After the random killings in variety shows, the crazy beauties successfully got out of the circle

Chapter 70: Each has a ghost!divorce!
Yan Ziyun's eyelids trembled, his expression almost cracked.

"Do you know what you're going to say?"

Yan Guican put his hands on his knees, his demeanor was indifferent and cold.

"I know. Since my father wants my help, I only have this one condition. Others, don't talk about it."

Yan Ziyun's face was ugly, "An Ran is so kind to you? You want her to go?"

Yan Guican stretched out his finger and shook it, "You're wrong, it's not that I want her to go, the decision is yours."

Yan Ziyun's throat choked up, unable to speak.

Yan Guican glanced at the driver, "Stop."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing that Yan Ziyun hadn't spoken, he didn't dare to stop.

Yan Ziyun sighed deeply, and couldn't help asking, "How much inheritance did Grandpa give you?"

Yan Guican didn't hide it from him, and smiled, "It's a sky-high price that you can't even imagine, money and women, it depends on who you choose?"

After saying that, Yan Guican turned his head, "Stop the car, if you make a choice, tell me."

The driver glanced at Yan Ziyun, saw him nodding, and then pulled over to the side of the road.

Yan Guican opened the door and got out of the car, and left without looking back.

Yan Ziyun narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Guican's back, and he had some calculations in his heart.

Yujiang Villa.

Yan Ziyun told An Ran about this, An Ran's face turned pale instantly, and he was about to cry.

"Honey, do you want to divorce me?"

Yan Ziyun patted her on the back reassuringly, his eyes darkened.

"It's just a fake. As long as we get the inheritance, we will remarry immediately. The old man must have left her a lot of inheritance."

An Ran still had a bad premonition in his heart, always felt that as long as he left this villa this time, he would never come back again.

"Husband, it's only tens of millions. There are still some at home. I don't want to divorce you."

Yan Ziyun let go of her hand, looking serious.

"Xiao Ran, the old man gave her more than tens of millions!"

An Ran stared straight at Yan Ziyun, discouraged, and put her arms around his waist, in a corner she couldn't see, her eyes suddenly sank, and she smiled mockingly.

"My husband keeps his word."

After being married to Yan Ziyun for many years, didn't she already know what kind of character he is?What to expect?

Even the father who gave birth can be ignored, and he is expected to abandon money for her?
Time to think for yourself...

An Ran closed her eyes slightly.

"rest assured."

Seeing people compromise, Yan Ziyun could hardly restrain the smile on his face.

Early the next morning.

Wu Jifang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking tired.

"Miss, last night's pre-sale only sold one or two pieces of clothing."

The number of transactions hit a record low in Sihua.

"It's okay, just wait patiently. How is the production of ready-made garments at the manufacturer?"

Yan Guican picked up his backpack and went out.

"It will be finished in about a week or so."

"Okay, after that week, the offline clothing stores in various cities will open, and the staff this time can't be the same as last time."

Yan Guican hailed a taxi.

"Okay." Wu Jifang responded immediately.

Hang up the phone, the phone vibrated.

Yan Guican opened it, and it was a picture sent by Yan Ziyun.

The divorce agreement between him and An Ran.

Yan Guican twitched the corner of his mouth, not surprised.

It's just that I didn't expect Yan Ziyun's movements to be so fast...

The next second, Yan Ziyun called.

"Cancan, did you see it?"

Yan Guican hummed lightly, but his reaction was flat.

Yan Ziyun reminded softly, "When will you call the money?"

Yan Guican looked out the window and asked, "Has An Ran left the villa?"

Yan Ziyun patted the back of An Ran's hand beside him, silently comforting, "She has already left."

"What about Yan Xian?"

(End of this chapter)