Chapter 197 Countdown to Disaster

Wen Qiang and Wang Xiaomei each held a divorce certificate in their hands and stood at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. The breeze of pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info is coming, and a few strands of hair in front of Wang Xiaomei's forehead are swaying in the wind. "Husband, you can say it now, why do you want to divorce me?"

"I've already said it, I'm in love with someone else, I'm cheating."

"You're lying, your neck is red every time you lie, and the fragrance of those sleeves is peachy, that's your least favorite smell, and you never use that scent. Why lie? ”

"Wang Xiaomei, it's because you think too much, I really have someone else in my heart, and I am very attentive." Wen Qiang took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, "See?" It's peach-flavored, and it tastes pretty good. I still have a lot of intimate photos of beautiful cuties in my phone, do you want to take a look? Wen Qiang flipped through the intimate photos of him and the night cuties on his phone to Wang Xiaomei, "Are you satisfied now?" I have a bigger bed photo here, would you like to take a look? ”

"Husband, no matter how much you stimulate me, I don't believe it. Since I dare to divorce you, it is enough to prove that I have already settled on your mind. You must have a hard time, a big hard time, I know your temper, so I can't go against you, I can't help you with the blood that is stuck in the knife all over your body, and sprinkle salt. Since you have chosen to do this, it proves that you have no way out, who are you? You're a real man, you're my God. Now that it's going to collapse today, you use your last strength to poke the sky into a hole, and you want to let me and Xin'er go, right? In order to protect me, in order to protect Xin'er, you have to sacrifice yourself. Husband, what happened? Please, tell me, you can't make me guess, I'm going to go crazy like this. Husband, maybe there is a way, I'll go to my godmother for help, she will definitely have a way. Husband, I beg you, I won't let you bear all this alone, woo woo! ”

Wen Qiang said to Wang Xiaomei with tears in his eyes: "Meimei, you must not go to your godmother, you must be obedient." Go back and live a good life, I'm gone. ”

"Husband, you come back, you come back, woo woo!"

The "Strong Fund" office of a poor college student aid foundation has two days left before the deadline for handing in the fine.

Tang Renfeng, the person in charge of the "Strong Fund", is a director of a charity federation, the chief financial officer of an entertainment company, and a certified public accountant. Slightly chubby and with slightly longer hair, he always likes to cover his forehead with his hair because of the scar on his forehead. He likes to wear black-rimmed glasses, and the whole look gives people a sense of simplicity. He volunteered to manage charitable funds for Wen Qiang's "Strong Fund". "Brother Qiang, you're here, I'll give you this quarter's financial statements and reporting materials."

"Renfeng, don't worry, sit down, I have something to tell you. I'll trouble you with the Foundation's affairs in the future, and I'll probably be away for a while. If I don't come back in a year, you can entrust my fund to the Charity Federation, and we are members of the Charity Federation anyway. ”

"Brother Qiang, are you going out?"

"Yes, I'm going to go on a long trip, so I'll leave it to you here. Oh, by the way, the aid plan for the 15 college students in Daliangshan in Sichuan and Tibet must be followed up as soon as possible, and if necessary, let Xiao Zhang personally go to the school and their hometown to find out the specific situation first, but pay attention to the working methods and not hurt their self-esteem. Also, the Foundation's affairs must be kept secret, and I'm leaving. Wen Qiang patted Tang Renfeng's shoulder with his hand, "It's hard work!" ”

"Brother Qiang, go slowly!"

In Wen Qiang's hometown, in front of his mother's tombstone, there is still one day before the deadline for paying the ticket.

Wen Qiang knelt in front of the tomb and said, "Mom, my son has come to see you, my son is not filial, and it may take a long time for my son to come to see you." Wen Qiang didn't dare to tell his mother about being in prison, because he was afraid that his mother would worry, even if his mother and him were separated from each other, Wen Qiang couldn't tell his mother, Wen Qiang could only bear all this silently alone.

Wenqiang Villa.

Wang Xiaomei: "No, I must save my husband." So Wang Xiaomei drove to TV Culture and Entertainment Company.

Secretary Xiaoma: "Mr. Lan, there is a lady who claims to be Wen Qiang's wife looking for you, and I can't stop you." ”

"Wang Xiaomei, why is she here? Let her in. Lan Yuxin sat with her back to Wang Xiaomei.

"Here, sit down!"

At this moment, Wang Xiaomei "pounced" and knelt on the ground, "I know you are Wen Qiang's boss, please save Wen Qiang, save him!" ”

"Wen Qiang, what's wrong with him? Didn't he take leave to stay at home with you? ”

"Wen Qiang forced me to divorce him, and said some strange things, Wen Qiang must have had an accident, please save him."

Lan Yuxin hurriedly turned around, "Wang Xiaomei, your husband divorced you, why did you come to me?" What does it matter to me if you divorce? ”

"Lan Yuxin! You are Wen Qiang's boss. Wang Xiaomei was surprised.

"Yes, I'm Wen Qiang's boss, he's my driver, such a partner is a good match, right? You just said that you are getting a divorce, why did you get divorced? ”

"Yuxin, I didn't blame you at all for coming today, I thought you knew about Wen Qiang. He's abnormal, something must have happened to him? Lan Yuxin hesitated for a moment and said, "You go back, I know." ”

"Yuxin, you are Wen Qiang's boss, you must save Wen Qiang, I beg you."

"Pony, send-off!" Wang Xiaomei left the president's office crying. Lan Yuxin picked up her mobile phone and dialed someone's number, "You check for me if Wenqiang has been entangled in lawsuits recently?" Check it out right away, I want to know as soon as possible. ”