I dream of marrying her

Chapter 38 The first day when I wanted to divorce

Half an hour later, the luxurious car of the President stopped in front of an old residential area.

The community is really too old, and most of them are middle-aged and elderly people. A stretched Rolls-Royce luxury car drove in, and it seemed a little out of place. The security guy in front of the door looked into the car curiously. Eye.

When he looked into the car, his eyes were very subtle, as if he was hesitant to say anything and had a tacit understanding.

Wen Qing thought, if she was only 20 years old now, maybe the security guy would have thought she was a female college student who was taken care of by a wealthy boss.

The security guard obviously remembered her, and said with a smile, "Miss Wen, you are back."

Wen Qing said politely: "Yes, you haven't got off work yet?"

The security guy smiled and said, "Well, the shift has not been over yet, and the shift will be over in four hours."

Wen Qing nodded, thinking that the topic was about to end.

I saw the little brother looked her up and down, and muttered in a low voice: "You didn't wear this dress when you went out..."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Yunjuan very subtly, and suddenly realized, "I understand what I understand."

Wen Qing: "..."

Oh shit!

This idiot must not just regard her as a female college student who was adopted.

It's still the kind of female college student who had to buy a new set of clothes because she had a room with the bully boss, and she tore her clothes too violently.

This rubbish bastard, what is he thinking about all the time?

But even if what he imagined was true, he obviously still underestimated the power of the overlord.

Because in the original book, President Ba and Xiao Bailian did tear up Xiao Bailian's clothes when they were in the room, but in the end, President Ba directly called and asked his assistant to send a brand new dress with tens of thousands of fingernails hanging on it. A diamond the size of a lid, worn on Xiao Bailian's body like jewels, became the focus of everyone's attention when she attended the reception.

But this is so...

Tens of thousands of such big diamonds really didn't crush Xiao Bailian into a crippled body?

Could it be that the author's setting for Xiao Bailian is still a national first-class weightlifter in the world?

Perhaps in the author's mind, Xiao Bailian is not only a first-class athlete in this world, but a first-class athlete in the universe.

The security guy wanted to say something to start a conversation, but Lao He had already closed the car window.

The black luxury car drove all the way in, and slowly stopped in front of a unit.

Old He looked back at Jiang Yunjuan, and said respectfully, "Mr. Jiang, we're here."

Jiang Yunjuan nodded, then turned to look at her: "Go down."

Through the transparent glass window, Wen Qing took a look outside the car, and the rain obviously had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

With such a heavy rain, could Jiang Yunjuan really be reluctant to give her an umbrella?

It's a bit...

Can't justify it?

Even if they are going to get divorced, and they will never see each other again, what's the matter with giving her an umbrella?

Forget it, love it or not, anyway, the clothes are newly bought, and you have to wash them when you get back, so it’s okay if you get wet.

Just when she took a deep breath and was about to run in under the rain after getting out of the car, Jiang Yunjuan took the umbrella that Lao He handed over, and then handed it to her: "Be careful of catching a cold."

The tone sounded cold, with no personal emotion in it, and it had the same effect as "drinking more hot water".

But Wen Qing is still very grateful to Mr. Ba, after all, Mr. Ba doesn't seem to be so ignorant, and he knows how to care about people.

What is there to say?

Cold face and hot heart...

Yes, cold face and warm heart is not the kind of person Jiang Yunjuan described.

She took the pure black luxury umbrella that looked very expensive, looked at Jiang Yunjuan with some emotion and said, "Thank you..."

Jiang Yunjuan shook his head: "No, remember to send it back sometime."

Wen Qing: "..."

I'm sorry, the above brain supplement, she is sick.

Jiang Yunjuan was really unworthy.

Really.

This straight female cancer is really unworthy of her!

At this moment, she already has the first draft of the specific content of Chapter 2 of "The Rich and Abandoned Wife".

Without saying a word, Wen Qing turned around and got out of the car.

After arriving home, she changed her clothes, took a hot shower, and just turned on the computer to write an update, but before opening the word document, she heard someone knocking on the door outside.

At this time, the night was completely dark, and it was still raining outside.

She didn't know many people in Shibei District, except for occasionally playing chess with the old man downstairs, and occasionally dancing square dance with the old women, there was almost no one she knew.

So at this late hour, who the hell is knocking on the door?

How could anyone find it here?

To be on the safe side, she finally turned on the indoor camera that she bought online a few days ago. The camera is very cheap.

She took the picture without saying a word, after all, at this time, if you buy it, you will earn it!

Turning on the camera, she finally felt more at ease. She connected to the wireless, positioned herself, walked to the door and asked vigilantly, "Who is it?"

A woman's voice came from outside the door: "Little sister, it's me."

Wen Qing was taken aback.

Is this voice Yu Sang?

She opened the door, and it was indeed Yu Sang standing outside the door.

Boss Yu Sang was wearing a black spring and autumn windbreaker. He was tall and looked a little handsome and a little cool.

Yu Sang was holding a plastic bag in his hand, which contained several cans of Tsingtao beer.

Wen Qing was a little puzzled, so this rich second generation also drinks Tsingtao beer?

She always thought that this kind of person only drank Lafite in [-]...

Yu Sang looked at her with a smile, the corners of her eyes slightly raised: "Little sister, is it convenient for me to go in?"

Wen Qing really wanted to say something, sorry for the inconvenient, it was too late, the daughters and daughters could not get close, and it was really inconvenient for orphans and widows to be in the same room in the middle of the night.

However, big brother Yu Sang has already entered her room very familiarly.

And sat down straight from her little cracked sofa.

Wen Qing endured and endured, but still closed the door.

Yu Sang looked at her small dim room, and asked her very straightforwardly: "Can living in this kind of place make you happy?"

This topic of needing to be beaten really made Wen Qing want to beat her up.

But considering the pissing nature of the rich second generation middle schooler, she endured it, and said with a blank expression: "I am very happy. After all, sometimes, enduring poverty may not be a pleasure."

Yu Sang nodded: "I think what you said makes sense."

Wen Qing stood in front of the sofa and asked her: "Are you here today to chat with me? How did you find this place?"

Yu Sang took out several cans of Tsingtao beer from the plastic bag on the coffee table in front of her, and arranged them in a straight line on the table.

Wen Qing secretly asserted in her heart that she has a second-degree illness and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Tsk tsk, this man is hopeless.

Yu Sang looked up at her, raised her eyebrows slightly, and her red lips were extremely sexy: "Little sister, sister wants to drink with you today."

Wen Qing nodded: "You can drink, but how did you find me here?"

Yu Sang thought for a moment before replying, "Probably, although money is useless, it's always easy to check the address."

Wen Qing felt a little unacceptable for a moment, and she asked her coldly: "Do you know that invading personal privacy is a crime? I can call the police and arrest you."

Yu Sang looked at her with a smile: "I can tell the police that I came here by accident, and I didn't know this in advance."

Wen Qing said coldly: "But my house has just installed surveillance cameras, and everything you said just now has been recorded."

Yu Sang raised her eyebrows, looked at her little hello Kitty-shaped monitor, and snapped her fingers casually: "But I think it seems to be broken."

Wen Qing was taken aback: "Impossible!"

She turned around and walked to the TV to check the small monitor, only to see that the small red light above Kitty's head suddenly turned off.

Really broken?

Could it be that this crow mouth can say anything?

Wen Qing was furious for a moment, she pointed in the direction of the door, and said seriously: "Please go out, I don't welcome you here!"

Yu Sang looked at her with a smile: "little sister, what if I say, you can get 8000 million if you drink with me tonight?"

Wen Qing was stunned: "Just drinking?"

Yu Sang nodded: "Well, it's just drinking. I don't have anyone to drink with me, so I can only think of you."

Wen Qing sat down next to her, stretched out her arm, and picked up a can of beer on the table.

Then, he opened one vigorously and put it in front of Boss Yu Sang attentively: "Boss, you can drink whatever you want, just ask! I can do whatever I want! I can drink with you unconditionally until dawn!!"

Yu Sang looked at her and suddenly smiled happily.

Wen Qing also smiled happily.

After all, it's hard not to be unhappy in front of the God of Wealth.

Yu Sauna picked up the wine, put it to his lips and took a sip, looked at her with slightly squinted eyes and said, "You are very interesting."

Wen Qing smiled embarrassedly: "What's interesting?"

Yu Sang thought for a while: "Probably, it's different from those ordinary people who are extremely boring."

Wen Qing couldn't understand the meaning of her words: "An extremely boring...ordinary person? How should I say it?"

Yu Sang tilted her head, looked at her seriously and said, "Generally speaking, other people's liking for money, even if they desire it in their hearts, is at least not as obvious as yours, so I'm very interested in you and want to know how much money you like. Are you really willing to do anything for money?"

As Yu Sang said, she raised her hand and opened a can of beer for her, and handed it to her: "Do you want it?"

Wen Qing glanced at the computer on the desk that was about to go into standby mode, then at the God of Wealth in front of him, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Drink!"

In front of 8000 million readers, what a mere reader, Sham Shui, is nothing!

Besides, those people haven't given her deep water yet!

In a blink of an eye, a can of beer was quickly drunk.

Yu Sang wasn't drunk at all, but the gaze she was looking at her was somewhat dim under the light.

She spoke again: "little sister, you haven't answered me yet."

Wen Qing asked her: "Answer what?"

Yu Sang said: "You haven't answered me yet, whether it's for money or not, you are willing to do anything."

Wen Qing was naturally not drunk, so she said: "That's definitely not the case. If you want to get drunk and sleep with me, I will definitely not agree."

Yu Sang lowered her head, was silent for a moment, and asked her, "If you are asked to pay, what about your blood?"

Wen Qing blinked.

She carefully chewed the last sentence that big brother Yu Sang said.

Pay, her blood?

Boss Yu Sang is rich and world-weary, but he can't find the meaning of living.

Her skin is very fair, not the whiteness of normal people.

Boss Yu Sang wants to die all the time.

What kind of person would want to die all the time?

Terminally ill people.

It's a terminally ill person!

Fuck!

This dog thing!

She now says her blood is needed.

exchange blood...

Change her blood!

In exchange for the blood of a healthy person like her! !

She is sick!

And it's a serious disease! ! !

It's so nonsense...

Wen Qing looked away, took a deep breath, and refused, saying, "Although I love money, it's true, but I don't think I've reached that level yet."

Yu Sang laughed softly: "It seems that I misjudged you. You can't do everything for money."

Wen Qing shrank her neck in horror: "Yeah, after all, the dog's life is cold, so it's really cold. Although I sympathize with you, I'm so sorry for your parents..."

Yu Sang drank the wine in one gulp, and at the same time squeezed the can hard with her hands: "It's okay, you think about it again, after all, we can cooperate for a long time, after all..."

Wen Qing's face almost went black, I can go to your long-term cooperation! !

Who the hell wants to exchange blood with you?

Dead pervert!

Is this thing illegal? ?

If you want to get medical treatment, can you please wait for the blood bank?

Will you be caught if you trade in private?

Yu Sang looked at her and continued, "After all, I like you very much."

Wen Qing was expressionless: "Then I thank you, thank you for your great love for me, but the problem is that I don't like you."

After Yu Sang finished speaking, she had already stood up, she licked the corner of her lower lip, and said, "I am very interested in an interesting person like you, and I also want to know whether the blood flowing in an interesting human body is real or not. Sweet."

Wen Qing was startled.

to be frank.

She for a moment.

it turns out.

kinda.

Nausea.

She couldn't bear this kind of abnormal conversation.

To be honest, it's kind of insulting.

It's true that she loves money, she's not miserable enough to sell blood.

She has at least one overbearing wife who is about to lose her memory. When the overlord's wife loses her memory, she can fool her with ten billion.

This Yu Sang is obviously more perverted, more shameless, and has no lower limit than she imagined.

At first, she felt that Yu Sang might be a bit of a rich man's pretentious and hypocritical, but it was not unbearable.

But at this moment, she felt that she didn't like this person at all.

She didn't take human life seriously at all.

It was condescending contempt, and it made her uncomfortable.

In a blink of an eye, Yu Sang had already reached the door.

She opened the door of the room, turned around again, and asked in a seductive tone: "Really don't think about it? You can sell me a bite."

Wen Qing issued the eviction order with a cold face, and she pointed to the direction outside the door: "Go away, and don't contact me again in the future."

Yu Sang was disappointed for a moment, she looked at her for a while, and finally said: "I'm sorry... I didn't think so, I just think you are special, and I can't help but think..."

Wen Qing interrupted her, and said coldly: "It's nothing, I won't take it to heart, it's late, you can go."

Yu Sang nodded: "Okay..."

Wen Qing took a deep breath, she didn't want to attack such a person anymore.

Such a person who despises human life and treats everyone as ants, she really can't do it.

It is really impossible.

After Yu Sang left, she locked the door inside, changed into her pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

She no longer has the idea of ​​continuing to write updates, she doesn't want to write any more.

The soft velvet quilt covered her body, and the uneasiness in her heart gradually eased.

The rain outside the window was still falling, and the wind started to increase. The windows were not well sealed, and the wind could make a rattling noise.

At this time, the system prompt sounded in my mind——

[beep——]

[Yu Sang, the heir of the wealthy family, has a good opinion of +10, and the current good opinion is 21]

[The host please make persistent efforts. ]

At the same time, she received a message on WeChat on her mobile phone.

Clicking on it, it was a transfer sent to her by Yu Sang.

8000 million.

She thought about it, and replied, "I don't want the money anymore." ]

The other end quickly replied: [? ]

Ask her again: [What do you mean?Don't you like money? ]

Wen Qing typed with her fingers: [Well, but I don’t want it now. ]

She clicked on the transfer, and then clicked "Refund Now".

Yu Sang directly: [? ? ? ? ? ? ]

Yu Sang: [Wen Qing, how can you forgive me? ]

Yu Sang: [I have offended you tonight, I admit it, but what can I do to make you happy? ]

Wen Qing endured it before replying: [Can you stop saying that?It's the same as the two of us, and it's inappropriate for my wife to see it. ]

Yu Sang was silent for a moment.

After a while, another message came over: [You don't like your wife, do you?I could kill her for you, as long as you can be happy. ]

When Wen Qing saw the news, she lifted the quilt and sat up on the bed.

Are you sick! ! !

Yu Sang: [I can do it now. ]

Wen Qing: […]

Yu Sang: [I've already arrived in Shinan. ]

Wen Qing: […]

Yu Sang: [Now we're at Jiangzhai. ]

Wen Qing: […]

Is this person mentally ill?

The mother just walked away, but can she reach the south of the city?

How about cheating ghosts.

My sister, I specialize in treating brain-damaged middle school patients, she didn't even think about it, and replied directly: "Whatever you like, whatever you like. ]

Yu Sang: [OK. ]

At the same time, Jiang Zhai.

bedroom.

Jiang Yunjuan had already fallen asleep, and the whole Jiang residence became quiet.

A figure slowly entered.

The figure moved very lightly, as if floating in mid-air.

She entered directly through the door from the hallway.

Walking to the bed, looking at Jiang Yunjuan who was sleeping soundly, he licked the corner of his bloody lips.

Two sharp fangs were slowly exposed.

She took out her phone and looked at the last message on it.

Wen Qing said that killing Jiang Yunjuan would make her happy.

It must be so.

thought here.

She sent another message: [Jiang Yunjuan is dead, can you really be happy? ]

Wen Qing replied to her: [I said, are you sick?Do you know that murder is a crime? ]

She asked her again: [I'm not afraid, so I killed her, can you forgive my offense tonight? ]

Wen Qing: […]

Wen Qing: [Sister, this is not a question of Yuan's unforgiveness, but that you are not telling me where to eat early, but killing people!Do you understand murder?Can you respect the lives of our Shengdou people?Besides, Jiang Yunjuan is richer than you, if you kill her, her family can bankrupt your whole family, can you believe it? ]

She replied: [As long as you are happy, you can ask me to do anything, Jiang Yunjuan is just a mere mortal. ]

After she finished speaking, she put away her phone.

Then he leaned forward, facing Jiang Yunjuan's fair neck, and was about to bite it down.

But before she could get close, a strong dazzling golden light suddenly emanated from Jiang Yunjuan's body.

Those golden lights hit her body, and her body, which was originally immortal, was suddenly burned by the golden light, which made her feel painful for the first time.

The power was too strong and too violent for her to bear.

Before she fainted, she seemed to see that golden light finally gathered into a few words——

[The strongest plane, the son of luck. ]