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After Haoqi passed away, Dong Xiaoyun was in a bad mood, she had no intention of tidying up the housework, the items at home were messy, and the bags of milk and bread that had been piled up on the coffee table for several days looked extremely dazzling, so she hurriedly picked them up and put them in the kitchen.

A few apples that had just been warmed and washed were prominently placed in the fruit bowl, and she hurriedly put them away.

Her husband doesn't like to eat apples, he usually likes to eat dried fruits, and because he often doesn't come back, the family is not prepared at all, and she secretly complains about her carelessness.

Haoran saw his wife's guilty expression, busy movements, and had lived together for more than ten years, so he didn't understand her thoughts, and said magnanimously: "Xiaoyun, you don't have to be busy, sit down and talk to me for a few words......"

I haven't heard this call Dong Xiaoyun for a few years, and when she was newly married, her husband often called her like this. At that time, he had deep love in his eyes, but at this time he was cold and formulaic.

Even with such a tone, Dong Xiaoyun seemed to hear the sound of heaven, could it be that he had changed his mind? The mood suddenly became tense, and he sat on the chair opposite him nervously, and he could see her husband's expression clearly.

Haoran glanced at his wife, a person in his forties, still so simple and kind.

When his wife looked at him, he was also looking at each other, and the skin on her face was inelastic, with many fine wrinkles, as if she was malnourished with vegetables, and she saw that she was much older.

He thought of Tingting's delicate porcelain-like face, and the face in front of him full of vicissitudes couldn't arouse any interest.

Even though you should make it clear, shake off this package, and return to your comfort zone as soon as possible. The beautiful young and charming shadow must have made the chef prepare the food, and wait for him to go back and enjoy it.

Anyway, the eldest son is dead, and the younger son is still Gu.

He cleared his throat and said with a sense of confidence.

"Xiaoyun, we have been separated for a few years, and it should be a result. Qi'er is not here, give you 300,000 yuan and this house, and leave it for you to spend your old age in peace. ”

Her husband's kind words made Dong Xiaoyun feel warm in her heart, and she hadn't heard him talk to herself like this for a few years. Could it be that he saw that his life was miserable and changed his mind? She was still dreaming, but she didn't expect the other party's tone to turn cold, and the gift-like words made her listen to it very harshly.

"Husband, Qi'er is not here, you can't bear to leave me?"

"Since we don't have feelings, let's get together and disperse. I will not treat you badly. 300,000 is enough for you to spend, if the money is not enough, you can mention it, you can go to me if you have something, for the sake of husband and wife, I won't care......"

If you haven't been divorced and haven't gone home for a few years, what kind of relationship will there be between husband and wife after divorce.

Dong Xiaoyun's dream just now was shattered, thinking of his son's dream, and remembering Rou'er's concerned advice.

Her eyes turned pale, her heart was like water, and she turned her heart sideways: "Haoran, divorce is okay, I ask the court to make a fair ruling." You know your situation yourself. The de facto marriage has been created, and there are children, which are the parties at fault for the marriage, and I give priority to the marital property......"

Haoran thought that if he went out, his wife would be obedient. Unexpectedly, the other party was obviously instructed by the master, and a punch hit him on the seven inches. With her brain, she would never have thought of investigating his assets, and if he let the court decide, he would lose most of his money, and he would never be reconciled.

At any time, money comes first in his heart, and if he loses most of his assets in a divorce, it is better to kill him.

Listening to his wife say this, I can't help but pay attention to her words.

Now, since my wife has this idea, she must dispel her thoughts and divorce as soon as possible with the least amount of money.

Now I want women to obey unconditionally, which is nothing more than a carrot and a stick.

The carrot policy is obviously not good, and the other party will not be fooled by the rhetoric of self-deception.

Then come ruthlessly, thinking of this, he immediately carried it out.

"Snap ......" slapped him and took out a prepared document with a hideous face.

"Don't talk nonsense, this divorce agreement has to be signed, and if you don't sign it, you have to sign it." He roared past, but his heart felt weak.

Dong Xiaoyun felt pain on his face, and the fantasy just now became a beautiful soap bubble, which disappeared in an instant. Ignoring the burning pain on his face, he picked up the divorce agreement with trembling hands, and the divorce clause on it was the woman who came to humiliate her, and it was also the condition that her husband had just offered, 300,000 and the current housing.

In more than ten years of married life, Dong Xiaoyun has never said no, and she didn't come to the door when the other party had an affair. She hopes that her husband's conscience will find out and that one day he will change his mind.

That's why Haoran acted unscrupulously and didn't care about his wife's feelings.

In his mind, the other party is a dispensable person, and if it weren't for him giving birth to a son, he wouldn't have spoken to her with a pleasant face.

Now that he wants to divorce, the other party should accept it with low eyebrows. It's really boring to want to get your hands on his property.

To his surprise, Dong Xiaoyun remembered his son's indisputable gaze of hatred, and remembered Rou'er's words of Qi'er's advice in her dream. Anyway, Hao'er is dead, and she is not afraid to wear shoes barefoot, so she suddenly has the courage to resist.

"No ......"

She let out a terrible cry, as if she wanted to fight against fate. The air in the room suffocated her, and she opened the door and rushed out as if she was desperate for life.

Haoqi saw the scene just now, but he didn't expect his father to be so shameless.

Haoran stared blankly at the wide open door, his brow furrowed, and he took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it.

Seeing his father sitting in the house and not moving, Haoqi still cared about the relationship between father and son, since he was unkind, then teach him a lesson.

He hooked his fingers, flicked the smoking spark onto the other's clothes, and quickly drifted away to find tenderness.

Ten minutes passed, and his mental strength persevered to the limit, although he wanted to chase down his mother, who was out of control, and wanted to continue to repair his shameless father, he felt powerless.

He hurriedly floated back to his gentle sister, and said weakly: "Sister, my mother ran out just now, please help me find ......"

Hearing Haoqi's helpless tone and feeling his mentality, I hurriedly agreed: "Brother Hao, I'll go find it." Hurriedly locked the door and ran downstairs to find Hao's mother.

Besides, Haoran was smoking sullenly, and when he found that the cuffs of his suit were burning, he was so frightened that he hurriedly stood up, and just extinguished the flame on his clothes, and found that his pants were also burning inexplicably.

He slapped the flames on his body desperately, and finally extinguished the fire after a few minutes.

The suit burned a few holes, and the shirt inside also suffered. He angrily took off his tattered suit and shirt and tried to find a piece of clothing to wear, only to find that his clothes at home were either worn or thin.

In the past two years, he has made more and more money as the factory continues to expand.

His body shape changed, his beer belly bulged, and his whole body seemed to be blowing air.

The clothes at home are all from two years ago, not to mention the ugly style, and I found that I couldn't even fasten the buttons when I put them on.

But his wife was angry with him just now, and no one wanted to send someone to buy clothes. Today's image can't always call the little wife, wouldn't it be very faceless, so I had no choice but to change into short and old pajamas and call the secretary.

"Xiao Wang, you buy a set of underwear and underwear that I wear, and send it to Heping Road as soon as possible, my original home ......"

"Chairman, don't worry, I'll do it immediately, and I'll send it to you soon." Secretary Wang replied with sincere fear. He has been with the chairman for more than three years, and he knows the other party's family life. He wondered in his heart, why did the chairman go back to his wife's house? He didn't even have a change of clothes, and he was a little confused.

More than an hour passed, leaving more than a dozen cigarette butts on the ground, Haoran finally waited for Secretary Wang to send clothes, and he changed his clothes and left dissatisfied.

"Stinky bitch, it's really embarrassing ......"

Dong Xiaoyun hadn't come back yet, and Haoran muttered a few words and left.

As soon as he left, Dong Xiaoyun was found back by Gentleness with a lot of heart, and saw that the house was in a mess, and there were still sets of burnt inner and outer clothes on the ground. She wondered in her heart, seeing that the remains of the clothes belonged to her husband, how could his clothes be burned like this, could it be that an outsider came to the house, or that the woman came to the door again?

She felt bitter and hateful.

Or Hao'er is right, you must not give in anymore, you must bow your head to the other party.