Wife contract has expired: want to remarry, no way!

A year ago, if it weren't for Tang Wanliang, Vivian wouldn't have fallen from upstairs and her legs were paralyzed. She had to be sent abroad for treatment!

Finally, the man released her bit by bit.

Tang Wanliang slid down the wall and squatted on the floor. His nose was sore and his heart was blocked——

The name Su Weian is not only a thorn in Han Jingchu's heart, but also a thorn in Tang Wanliang's heart!

Even if the other party has left Jiangcheng for a year, she is still haunted and always in the marriage between Han Jingchu and Tang Wanliang.

"Yes, Han Jingchu, in your eyes, I am so unbearable and shameless. Your Su Weian is the fairy in the sky, flawless... Are you satisfied..."

The woman held her arms tightly and roared at Han Jingchu.

"You're right. You and Ann have no comparability at all. When Ann comes back, the first thing I do is kick you out of the Han family. You don't deserve Mrs. Han's position!"

Han Jingchu looked at Tang Wanliang condescensively. His heart pulled hard. He left his words, opened his long legs, strode out and slammed the door.

Hearing the door slam shut, Tang Wanliang's heart finally fell down.

Squat in the corner and bury your face deep into your arms.

I don't know how long later, the mobile phone in my pocket vibrated.

Tang Wanliang raised her head, slowly took out her mobile phone from her pocket and took a look at the mobile phone screen. It was his mother he Yuanyi.

He took a deep breath and made sure that his voice was no longer choking. Tang Wanliang pressed the answer button, "hello..."

"Wan Liang, you must help your brother..." he Yuanyi's anxious voice came from the microphone.

"Mom... Don't worry, what happened?" Tang Wanliang frowned, and an uneasy premonition rose in her heart.

"Your brother, that bastard, stole $6 million from the company and learned from others to invest. He lost all his money. Now he has been found by your grandfather. Your grandfather keeps shouting to kill your brother!" He Yuanyi flushed her eyes and burst into tears.

"Brother, he......" Tang Wanliang sighed. Over the years, which time is not like this? Every time her brother did something wrong, she went to deal with the aftermath for him in person.

"Wan Liang, you must help your brother. Go and ask Jing Chu to give you six million, okay? The Han family is so rich that you have married Jingchu again. He won't help you... "He Yuanyi prayed.

Tang Wanliang frowned more tightly and said helplessly, "Mom... You don't know that my marriage with Han Jingchu is just nominal. It's no use asking me to beg him... He won't promise..."

She didn't do such a thing. Once, she was not completely humiliated by Han Jingchu.

"Wan Liang, what do you mean? Are you going to die for your brother? Now that you have married into a rich family, you just ignore our families, don't you? " He Yuanyi's voice suddenly became sharp at the next moment.

"Mom... I don't mean that... Han Jingchu told him..." Tang Wanliang quickly explained.

Before she finished her words, she was directly cut off by he Yuanyi's angry voice, "don't call me mom... You're not my own daughter at all. In those years, if I hadn't seen you poor and adopted you into the Tang family, you would have been tortured to death by the alcoholic adoptive father!"

The other party's words, like a whip full of thorns, severely whipped Tang Wanliang's face and hurt like bone and skin.

Yes, she is not the real daughter of the Tang family at all. The real daughter of the Tang family disappeared as early as 15 years ago.

And she is just a poor bastard and a fake in the orphanage.

If it hadn't been for the help of the Tang family, she might have been tortured to death by the alcoholic who adopted her.

"Mom... I know what to do." Tang Wan finished with a cold face and hung up directly.

She must repay the kindness of the Tang family.

As a last resort, she had to choose to ask for someone.

Tang Wanliang looked around the apartment and finally found the internship certificate crumpled into a ball in the trash can next to the sofa.

She sucked her nose, picked up the internship certificate with her bare hand, and flattened its folds bit by bit.

Han Jingchu must hate her very much——

In the year of marriage, several times, her important things were lost, and finally she found them in the trash can.

Perhaps in Han Jingchu's heart and eyes, I hope to be the first to pack her and throw her into the dustbin!