Chapter 7 The Prototype of the Male Protagonist of Xiao Huangwen
The thought of running away only flashed in Wen Yan's mind for a moment.

Fleeing without fighting does not conform to the Wen family's family motto.

What's more, she has nothing to escape...

It's not that she did anything wrong.

She glanced at Shang Qiaobai lightly, nodded slightly, and didn't even make a sound, it was considered as a greeting.

Immediately, he stepped up to catch up with Li Baocai and Wang Po, and discussed about renting a house: "...I want to rent a short-term rent, and I can add a little more money, do you think so?"

Wang Po's family met because they needed money for an emergency, and their eyes lit up when they heard more money.

"How long will you rent it for?" she asked.

Wen Yan thought about it. Originally, he wanted to rent it for at least half a year. Now that he saw Shang Qiaobai, he always felt a little unlucky.

"Just three months," she said.

Three months should be enough for her to find a new house...

Although the housing prices in 02 were not very expensive, people like her who live without a fixed place and do not have a fixed job to earn a salary cannot afford it for a while.

But renting a slightly better house, three months should be enough.

She translates an article for someone, and the salary is about 500-1000 yuan.

"Three months..." Wang Po pondered for a while: "750 yuan, do you think it's okay?" Her tone was very uncertain, with guilt and embarrassment.

Wen Yan was much more generous: "Sure, but you have to rent your yard to me as well!"

"Okay!" Wang Po smiled more on her face, and her tone became more sincere: "I'm getting old, and I can't grow any crops anymore. That place is empty and empty, and I will use it for you!"

"Then thank you!" Wen Yan said with a smile, only paid the rent, and signed a simple handwritten rental contract.

Holding the contract, she was about to leave without even looking at Shang Qiaobai.

Shang Qiaobai stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, Wen Yan glanced over, and the gentleness between his brows in the past disappeared a lot: "Mr. Shang, I advise you to respect yourself!"

She said: "You have always said that I am a woman from the countryside. I have been used to doing farm work with adults since I was a child, and my strength has always been stronger than ordinary people... Don't ask for trouble!"

Shang Qiaobai thought that Wen Yan could easily move his strength to go around the house for a few times... Although he was sick in bed at the time and was extremely thin.

But adult men, even if they are so sick that they only have a handful of bones left, they still weigh a lot.

When Wen Yan married him back then, she took over the job of nursing for him...

Almost all of them are alone, and he can easily change his clothes, turn over and scrub him without anyone helping him.

Even moving him out of bed and sitting in a wheelchair to bask in the sun, carrying the wheelchair and climbing a few floors with him, was all easy...

For this reason, he still disliked his family a lot, and found him a wife who was not gentle enough, not at all girlish, and was very disgusted.

Thinking about it now, it's really heartless.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else, I just want to talk to you..." Shang Qiaobai felt that he was too humble at this time, and the airs that were always in front of Wen Yan in the past did not lift at this time. Can't get up.

Wen Yanli said calmly: "I don't think we have anything to say between us."

After walking a few steps, she stopped and looked at Shang Qiaobai.

"Wen Yan..." Shang Qiaobai thought she had changed her mind, and called out in surprise.

Wen Yan took a deep breath and said: "I will probably continue to live in the capital. I hope that my husband can save some dignity for our bad marriage, and don't make it so ugly that it will only increase people's jokes, okay?"

"Okay." Shang Qiaobai responded subconsciously, and was even more humble: "I will obey you." As long as you can come back...

"From then on, please treat me as if you don't know me when you see me." Wen Yan said: "When I see you, I will also treat it as if you don't know me, and I hope your new wife will do the same."

She turned and left without waiting for Shang Qiaobai to respond.

"Wen Yan..."

Shang Qiaobai chased after him and shouted a few times. After all, his body was a bit weak. After running for a few steps, he was wheezing and panting. After a while, he lost sight of anyone.

I really regret it, Wen Yan...you come back, okay?

Shang Qiaobai squatted down covering his face in pain, his mind was full of warm images of the past between him and Wen Yan over the years.

Perhaps it is only when you have home flowers and see a lot of home flowers that you will feel the fragrance of wild flowers, and you will feel that the wild flowers are very amazing.

Now that the house flowers are gone, think about the wild flowers... but it is not very suitable for IKEA.

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Wen Yan went back to Shang's house to pack her things, and moved to Wang Po's house the next day.

I also know that the reason why Wang Po is anxious to rent out the house is because the family depends on each other, and her granddaughter Xiaohan, who is just about to graduate from college, is ill... Leukemia.

The reason why Shang Qiaobai came here was to see Xiaohan.

Xiaohan is his student.

After Wen Yan knew about this relationship, she was quite emotional.

Sometimes fate is so wonderful, the person you want to meet, even if you are in the same community, you may not meet once a year.

The person you don't want to see again, always haunts...

"Are you really divorced from Professor Shang?" A strange look flashed in Wang Xiaohan's eyes, but before Wen Yanshang could catch it, she hid it well.

Wen Yan hummed, not really wanting to talk about her marital problems.

She chatted a few words about homework with someone, and then said goodbye to him on the grounds that she still had to tidy up the flowers and plants.

"It's because of Luoqiao, right?"

When Wen Yan was about to walk to the door, Wang Xiaohan said suddenly.

"What did you say?" Wen Yan turned his head and looked at him slightly surprised.

Wang Xiaohan pursed his lips: "Everyone in the school knows that there is ambiguity between Professor Shang and the intern Teacher Luo. The school leader even talked to two people and asked them to pay attention to the impact..."

She specially emphasized: "More than once!"

Wen Yan glanced at Wang Xiaohan, and still only hummed lightly: "I see."

"Aren't you angry?" Wang Xiaohan's tone was suddenly urgent, even a little harsh: "Luoqiao took away your position as Mrs. Shang!"

Wen Yan stopped and looked at her, wondering what she was going to say.

"Are you just watching her occupy your position, your man, and then run up to you to do her best?" Wang Xiaohan's tone was a little more resentful, as if resenting Wenyan as the original partner. , unexpectedly didn't know how to fight, and let Luo Qiao, a junior, succeed in taking the position in vain.

Wen Yan felt that this girl was a bit strange. If I remembered correctly, they should be meeting for the first time today.

She said lightly, "Shang Qiaobai is just my ex-husband, not my man. We are already divorced."

"Why do you want a divorce?" Wang Xiaohan sat up from the kang excitedly: "Why do you want a divorce? Isn't it good to be Mrs. Shang?"

Wen Yan actually didn't want to answer, but the little girl stared straight at her, thinking that if you don't answer me, I'll tear you apart...

She does regret it now.

Li Baocai was right, she should rent a house in the urban area.

"For happiness." Wen Yan said: "For the future, to be able to live comfortably and freely, every breath of air is for myself."

She said: "Divorce is to be yourself better."

"you are silly."

Wang Xiaohan seemed to be discouraged suddenly: "So many people want to marry Professor Shang to be Mrs. Shang, even the little Huangwen heroines passed on to each other in our dormitory building are all based on Professor Shang..."

But the one who succeeded was that little bitch Luoqiao.

She gritted her teeth, and there was more hatred in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)