After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

"Lu Yao, you can't borrow it!" Fu Xuezi was determined, "the bank won't lend you money, you don't have a house to sell, and your friends are poor, two million dollars. Where did you get it?"

"Do you think he cares about your relationship with Shao Yunchen? Oh, I'm afraid you've noticed it yourself. If he cares about you, he won't get married for so many years and won't take you to the company to meet his colleagues. "

Fu Xuezi smiled and continued, "it's ridiculous. I've been in the company for more than a year, but everyone doesn't know that Shao Yunchen is married. Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

It was this simple sentence that defeated the fortress in Lu Yao's heart.

Funny, why not?

It was a joke since she married Shao Yunchen. There was no wedding, only one marriage certificate and the contract he made, and she even married like this.

"Lu Yao, stop deceiving yourself and others." Fu Xuezi took two steps forward, looked down and had an arrogant attitude: "Shao Yunchen doesn't love you, and there is more than a little gap between you and him."

Lu Yao looked up at Fu Xuezi: "when were you together and lived together?"

Fu Xuezi didn't expect Lu Yao to ask this. She was stunned, but she didn't say anything. She seemed to push everything to Lu Yao, depending on what Lu Yao thought.

Lu Yao smiled, probably understood, took out the note held by Fu Xuezi, folded it and tore it.

She folded the money three times and tore it up. She threw it at Fu Xuezi. Her voice was soft: "marriage, I will leave Shao Yunchen, but keep the money yourself."

Lu Yao bumped her with her shoulder and strode away.

No matter how well she was educated, Fu Xuezi was embarrassed and shouted to Lu Yao, "you really don't know what's good or bad!"

Lu Yao ignored it.

After sending Lu's mother back to her residence, the lawyer called and asked Lu Yao if she had raised the money. The trial would begin in a few days. Lu Yao said that she would hang up as soon as possible and sigh.

She really regretted. She knew she would tear the check less proudly. Anyway, she and Shao Yunchen are going to divorce. What's wrong with taking Fu Xuezi's two million yuan in vain?

Lu's mother carefully asked, "Yao Yao, is the lawyer urging?"

"It's all right. I can solve it." Lu Yao smiled and reassured Lu's mother, "will you help me clean up my clothes, I'll go out to buy vegetables and come back to cook dinner for you?"

"Yao Yao, don't be too embarrassed. There's really no way. Your father should spend more years in prison, but your mother is only your daughter. She doesn't want you to have a bad life."

"Mom, don't worry, I have discretion."

Lu Yao repeatedly promised not to do anything stupid, which calmed Lu's mother.

After going out, he took out a business card from his pocket and dialed it with his mobile phone: "senior brother, do you have time?"

Lu Yao arrived at the agreed cafe in less than ten minutes and came to the southeast.

He also held a pink carved little Lori in his arms, about four or five years old, soft and particularly cute.

After sitting down to the southeast, he said with a helpless smile: "sorry, Tiantian was a little emotional in the afternoon. I went to the kindergarten to pick it up. There was a traffic jam on the road."

"Nothing." Lu Yao looked at little Lori. "Your daughter is very cute."

Tiantian seems a little afraid of strangers. She has been hiding in xiangdongnan's arms. When she asks her to shout to the southeast, she also pinches her unwillingness. She only occasionally looks at Lu Yao with her round eyes.

Lu Yao looked at it with envy.

She had just married Shao Yunchen. Every time she saw someone holding a child in their hands, she was particularly envious, and then racked her brains to find ways, such as poking a hole in the condom, or sinking Shao Yunchen drinking wine to seduce him, trying to have a child by accident.

Shao Yunchen was smarter than she thought. He would expose as many things as she did and let her stop fooling around. He said he wouldn't have children in four years.

Isn't it? Not in four years. They'll divorce in four years.