The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy

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Could he raise his eyebrows slightly, leaning on the bed and watching the man over the video.

"You may need to go to Jiayin Real Estate." Qian Yikun said in a deep voice, because he is a public officer, so there is no way to accompany him abroad.

It was unexpected that he would say this to himself, so after Qian Yikun really said it, she didn't react much, just thought that this man was really attentive to his own affairs.

"President Liu is always quick and accurate, so you better find the designer you are looking for in front of him."

This matter, the eldest brother also told her.

But he still wanted to hear him.

"I'm talking to you, haven't you heard it?" Qian Yikun watched as if he had been staring at himself for not talking, frowned, was this a fool?

"Listen, listen, what are you excited about?" Could it be said, looking at the video over there and wished to drill down to the man who beat her up, "I'll pass by tomorrow afternoon."

"What about your uncle and your grandma?" Qian Yikun is helping her find a way.

"Did I let you catch Ding Junchi for fun?" She sneered, she never did useless work.

Qian Yikun paused for a moment, and looked at Mo Fei's eyes deeper.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep, is there something wrong?" Could it be that Qian Yikun understood that the good show would only go online tomorrow, and I'm not in a hurry now.

At this time, in Ding Hao's home, Ding Junchi was still calling to ask his sister why he had not found the official seal. If he could not find the official seal, he would be beaten to death by the debtor sooner or later.

"I said, the second uncle's study does not have an official seal. If you don't believe it, you can come and find it yourself." Ding Jiaqi was scared by Mo Fei today. At this time, he still had a lingering fear in his heart, and his big brother said so, It exploded in a moment.

Ding Junchi heard her sister complaining and said angrily: "Where can the official seal not be at the second uncle's house?"

"How do I know?" Ding Jiaqi made a louder voice. "You don't believe me, you don't believe me. You can find it yourself." Ding Jiaqi said, and hung up the phone with a snap.

Ding Junchi was hung up by his sister's mobile phone, and his face instantly became black.

Since his sister couldn't get the official seal, he could only get it himself, but before that, he wanted to make it impossible for even the company to stay.

Ding Junchi thought, a vicious smile appeared on his face.

The day is bright, which is a normal day and an abnormal day.

For example, Ding's door was splashed with black dog blood.

When he arrived at the company, everything at the door had not been packed up, and many people were watching around the door.

The Ding Group originally rented a few floors of an office building. In addition to the Ding Group, there are other companies in this office building, so many people came over.

The vice president's face directly became a black pot sticker.

Could it take a step back to avoid the black dog blood sticking to her feet.

"President, this is a company, not a triad. I also ask the president not to bring his personal grievances to the company." Vice President Shen Sheng said, only because he received a video in the morning, which was a scene of fighting.

Therefore, the deputy general decided that it was trouble outside.

Could it be to look at the black face of the vice president, "Me?"

It's really weird.

"It's not who you are, you're the president, and I shouldn't say anything, but since you came, this company hasn't been any better." The vice president said, obviously it was not recognized by Mo Fei.

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