"Do you think I don't?" Leng Yifan glanced at him, his face full of my very stylish expression, "But someone's wine is really-"

"What are you kidding, I'm very good at drinking!" Zeng Xiaojin said with a blank face.

"Okay?" Leng Yifan laughed, "You cried so much that you had a handful of snot and tears, and you hugged my legs while undressing and begged me to marry you, do you have to make any notes!"

Zeng Xiaojin was anxious and ashamed, "Then you agree?"

"Why not?" Leng Dashao said very naturally, "It's Rose Valentine's Day, of course, the gifts sent to the door must be accepted in full, this is a virtue, wife!"

"What about you...... I...... We've ...... something?"Zeng Xiaojin felt that her world had collapsed, at least she still had a little hope before, but she didn't expect it...... Sheep in the mouth of the tiger!

"Otherwise, you should be a young grandmother shouting in vain?" Leng Dashao lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly.

"Young grandmother, let's sign the agreement obediently. Ah Liang handed the pen and the marriage agreement to Zeng Xiaojin.

Zeng Xiaojin's bull temper suddenly came up, "That's what it's like, anyway, you're so handsome and so good, you're at a loss...... It's not me! Anyway, this young grandmother, I don't deserve it!"

Leng Yifan nodded, if a woman is thick-skinned, it is really beyond people's reach, but it's a pity - "Young grandma, you have already been!"

"What you decide privately doesn't count!" Zeng Xiaojin argued.

"Does that matter what the law decides?" As soon as Leng Yifan stretched out his finger, Ah Liang showed out two shiny red books, with three gilded characters on them - marriage certificate. When the book was opened, Zeng Xiaojin saw her name clearly printed on it at a glance, and a photo of her and Leng Dashao was also pasted! Damn, why does she look so ugly?

"You can't read German, you can always understand your native language, right?" After Leng Yifan's words were finished, Zeng Xiaojin pounced on him to grab the marriage certificate. How could Ah Liang let her succeed, her hands were still empty, and Ah Liang had already put away the marriage certificate.

Zeng Xiaojin was so angry that he stomped his feet. Leng Yifan curled the corners of his lips, "Accept your fate!"

Zeng Xiaojin cried, "That's what I signed when I was drunk, I didn't do it voluntarily, it doesn't count!"

"Oh?" Leng Yifan shrugged, "How do you prove that you didn't do it voluntarily at the time?"

"I ......" Zeng Xiaojin paused.

"Young grandmother, after receiving the certificate, the marriage is over. Ah Liang quickly mended the knife.

Zeng Xiaojin was so angry that he almost turned his back on it, "Okay, okay, we are divorced now, I don't want to live with you, divorce is always okay, right?"

Leng Yifan nodded, "Yes, but-"

Zeng Xiaojin was annoyed, "If you have something to say, you can finish it at once." ”

Leng Yifan said slowly: "Shouldn't you settle accounts and divide property when you get divorced?"

Zeng Xiaojin waved his hand, "No need, I don't want any of your property." ”

Leng Yifan smiled: "That was originally my pre-marital property, and you can't get it if you want it." ”

Zeng Xiaojin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "What kind of account is that?"

"You owe me an account, shouldn't you settle it well?" Leng Yifan poured himself a glass of wine and moistened his somewhat dry throat.

"I don't know you, how can I owe you anything?" Zeng Xiaojin thought to himself, don't fool me, my math is not taught by the physical education teacher!

Leng Yifan picked up the wine glass and swallowed the wine in a dashing manner. This man is simply 360 degrees without dead ends, and every action can be used as a magazine cover. Zeng Xiaojin was stunned for a moment, spending a good night with such a man, she didn't suffer a loss, she should have taken a big advantage, right?

"Look!" Ah Liang obviously didn't like Zeng Xiaojin's eyes that Zeng Xiaojin couldn't help revealing to his young master, and swung a set of stinky, stained, and torn suits to the sofa in front of Zeng Xiaojin.

"Oh, it's disgusting, it stinks, what are you doing with this?" Zeng Xiaojin took a few steps back.

"This is the young master's coat, you vomit a mess, and tear it like this with your claws, you should pay for it!" Ah Liang's tone was very tough.

Zeng Xiaojin looked at her cleanly cut nails weakly, this lethality also jumped too fast, right? Alas, she really can do anything after drinking!

Evil alcohol! Resentment, curse, hatred!

She now completely believes the words of the old man of her family, if she becomes a spy like this, she doesn't even need torture tools, two cups of yellow soup are poured, and even the eighteen generations of her ancestors have been recruited, and they are sold cleanly and thoroughly!

"How much is it? I will pay you for it!" Zeng Xiaojin looked arrogant, isn't it just a set of torn suits? As for selling his body and marriage?

"Compensation?" Ah Liang laughed, "This suit is H.Hu from one of the most expensive tailor shops on Savile Row in England

t**a

Custom-made for £7,000!"

Damn! Zeng Xiaojin almost jumped up from the sofa!

A suit costs nearly 70,000 yuan? She doesn't have a salary of 70,000 yuan a year! Zeng Xiaojin hates it, it's great to be rich? If she has money, she has nothing to do to wear such expensive clothes! How can she afford to pay it?