The wealthy little wife: BOSS adults entangled in the door

For many years, old hatred and new hatred, Jiang Yueming and Qu Cunzi are all nightmares in her life.

These two guys, they dared to push forward even before they settled their accounts with them.

She spoke, surprisingly calm.

"So, Miss Jiang really plans to give up the high divorce alimony and pursue your so-called love wholeheartedly?"

"Doctor Fang, no, Li Xiaobao!"

Jiang Yueming slammed the cigarette butt on the table: "We know each other well, so we don't need to be hypocritical. You know, you can't threaten me! To tell you the truth, Qu Cunzi can't afford me a penny for divorce alimony; Mu Qiao Zhi, I'm married too."

She was proud and proud, "Li Xiaobao, do you know why I came to you today? I came to tell you that you are not my opponent at all. You were not back then, and you are not now. Both you and Qu Cunzi Unworthy of happiness."

A trace of deep resentment floated on her beautiful face, making her look a little distorted: "Qu Cunzi, a scoundrel, has ruined my life's happiness. What right does he have to be happy again? And you, Li Xiaobao , You are his mistress, aren’t you?? A woman like you, isn’t she afraid of insulting Qiao Zhijun? Do you have the face to admit to Qiao Zhijun that you have been the lover of other men for money? "

Fang Likun laughed.

This world is really upside down.

Before she could make a move, Jiang Yueming took the lead instead.

It was as if she hadn't settled with Fang Dazhuang before, but Fang Dazhuang called her door many times first.

Really, it's not that if you tolerate every step, people will calm down.

This is a magical country where palace fighting and thick black studies have been popular for thousands of years.

The three views are seriously wrong.

Between people, it has never been about peaceful coexistence and win-win cooperation, but about fighting to the death and stepping on others' necks step by step.

This is true in the officialdom, in love, in the workplace, and in the lives of ordinary people.

What a terrible race.

It can last for thousands of years, and the people in it are still complacent about it, and regard this despicable and shameful thick black school as the essence of the nation!

The first thing parents tell their children is never: you have to cooperate with others, you have to be patient, and you have to win-win.

No, no, no, they always say: It is necessary to be defensive.

In a word, the genetic inferiority of a race.

"Miss Jiang, I will not let Qu Cunzi divorce you!"

"!!!"

Jiang Yueming raised her eyebrows and looked at her curiously.

Look, that idiot trash named Li Xiaobao back then, what was she talking about?

She told Qu Cunzi not to divorce?

What is she?

She asked Qu Cunzi not to get a divorce, so why would Qu Cunzi not get a divorce?

"Miss Jiang, if there is no Qu Cunzi, what are you? You have worked hard in the entertainment industry for so many years, and all the movies you invested in have lost money and have been labeled as box office poison. It has become a bottomless pit. Your new film is stranded, and the funding is nowhere in sight... Now, with the identity of Mrs. Qu, you can still show up in the crowd to bluff and deceive. No matter how bad you are, you can barely be a high-class lady. But, once Are you divorced?"

Jiang Yueming's elegant expression twisted under the smoke.

Every sentence is a fact.

Every sentence is a knife poking at her weakness.

"Once you're not Mrs. Qu, what are you?"

"You are really too greedy. You want both Mu Qiaozhi's fresh love and Qu Cunzi's high alimony. Do you think there is such a thing that has the best of both worlds?"