Wen Qiong negotiated with the owner of the stationery store to come over on Friday night to help, and on Saturday and Sunday afternoons to pack a meal in the evening.

It happened to be Friday. Wen Qiong didn't go to the evening self-study after class, and rushed directly to the stationery store. happened to meet the boss eating and invited her to eat together.

Wen Qiong was grateful, ate a little, and got up to help.

The proprietress stuffed the last bite of food into her mouth, squatted beside Wen Qiong and asked, "Why did you come to work at such a young age?" ”

Wen Qiong put a stack of notepads on the cabinet, "I'm just a work-study." ”

The boss was behind the counter and laughed, "Work-study." ”

"Yo, work-study!" A lazy voice with a smile came from outside the door. Wen Qiong looked over, and Xiu Qingyan followed Meng Ling and Zeng Ming into the stationery store.

Wen Qiong didn't want to talk to them, so the proprietress stepped forward to receive them with a mouthful of oil, "What do you want to buy?" ”

Meng Ling grinned, and didn't go up directly to greet Wen Qiong, but just asked the proprietress if she wanted to sell female classmates?" ”

The proprietress glanced at him as if she was being teased, "My husband and I are the only ones in our store, and there are no female classmates." ”

"Isn't that right?" Meng Ling pointed at it, and his face was not serious.

Seeing Wen Qiong, the proprietress suddenly understood, "It turned out to be a classmate, okay, you talk, Wen Qiong, treat your classmate well." ”

Wen Qiong didn't raise her head, and continued to be busy with the things at hand, sorting out those notebooks.

A person squatted beside him, and as soon as Wen Qiong's notebook was put on the table, his slender hand reached over and picked up a copy. Xiu Qingyan asked softly, "Aren't you tired of squatting like this?" ”

"Not tired. Do you buy notebooks? Wen Qiong didn't look at him and continued to tidy up.

"Do you buy too much for a discount?" Xiu Qingyan flipped over and over with the notebook and looked at it, as if he could see a flower.

"I'm not the boss, it's useless for you to ask me." Wen Qiong stood up, her body was still in pain, and she shook her body so suddenly, but she quickly stood firm on the shelf. A hand was weakly lifted down by her waist, and when he saw that she was standing, he took it back without a trace.

Meng Ling leaned against the door and said with a smile to Zeng Ming: "Let's buy some notebooks, after all, we are classmates, take care of her business." ”

When Wen Qiong heard this, she turned her head to look at him, "Thank you." ”

Xiu Qingyan gritted his teeth, propped one hand on the top of her head, and said in a low voice, "I said buy, why didn't you say thank you?" ”

Wen Qiong was speechless for a while, she liked such a thing in her previous life? Middle two into this?

Wen Qiong bent down and passed through his arm, walked to the side to sort out the pens, some of the pens ran out of ink, and the students stuffed them back when they picked them, she was silently busy, and Xiu Qingyan's hand was still in the position just now, looking at her with a flickering expression.

However, these three people are not here to make trouble, and they really bought a lot of things, this care, the proprietress smiled, and patted Wen Qiong's shoulder, "Your classmate is quite generous." ”

Wen Qiong smiled.

Xiu Qingyan threw the bag containing stationery to Meng Ling, glanced at Wen Qiong again, and then turned to leave.

Meng Ling smiled and held up the bag, "Let's go, classmate Wen." ”

Wen Qiong waved her hand, watched them leave, and turned to continue to busy. Three hours is thirty yuan, and now it's almost eight o'clock, and there is still an hour, and if you don't get beaten when you go back, you can write another two hours of homework. Thinking of this, she quickened her pace.

It was dark outside, and the dim street lamps at the entrance of the school were cast, and the figures were elongated. Meng Ling threw the bag into the car and turned his head to look at Xiu Qingyan, "Are you interested in Wen Qiong?" ”

Xiu Qingyan had a cigarette in his mouth, and pressed the lighter with one hand to block the wind. He was silent for a moment, then replied uncertainly, "Maybe." ”

Zeng Ming's eyes widened, "! ”

Meng Ling smiled, "Didn't you hate people before?" ”

Xiu Qingyan took a puff of cigarette and said in an extraordinarily soft tone, "Who made her eyes so seductive." ”

Silent...... Eerie silence......

Meng Ling asked Zeng Ming: "Hook people?" ”

Zeng Ming spread his hands, "I don't feel it." ”

"Brother Yan is sick, and he is not lightly ill." Meng Ling concluded.

The three of them got into the car and drove away.

An hour later, Wen Qiong came out of the stationery store with the thirty yuan she earned today, it was past nine o'clock, the road was very quiet, the car was driving quickly, the guard room at the school gate was still on, and Wen Qiong pushed the bicycle and walked back.

She enjoyed her life as a student after being reborn, but the thought of going home to see the man made her afraid, and she was even more afraid that her mother would die before she could change the situation. Wen Qiong felt that the current days were simply heaven and hell during the day.

She waited downstairs for a while before walking slowly up, subconsciously touching the business card in her pocket, and then feeling that there was still hope for tomorrow.

Standing in front of the house, her cheek pressed against it, listening to the movement inside. There was no sound, and after waiting for a while, there was still no movement. This could mean that Wen Ling was not at home, and it could also be bad news, Shang Jing was knocked unconscious in the room.

Guessing wildly, as soon as Wen Qiong took out the key, the door opened from the inside, and it was Shang Jing who opened the door, and there was a hint of relief on her face.

"What about him?" Wen Qiong tiptoed to look in.

"There is something wrong with the factory, and I want him to help deliver a batch of goods, and it may take two or three days to come back." The corners of Shang Jing's mouth curled slightly, "I'll get you something to eat, I'm studying so late today." ”

Wen Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, her tense shoulders relaxed, and she sat down on the sofa. It was the first time she had sat on this couch so comfortably since she was reborn, and without that man, she and her mother would surely be better and better.

Shang Jing also seemed to be relaxed because Wen Ling was not at home, and when she brought Wen Qiong food, the smile on the corner of her mouth did not fall.

Wen Qiong saw her like this, put down the bowl she had just picked up, and grabbed Shang Jing's hand.

"What are you doing?" Shang Jing was stunned for a moment.

Wen Qiong dragged her into the bathroom, the two mothers and daughters stood in front of the mirror, Wen Qiong pointed to the woman in the mirror, "Mom, look, without him, you can be so happy." ”

Shang Jing in the mirror still has a shallow smile, her face seems to be glowing, she is only thirty-seven years old this year, she is still very young, and she is still beautiful and moving. She raised her hand and stroked her long hair, the silky strands of hair were shining with jet black, and then touched the wound at the corner of her eye, and suddenly, her tears overflowed her eyes, "Xiaoqiong, has my mother become ugly?" ”

Wen Qiong stepped forward and hugged her, "No, you're not ugly, not ugly at all, you will be more beautiful without him." ”

"Mom, divorce is not terrible, think about it, we will have a new life in the future, we can decorate our own home, don't worry about being afraid every day, and live the life we want to live, how good." Wen Qiong leaned on Shang Jing's shoulder, imagining the future.

These are things that she never dared to think of in her previous life, and she has never fantasized about having her own life. She went with the flow and obeyed Shang Jing's wishes, she had no dreams, not even thoughts, and would end up like that. In this life, she never wants to be planted in the hands of a man again, she knows what she wants, and she will work hard to achieve it.

Shang Jing is a typical housewife, she gave birth to Wen Qiong at the age of twenty, and has always been dependent on Wen Ling to survive, and never knew how to write the word independence. Now that her daughter said this, she also heard some longing.

Wen Qiong was happy when she saw her shaken. The divorce must be firm, otherwise, as soon as Wen Ling raises his hand, he can beat Shang Jing back to the prototype, if he is replaced by himself in his previous life, it is estimated that he will still end up in a tragic end, because they are too timid, too timid to resist fate.

Coming out of the bathroom, Wen Qiong took out a business card and handed it to Shang Jing.

Shang Jing was surprised at first glance, "Lawyer? ”

"That's right, lawyer, you need a lawyer for divorce. Mom, you don't need to come forward, the lawyer is very professional and good at handling divorce cases, let the lawyer arrange it for us, and you can divorce him smoothly. ”

"Really?" Shang Jing couldn't believe it.

"Really."

"So, that's going to cost a lot of money, isn't it?" Shang Jingxiu's eyebrows furrowed, she couldn't do anything without money. Although she didn't understand, she also knew that it would take money to hire a lawyer.

Wen Qiong persuaded: "Don't worry about money, there are cheap lawyers, the most important thing is that we consult first, and then talk about the rest." Wasn't he absent for the past two days? We just had access to a lawyer. ”

"Hmm." Shang Jing nodded.

"I'll call the lawyer and ask him to make an appointment tomorrow morning," Wen said. ”

"Okay."

Wen Qiong picked up Shang Jing's key mobile phone and dialed the number on the business card, and someone on the other end quickly answered, and Wen Qiong only reported her name.

The lawyer on the other end of the phone smiled: "I know, you have already told me." When you are free, we will meet, and it is better to bring your mother with you. ”

"Tomorrow, tomorrow morning, do you have time?" Wen Qiong has to go to work in the afternoon.

"Yes, we'll see you at Qingyun Coffee, at ten o'clock in the morning, near your school, can you see it?"

"Yes, yes, thank you."

"You're welcome."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Qiong's heart was still pounding because of the anxiety just now, it was so smooth.

Shang Jing was also surprised when she heard that the other party readily agreed, "It must be your head teacher who said hello to others." ”

Wen Qiong nodded, thinking of Teacher Wu's face. In her previous life, until she graduated, she couldn't forget Mr. Wu's disgusted eyes. I didn't expect that in this life, he would be so helpful. Sure enough, there is no absolute good or bad in people, and they can't be too one-sided.

She was very excited, and Shang Jing estimated that too. In the middle of the night, Shang Jing was still walking around the living room, going to the mirror from time to time to take a look at herself. She endured it so long that she forgot that she had once been a beautiful woman.

Early Saturday morning, when a call came from home, Wen Qiong lay in the bed, listening to Shang Jing outside to thank her vigorously, she rubbed her forehead and sat up.

The door was pushed open by Shang Jing, and she smiled, "Your head teacher is really a good person, he just called and said that he would go with us to see the lawyer later." ”

"Really?"

"Really." Shang Jing came in, sat on the bed, and took Wen Qiong's hand, "Why are your head teacher so good?" ”

"Our teachers are very good." Wen Qiong leaned on the head of the bed and said in a daze.

Shang Jing smiled, "I met your homeroom teacher at the parent-teacher meeting before, and he didn't like you very much, I felt very guilty at the time, and I felt that I didn't teach you well." ”

Wen Qiong also laughed and didn't say anything.

After breakfast, Wen Qiong changed a set of clothes, her clothes were pitiful, and she could only see school uniforms in the wardrobe, and the usual two or three sets of clothes were crowded in the corner, almost no wear. Unlike those female classmates in the class, she didn't have a beautiful skirt, only a T-shirt and jeans, and she was a little white, and the color of the clothes was quite ugly, yellow and green, except for a white T-shirt that was slightly better.

Wen Qiong chose this one without hesitation, put on jeans, tied her hair up, and walked out of the room. When she arrived in the living room, she was stunned, leaned against the door and laughed.

Shang Jing wore a black skirt that she hadn't worn for a long time, which made her skin fairer and more tender, and she also wore lipstick, which was obviously carefully dressed.

"Laughing at what?" Shang Jing glared at Wen Qiong.

"Beautiful." Wen Qiong looked up and down.

Shang Jing's cheeks were slightly red, "It's good-looking, can't you wear it like this when you see people?" ”

Having said that, Shang Jing still ran to the mirror again, straightened her hair, smoothed her skirt, and stared at herself in the mirror without blinking.

Wen Qiong stood behind her, her eyes sour.