Professor Wen, your little workman is sweet and wild

Jian Anran was very surprised: "Mom didn't know you went out so early?"

This room is only so big, logically speaking, even if Jian Anjie turned over, Yang Yahui could hear it.

Jian Anjie shook her head, "Mom went out earlier."

"The hospital requires that they be there at five o'clock for cleaning."

The People's Hospital where Yang Yahui worked and the No. [-] Primary School where Jian Anjie attended were obviously two streets away.

The mother and son should know all about each other's commutes to work and school, but they don't tell each other.

"Here we come, we come!" Yang Yahui came out with small steps, carrying a hot dish, "Hurry up and get something to cushion."

Jian Anjie jumped up from the sofa with a "chuckle", took out a stack of waste paper from nowhere, and quickly placed it on the small glass table.

Yang Yahui said "Oops" first, "This table is too small, Xiaojie, pull it out quickly, or your sister will have no place to sit."

The mother and son were busy before and after, and Jian Anran stood aside and even felt a little overwhelmed——

Usually at home, she would be asked to do such a second-hand job.

A total of five dishes were prepared, and it took Yang Yahui a long time to arrange all the dishes, "Come to eat! Have you two washed your hands?"

The surrounding environment is no longer the original environment, and this small apartment is not their home. It seems that things have changed, but the food cooked by Yang Yahui still tastes the same.

No unpleasant issues were mentioned at the dinner table, as if nothing had happened to them, the family had an unusual lunch together.

When clearing the table after eating, Yang Yahui easily pushed the table back to the wall.

When Jane Anran came home before, she always wanted to keep her to stay for one more night, but now their space is limited, the small room where they can see the head at a glance, they can no longer squeeze one more person.

Jian Anran and Jian Anjie were huddled together on the small sofa, and the programs on the TV were full of those contents. The same TV series was replayed after skipping several channels. Although it was too boring, Jane An Jie still decided to open a station randomly.

Yang Yahui brought a sliced ​​apple from the kitchen, "Come and eat."

……

Yang Yahui sat by the bed, while Jian Anran and Jian Anjie were still on the sofa. The three of them stared at the TV in unison. Yang Yahui tried a few times, but she didn't know how to speak.

She finally made up her mind: "An Ran, I plan to divorce your father."

Although Yang Yahui didn't mention a word, since she just came in, Jian Anran hasn't seen anything belonging to Jian Shaobo in the room, and there is no smell of smoke that makes her sick. There is probably something in her heart. It's over.

Just two months ago, Yang Yahui still had a glimmer of hope for Jian Shaobo.

After all, she was still burdened with loans and arrears, and Jian Shaobo repeatedly promised that he would repay the money.

"I have an account over there that is about to be paid back."

"Last year's shipment is about to be settled."

Such excuses once gave Yang Yahui a glimmer of hope.

Even though Jane Anran persuaded her many times before, she didn't have any plans to divorce until their house was finally auctioned off a month and a half ago.

The price of the foreclosure was much lower than the market price. The location of their house was good, and there was a supporting school district. Many buyers competed, and it was sold at auction soon.

Jian Shaobo stood with his hands on his hips the whole time, and watched Yang Yahui clean up the house by himself, clearing out all the things that had lived in the house for more than ten years.

All the necessities of life were moved to the three-bedroom and one-living room they temporarily rented, and the things they wanted were temporarily stored in the attic of Aunt Jian Anran's house, and most of the remaining things were thrown away by Yang Yahui.

Yang Yahui, who was used to doing things, didn't express any opinion on this, and she didn't even complain when Jian Shaobo scolded her when she shed a tear at the last moment of moving.

Jian Shaobo couldn't even get a penny for renting a house and living expenses, so Yang Yahui didn't say anything.

The fuse of the matter was the week when the house auction money came down.

After deducting the remaining part of their house mortgage in the bank, because it is common property, Yang Yahui can still get her own part of 30 yuan.

For their destitute family, this money can not only temporarily relieve the urgent need for living expenses, but can even repay part of their loans and deposits.

When Yang Yahui proposed, Jian Shaobo immediately agreed.

The mortgage of Yang Yahui's dowry shop in the old city was exactly 30 yuan, which was due in the coming April. Yang Yahui immediately said that she would use this money to repay the loan, which was just enough to keep their only property at present.

After Jian Shaobo took the money, there was no movement for a long time.It was only after Yang Yahui asked casually that Jian Shaobo not only failed to repay the store mortgage, but also used the money to repay his own online loan.

There is more than one debt on him, Jian Shaobo, who has long been the executor, has all his cards frozen.

"He himself is a bad debt that can't be saved!" When Yang Yahui said this, she was very calm, "What if he repays that online loan? Isn't the card still frozen? Isn't the money still the same? Owe?"

"But that money obviously belongs to me. If we pay off the store's mortgage, our family may have a chance to turn around."

"He just wants me to die with him!"

The last straw that crushed Yang Yahui was Jian Shaobo's extreme egoism.

Even directly abandoning the two-month rent deposit, Yang Yahui took Jian Anjie to move overnight.

Yang Yahui said immediately: "Didn't you say that a friend's sister is a lawyer? Can you ask her to help me sue for divorce?"

【When you think it's too late, it's the earliest time】

This sentence was originally posted by Jian Anran on her desk to encourage her to take the college entrance examination.

Originally, it has always been adhering to: this marriage has been married for 20 years, and two children have been born, can this marriage still be divorced or what?

Now Yang Yahui finally understands: No matter when, this marriage can be divorced.

"Your father refuses to divorce, so I just want to consult a lawyer." When Yang Yahui finished speaking, she seemed relieved.

Jian Anran was silent for a moment, "I'll ask the lawyer on Monday, and make an appointment then, maybe you have to ask for leave and come out and talk together."

Yang Yahui finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll come out after cleaning, and I usually have nothing to look for."

After telling out all the things that have been lingering in her heart for a long time, Yang Yahui began to chat with Jian Anran without saying a word.

"Linglingling——" Yang Yahui's cell phone vibrated a few times on the coffee table, and the caller displayed:
【Sister Li】

Jian Anran had seen this person before, she was from their hometown, and she used to live next to their old house. When she went back during Chinese New Year, she was very enthusiastic and often sent food to their house.

"Hello." The earpiece of Yang Yahui's mobile phone was very loud, and Jian Anran and Jian Anjie could hear it clearly.

"Xiao Yang, I heard Shaobo say that you are arguing to divorce him, is there such a thing?"