my Mr. Ruffian

Chapter 39 Divorce is just a piece of paper
Cheng Xiao also sat in the living room in a daze for a while, then picked up the warm water cup, put the medicine in his mouth, and swallowed it.

Early the next morning, she went to a real estate agency to inquire about houses, and went to several houses in a row, but none of them were suitable.

In fact, as long as you tell the elders of the Jiang family about this, not only will Jiang Yingjing not be able to get the house, but she will also have a lot of alimony.

But she was unwilling, marrying Jiang Yingjing, she never went for their family's property.She stubbornly wants to separate everything from him in this clean way.

I left a phone number at the real estate agency, found a place to eat a bowl of beef brisket noodles, and took a car to my previous home to get clothes.

When I left, I just wanted to separate from each other and calm down. I didn't expect this kind of ending, so I didn't bring a few clothes.

There is no change in the house, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated in the entrance hall.Jiang Yingjing didn't know that he hadn't been back for a few days.

The corner of Cheng Xiaoye's mouth was slightly bitter, that's right, there is no shortage of real estate under his name, of course it is impossible to live in this house anymore.

Entering the bedroom, she packed her own clothes from the closet, put the small box pretending to be a ring on the bedside, and threw her toiletries in the bathroom into the trash can before unscrewing the suitcase and leaving.

She didn't take any of the expensive clothes that Jiang Yingjing brushed for her on a whim.

As soon as she walked out of the community, she saw Jiang Yingjing's car entering the parking lot, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is over, the difference is just a piece of paper.

When she was screwing her things downstairs, she walked to the convenience store in front of her by a ghost, and took three bottles of Erguotou with the highest alcohol content.

When Cheng Xiaoye woke up the next day, it was already eight o'clock.The headache was so severe that she even forgot how she climbed into bed last night.

Rubbing his sore forehead and walking to the living room, the messy living room turned out to be clean.The wine bottles were thrown into the trash can, the leftovers were also thrown out, and the kitchen was also cleaned up.

Of course, there will be no snail girls in this world.Cheng Xiao also stood at the door of the kitchen, dazed for a while before going to wash up.

When they arrived at the gate of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Jiang Yingjing had already arrived.Seeing Cheng Xiaoye, the corner of his mouth curled into a hint of sarcasm, he looked Cheng Xiaoye from top to bottom, played with the car keys in his hand, and said with a half-smile: "Have you found the house yet?"

"No, I'm looking for it, and I'll move out as soon as possible." Cheng Xiao was neither humble nor overbearing, with a calm tone.

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Yingjing's face suddenly turned cold, and he said two good times with a sneer, and without looking at Cheng Xiaoye again, he walked into the hall with a cold face.

If it wasn't for the tight repression in his heart, Cheng Xiao would also wonder if he had reached menopause.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard that I was going to divorce. The 27-year-old female clerk looked at Cheng Xiaoye with sympathy, as if Jiang Yingjing's divorce from her had long been expected.

That's right, Mr. Jiang exudes nobility all over his body.And Cheng Xiaoye, from head to toe, interprets the term "dirty wife" everywhere.Even if she was sold, it wouldn't be worth a tie.

The female clerk asked through the motions if she had made up her mind, and then quickly changed the red book to green.Marriage has to go through countless tedious tasks, but divorce is just a piece of paper, nothing more.

(End of this chapter)