sir, let's get a divorce

Chapter 8: Wen Yan came forward to clarify the cheating

Wen Yan didn't pay any attention to the little girl, and just concentrated on tidying up and repairing her flowers and plants these days.

At the same time, I am also looking for a more suitable house.

a week later.

"Director Wang, it's me, Wen Yan."

Wen Yan made a phone call to the magazine office: "I have talked with you on the phone before, and I have agreed to go to the magazine office this Friday to pick up the manuscripts that need to be translated. Tomorrow is Friday. What time is convenient for you? I will arrive time passed..."

The person on the other end of the phone was quiet for a while.

"Wen Yan, your translation level is at the top level in our magazine, no, in the entire capital, and even in the whole country!" Wang Youwei sighed, and then remained silent for a long time: "Your I appreciate your talent, and I think you are the most suitable candidate."

Wen Yan suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Someone found our magazine..."

Wang Youwei was halfway through his speech, and stopped at the point.Then he said helplessly: "Sorry, I have already given the manuscript to someone else, why don't you look at other magazines? Although there are not many magazines in the capital that do Russian translation, there are still a few. Can I give you their contact information?"

"No, thank you, Director Wang." Wen Yan tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Then I hope we have the opportunity to cooperate again next time, sorry to bother you."

She hung up the phone, staring blankly at the bottom of the rooftop...

Cars come and go, lights are always on.

It seems that the excitement of this city will never change.

The only thing that changes is the people who are struggling in this city and don't know where to go...

She wants to go home.

There were even a few moments when she didn't know why she had to stay in the capital...

"Girl, this contract has been signed, look at the rent... Should I give it to me?" The landlord who just signed the rental contract with Wen Yan couldn't help but say: "Our contract is signed, you If you breach the contract, I will not refund the deposit."

"Sorry, I wasted time on the phone call. Let's go to the bank now. I really like your house, otherwise I wouldn't have rented it for three years."

Wen Yan smiled and said to humanity: "This place is not easy to sublet."

The landlord smiled and said nothing, obviously agreeing with this.

Her suite is on the top floor, the ninth floor. Although it is spacious and has a large open-air platform on the roof, there is no elevator.

Moreover, there is a row of shop fronts at the bottom, which are actually higher than ten floors.

Considering that you have to climb ten floors every time you go in and out, naturally no one is willing to rent.

It was rare to catch Wen Yan who was taken advantage of, and the price offered was not low, so she naturally didn't want to miss it.

Downstairs not far away, there is a bank.

After Wen Yan transferred a year's rent to someone, the balance in the account was only 9000.

You have to find a way to make money.

Just when she was confused, the phone rang suddenly.

Seeing that the word "mother-in-law" was written on it, she answered the phone and clicked on the address book to edit the notes related to the Shang family one by one.

Mother-in-law changed to: Ms. Yang.

The father-in-law was changed to: Mr. Shang.

Accidentally saw a few messages from Shang Qiaobai, and dragged him into the blacklist.

"Hello, Ms. Yang, what can I do?" Wen Yan said calmly.

Yang Ping was stunned for a few seconds: "Wen Yan, Qiao Bai was reported some false information, you go to his school now and help him explain to the leader that he did not cheat and those reports were fabricated!"

"Sorry, Ms. Yang, your son Shang Qiaobai has indeed cheated." Wen Yan stated the facts without emotion.

Yang Ping seemed to realize at this time that Wen Yan was not the same as before.

"What did you call me just now?" She asked with some uncertainty.

"Ms. Yang."

Wen Yan said: "Shang Qiaobai and I have already divorced. Of course, based on the relationship between our two families, if you don't mind, I can also call you Aunt Shang."

She smiled: "But you probably mind."

Yang Ping has always been very dissatisfied with the old man of the Shang family who made his own way and married a country girl for Shang Qiaobai.

If Wen Yan hadn't really taken good care of Shang Qiaobai after marrying into Shang's family, and made her son recover day by day, she would definitely have set a good example for others.

Even so, Yang Ping is still very critical of Wen Yan.

Wen Yan was never allowed to call her mother instead.

"I don't want to meddle in your affairs." Yang Ping took a deep breath before she could hold back from yelling at others: "But Qiao Bai's work is very important. If he is successfully reported, not only will he lose his job, but he will also not be able to do so in the future." I want to raise my head and be a man!"

She softened her tone slightly: "Wen Yan, I beg you, just go to school... No matter what anyone says, it is not as convincing as you, a wife, to clarify."

"I have already divorced Shang Qiaobai." Wen Yan emphasized.

Yang Ping said anxiously: "That doesn't affect you to clarify for Qiao Bai! As long as you say that you are divorced, it is because you are from the countryside, and you really have nothing in common with your husband who is a university professor. The reason for asking for a divorce is to allow Qiao Bai to find a better soul mate..."

The more she talked, the more she felt right: "These rumors of cheating will naturally be self-defeating! Anyway, you are also divorced, so it is normal for him to find a new love, isn't it?"

Wen Yan was silent for a while.

"Shang Qiaobai has indeed cheated." She emphasized again.

Yang Ping almost choked.

Wen Yan added another knife: "The relevant evidence, Shang Qiaobai's cheating partner, has been sent to me by email and text message."

Yang Ping: ...

"Do you want to watch it?" Wen Yan added another knife: "I can forward it to you."

The corner of Yang Ping's mouth on the other end of the phone was straight into a line.

She was about to say something.

Hearing Wen Yan stabbing his sword again, "You can also send a group message to the family mailbox."

(End of this chapter)