I dream of marrying her

Chapter 37 The first day when I wanted to divorce

The air conditioner in Mr. President's luxury car is very cool. It can be seen that the boss is finally willing to turn on the air conditioner.

However, the clothes on her body were already mostly wet because of the rain.

When the air-conditioning wind blows, it is indeed quite cold.

She shrank her neck and leaned against the back of the chair again, trying to absorb some warmth.

At this time, Jiang Yunjuan ordered, "Old He, turn off the air conditioner."

Wen Qing was startled, tilted his head and looked at Jiang Yunjuan with some emotion.

Does Ba always turn off the air conditioner because he is afraid of being cold?

Jiang Yunjuan glanced at her, paused, and explained, "The air conditioner costs money and saves costs."

Wen Qing nodded: "Yeah, thrift is a virtue, and I admire your way of saving money the most."

Jiang Yunjuan didn't squint, looked forward, and stopped talking.

In fact, even Wen Qing himself felt quite boring, no matter what time it was, he was still making up his mind.

As for it?

However, she is about to divorce the boss, and she will never see each other again. Because of this oolong rainy night murder and madness incident, the president rushed all the way to the Shibei District Police Station in the rain Finding people is already embarrassing enough.

The emotions in my heart were a little complicated for a while.

The most nonsensical thing is that the CEO has been suspecting that she is ill even today.

And her tone at the police station just now——Wen Qing, are you sick again?

Why did she add "again"?

It sounded like she was having an illness, like a regular occurrence.

The CEO is getting used to her getting sick every now and then?

It's worth it.

Just when she was thinking wildly, the President turned his head and looked at her drenched clothes, his expression began to become a little impatient.

The CEO frowned and asked her, "Why don't you take an umbrella when you go out?"

The CEO's tone was very bad, he was full of questioning and blaming.

Wen Qing didn't want to talk to her a little bit.

Of course, she could have taken the opportunity to sell the misery to the President, so she told the President explicitly that their family was too poor to even afford an umbrella, and asked the President if he could help her.

But the CEO has also made it clear that if she gets divorced, she won't get a dime, which shows that the CEO's heart is too cold and unpredictable, and it is obviously meaningless for her to sell her miserably.

Seeing that she was silent, Jiang Yunjuan asked her again after a while, "Are you trying to say that you can hardly afford an umbrella now?"

Wen Qing: "..."

???

Why did Mr. President become smarter today?

Raising her head in surprise, she looked at the wise and mighty CEO, and asked her, "Jiang Yunjuan...how, how did you know? Then, can you give me a small umbrella made of pure gold?"

Jiang Yunjuan sized her up for a moment, then refused indifferently, "No."

Wen Qing: "..."

"Besides..." Jiang Yunjuan paused, then looked at her and said, "Even if I want to give it to you, it's not for you."

The corner of Wen Qing's mouth twitched.

Well, Jiang Yunjuan really thought of her as Marysu again.

What a damn misunderstanding! !

Wen Qing could only continue to ask her tentatively: "Then you said you don't want to give it to me, do you mean you can give it to Wen Qing? If that's the case, I can call her out right now..."

Jiang Yunjuan stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled with the corners of his lips curled up.

Wen Qing's hair was straightened by her laugh.

Just talk when you talk, what does it mean to look at me and smile like this?

At this moment, Jiang Yunjuan asked her, "Are you sleepy?"

Wen Qing blinked and shook her head: "It's okay... But there is one thing, it's not particularly sleepy."

Jiang Yunjuan nodded: "Then let's sleep for a while."

"Well, okay..." She was stunned for a moment, and then asked her again: "What do you mean? Suddenly urging me to sleep?"

Jiang Yunjuan said softly, "There is everything in the dream."

Wen Qing: "..."

What?

Depend on! !

Can Jiang Yunjuan still be an individual? ?

It turns out.

The degree of stinginess of Mrs. President will not be transferred according to whether she is Wen Qing or Mary Su.

In other words, maybe for the CEO, it is still possible to joke with Mary Sue, say some Internet buzzwords, and even let go of the burden of being a boss in a short time.

But in front of Wen Qing, she was only indifferent and speechless.

Oh shit.

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Yunjuan is really a hypocritical scumbag.

Is it better to be an outsider to Mary Sue than to my wife?

What the CEO said today gave her almost a new idea to update Chapter 2 of "The Rich and Abandoned Wife" tonight.

Ten minutes later, the luxurious president's car stopped near an intersection. This place was a little strange, and she rarely came here before.

Jiang Yunjuan had already got out of the car, holding a black umbrella in his hand, and stood there waiting for her to get off.

Wen Qing looked out the car window, and saw a group of people waiting for the rain at the subway entrance ahead, many cars at the intersection waiting for the red light, and pedestrians coming and going in a hurry.

Seeing that she didn't get out of the car, Jiang Yunjuan took a few steps towards the door, leaning the umbrella slightly towards the rear door.

"Wen Qing, get out of the car." Jiang Yunjuan tapped on the window lightly.

When Wen Qing got out of the car, Jiang Yunjuan's umbrella just covered her head, blocking the rain from the sky.

The wind outside the car was a bit strong, and the humidity was heavy. The clothes on her body were not dry in the first place, and she almost froze to death when the wind blew.

Jiang Yunjuan said in a low voice.

"Let's go."

Wen Qing was stunned: "It's all over, where are you going?"

"Take you to see the clothes."

The President looked at the shopping mall not far away, and said so.

Wen Qing was startled again: "You want to buy me clothes?"

Jiang Yunjuan raised his eyebrows and walked forward first.

Wen Qing hurriedly followed her and hid under her umbrella for fear of being drenched by the rain. He chased her and asked, "Jiang Yunjuan, is what you said true? Do you really want to buy me clothes?"

Jiang Yunjuan stopped and looked at her with a half-smile: "In your heart, am I quite stingy?"

Being told by Jiang Yunjuan in person made Wen Qing a little embarrassed, and quickly denied it: "Absolutely not!"

Jiang Yunjuan paused and said, "I bought this for Wen Qing, not for you."

Wen Qing quickly said: "Actually, have you ever thought about it? The reason why I became her sub-personality is that maybe I am what she desires in her heart."

Jiang Yunjuan looked down at her: "What do you mean?"

Wen Qing blinked: "Perhaps she only longs for money in her heart, and what she admires most is the power of money. If you can give her more money, she should be very grateful to you, and she will be happier when she divorces you, otherwise A weak woman with a fragile heart like her might commit suicide because she can't think about divorcing you."

Jiang Yunjuan pondered for a moment, then asked her: "You mean, Wen Qing's heart is the same as yours?"

Wen Qing said, "That's what it means. For example, it's better to send a huge sum of money to ask for warmth. If you buy clothes or something, it's better to transfer money to her bank card."

Jiang Yunjuan nodded: "Oh, so that's the case."

Wen Qing also nodded: "Yes, yes, that's it, so how much do you plan to give Wen Qing, Mr. Ba? After all, I am also worried that after she divorces you, she will commit suicide because she is too poor, and maybe she will go back. All kinds of things entangle you and affect your new life."

Jiang Yunjuan looked at her and shook his head: "But what I saw Wen Qing before was not like this."

"..."

After being silent for a long time, Wen Qing finally couldn't help asking her: "Then what kind of Wen Qing do you know? Is it very different from me?"

Jiang Yunjuan nodded: "Well, it's very big."

Wen Qing asked, "How big is it?"

Jiang Yunjuan stroked his chin, and thought about it carefully before answering her: "She used to be a person who never cared about money."

Wen Qing: "..."

Then she is not a person, thank you.

It was her who made too much character back then, it was her brain damage, thank you! !

The sadness in my heart was a little unspeakable for a while.

Don't ask, I'm very sorry to ask.

Wen Qing followed Jiang Yunjuan into the shopping mall, and she didn't really want to talk to Jiang Yunjuan along the way.

In fact, sometimes, when a woman says she doesn't want it, in general she does.

For example, if she said that she doesn't love money, she must love money very much in her heart.

Why doesn't a straight girl like Boss understand?

Besides, where in this world is there anyone who is really noble? Some people keep saying that they are for love and for their dreams, after all, isn’t it all for cash?

Of course, it is not ruled out that some people really think that way, but in an impetuous society, those who are not for money or utilitarianism are obviously still in the minority.

She really admires and respects people like that, and she appreciates their attitude.

But it will never be them.

Five minutes later, Wen Qing looked at the clothes in front of the fitting mirror.

She was so cold that she walked into a sports brand store casually, and the total cost of a suit was only 2000 yuan.

I chose a bright red, pure cotton long-sleeved trousers, and wrapped myself tightly.

She looked back at Jiang Yunjuan who was standing aside, and asked her intentionally, "Does it look good?"

After all, she used to wear the dignified airs of a wealthy wife, and she would never wear such things.

Jiang Yunjuan nodded: "Sure, as long as she likes it."

Wen Qing smiled: "I like it anyway, I don't know if she likes it or not."

Jiang Yunjuan said with a cold face: "Then change to another one."

Just such a few short conversations made the eyes on the side completely subtle because of the excitement of finally having a big customer come to consume on a heavy rainy day.

Based on the conversation between the two of them, she instantly created a very sad scene in her mind.

And it was a bloody sadomasochistic love triangle.

She loves her, she loves her, and then, she loves her.

The female clerk who originally wanted to come up to ask you two when to pay, is now standing there in embarrassment, neither entering nor withdrawing.

Wen Qing turned around, looked at Jiang Yunjuan, and said with a smile: "Jiang Yunjuan, why are you so persistent, after all, I am also your wife in a sense, what I love, whether she likes it or not , can also represent her, for example..."

Jiang Yunjuan looked at her coldly: "For example?"

Wen Qing nodded: "Yes, for example, money."

Jiang Yunjuan walked up behind her, looked at her in the makeup mirror, and said five words coldly: "But you are not her."

Wen Qing: "..."

At this time, the female shop assistant coughed violently.

She coughed out of breath, and apologized again and again, "I'm sorry, I have a cold..."

Wen Qing was expressionless.

Yes, that's right.

At this moment.

Perhaps, in the eyes of everyone, the script has produced a new change, that is——

"Deep Sadomasochism: Overbearing President's Substitute Little Wife"