good morning ex husband

Chapter 6 I've Give Up
Wen Yan showed the first expression since the beginning of the conversation. He squinted his eyes, and his expression was a horror that Qin Qiao had never seen before.

"Divorce? After the divorce, if the stock price drops, you will pay for it, or your Qin family will pay for it. Qin Qiao, when talking to you carefully, you'd better listen carefully and don't try to anger me."

Qin Qiao's anger from being stuck all night exploded now, and she blocked Wen Yan's way to leave: "Since there is no divorce, then should Young Master Wen fulfill his husband's obligations?"

Slightly hooked eyebrows, pearly eyeshadow, wavy dark purple hair, and a voluptuous figure.

He twitched the corner of his mouth with a look of contempt, and he pushed her away and walked out.

Tears flashed in Qin Qiao's eyes, and then disappeared in silence.

She raised her head, her eyes were fiery, and she rushed up to cover her warm lips with a gesture like moths to a flame.

Wen Yan is so sober now, how could he let her succeed.

He grabbed her wrist fiercely, and she was directly dragged to the ground by him.

He paused, his eyes flustered for a moment and then returned to normal.

The messy hair covered her face, completely blocking Qin Qiao's expression. Wen Yan couldn't see her expression, let alone guess her mood swings.

"Qin Qiao?"

She didn't speak, just straightened her back, and walked upstairs without looking at him, as if she had just attended a ball, walking upstairs in an orderly and proud manner.

She really, really doesn't want to hold on to hope anymore. Anyway, every time she hopes, the result is disappointment. Now she is exhausted physically and mentally, and her body is covered with injuries. She has no energy to play this kind of love game with Wen Yan anymore.

Locking himself in the bathroom, he soaked in the bathtub sprinkled with rose petals.

In Wen's family, she enjoyed the highest material life, but lived the most empty spiritual life.

Looking at the screen of the mobile phone in her hand, after a long time, when the screen was about to go black, she unlocked and opened the address book.

"Hi, Joe."

Hearing the sound, she froze her hands, and her expression became tense.

"Little Joe?"

Qin Qiao adjusted her posture and called out, "Mom."

Chen Ping seemed to be in a good mood, and her tone was full of excitement: "Xiao Qiao, did you know? How did you know? Hey, why don't you come to the hospital quickly?"

An inexplicable look flashed across Qin Qiao's eyes, and he asked, "What do you know?"

"You do not know?"

She felt that she was really sad now. Originally, she married to Wen's family to please her parents, but her parents were still lukewarm to her, and she only found out any news by calling herself.

Her tone was a bit reluctant, "Know what?"

Chen Ping seemed very excited, she clapped her hands, "The doctor said that your sister is conscious and is waking up."

As soon as she let go, the phone almost slipped into the bathtub.

"Hey, hey, little Joe?"

"Then should I go to the hospital?"

It took Qin Qiao a while to reply.

"No, don't come here. If you come here, the Wen family will know about it. Let's talk about it after Xiaowei wakes up completely."

After finishing speaking, Chen Ping hung up the phone.

She was holding the mobile phone that kept beeping, and Qin Qiao's eyes flashed with determination.

Anyway, my sister has woken up, and there is no need for her to stay here because of the Qin family. Everything should be over.

Suddenly, I felt like something was being removed from my body.

Great, it's all over, it's all over.

Like a war knight, she completed the task perfectly, but she failed to triumph, but was covered with injuries.

Stepping out of the bath, she took out a bathrobe from the top shelf of the delicately decorated silver-white shelf, put it on and walked out.

Wen Yan locked the door tightly, she couldn't get in, she knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

After a while, Xiaoli, who was on guard at night, ran over and bowed in a panic: "Young Madam, what's wrong?"

Qin Qiao turned to look at her, and sighed slightly: "Which room is more well-prepared, I will go to sleep there today."

Xiaoli blurted out, "Of course it's the young master's study."

"Except there?"

"There are still a few guest rooms, young lady, let me take you there."

After moving her footsteps, Qin Qiao changed her mind: "I'm going to the study, you don't need to take me with you."

Xiaoli said bluntly: "But the young master will be angry when outsiders enter the young master's study."

Even the servants knew that their relationship had reached such a point. For such a long time, they were obviously husband and wife, but even the servants didn't take her seriously.

Qin Qiao's temper came up, and she suddenly hooked the corners of her lips, sarcastic and condescending: "Are you Mrs. Wen's young lady, or am I?"

"Why do I need your permission to enter my man's study?"

"Or do you have any intentions?"

Xiaoli didn't dare to take on such a title: "I didn't mean that, really not, it's just..."

"If anything happens later, I will take full responsibility, that's fine."

Xiaoli pursed her lips and nodded, leading Qin Qiao into the study.

She has been married to Wen's family for three years, and this is the first time she has entered Wen Yan's study. The bookshelves, bookcases, and desks inside are all made of brown-red wood, which looks very calm and atmospheric.

All kinds of well-packaged books are arranged on the bookshelf in an orderly manner. The right side of the desk is full of various file folders. In front of the desk, there is also a black pen holder.

She looked at the pen holder, and the sarcasm in her eyes became more serious.

Every year for Wen Yan's birthday, she has saved money for a long time, with all kinds of hesitation and entanglement, and she has gone all over shopping malls to buy gifts for him, but she has never seen him use them.
However, now a pen holder given by another woman, he puts it in the study and uses it carelessly, completely ignoring her.

Also, what is her mind?There is no need to care at all.

She sat down at the desk and turned on the computer.

The computer was not locked, so she opened it easily.

The wallpaper is the company's logo, and she had no intention of looking through Wen Yan's stuff, so she dialed Zhu Zhu's cell phone.

"what's the result?"

Qin Qiao's eyes were filled with sadness: "It's exactly as you expected, so where did you send the agreement?"

"It's in your mailbox, the one you used to use."

[email protected].

This is the mailbox consisting of the initials of Qin Qiao, Xia Tian, ​​and Zhu Zhu.

This means they will be together forever.

Qin Qiao entered the account password very skillfully, and looked at the "divorce agreement" email lying inside, feeling a little glaring.

The "squeak" sound of the printer sounded, and she took two documents and looked at them again and again.

This is the answer she gave herself in the past three years.

She didn't sleep all night, she watched the sky brighten, watched Yubai leap up from the horizon, and watched the warm orange sun envelop the earth.

Walking out of the room with stiff arms and legs,
Xiaoli came up to meet her: "Young Madam, are you up?"

"What about the young master?"

"The young master went to the company very early."

Qin Qiao felt that Wen Yan's behavior was obviously an evasion, but she told herself over and over again, don't think too much, what kind of thing are you, Qin Qiao, worth his escaping.

"Ma'am, give me what you're holding, and go wash up first."

Qin Qiao drew back her hands and shook her head: "No need, you go and help Aunt Guo prepare breakfast, I'll go out later."

"it is good."

Qin Qiao walked into the cloakroom after washing up, and had to say that the Wen family had never treated Qin Qiao badly in terms of material life. If it were another person, they might stay here for the rest of their lives with peace of mind.

There are all kinds of things in the cloakroom, ranging from small brooches to large clothes.

It's summer, so I only have summer clothes in my closet.

She chose, and finally chose a sleeveless black hip-wrap dress with a cross design on the front.

Standing downstairs in Wen Yan's company, she looked at the towering skyscrapers with a look of determination in her eyes.

We can't retreat anymore, once we retreat, the army will be defeated like a mountain.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Qiao walked into the company.

Before going upstairs, the front desk staff came out and blocked her way.

Qin Qiao stopped and looked sideways at her.

Although she is not in good spirits, makeup is a very magical thing. Now she is radiant, and she can't see the slightest bit of fatigue.

Almost the moment she saw Qin Qiao, the front desk lady knew who she was.

After all, because of her appearance, her popularity in the capital once exploded. As a woman, few people could not know Qin Qiao, let alone because of her relationship with the young master of the Wen family, she was once in the limelight.

But the front desk pretended not to know her.

"Miss, who are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for Wen Yan."

"Looking for Mr. Wen? Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"No, I can't go up."

Qin Qiao's tone was a little impatient: "Tell Wen Yan that I am Qin Qiao."

The lady at the front desk still said the same thing: "I'm sorry, miss, I can't go up without an appointment."

Sure enough, in the company, everyone also regarded her as nothing.

She didn't have to go up, if it was confirmed to be a shame, why would she shamelessly go up again and again.

After communicating with the front desk lady to no avail, she sat back in the car with her back straight, like the proudest dancer who has just attended a grand ball.

Glorious and radiant, will always be her life.

"Ma'am, are you going home?"

Qin Qiao smiled miserably: "Uncle Wang, since you dared to drive me out, how could Wen Yan not know that I'm coming? What does he mean by not seeing me like this?"

Uncle Wang paused: "Young madam, the young master is just busy with work."

She didn't speak, and now she has given up. How determined she was before, how disappointed and helpless she is now.

What on earth did Wen Yan take her for, to just dismiss her as worthless?

"No, I'll just wait here for him to get off work." After speaking, Qin Qiao turned to look at Uncle Wang: "Uncle Wang, give me your mobile phone, you are not allowed to send text messages to Wen Yan."

Speaking of which, Qin Qiao snatched the mobile phone from Uncle Wang, looked at the unedited text message on it, and pressed the delete button.

This wait lasted a whole afternoon, when the sun was setting, and when the afterglow filled the whole city, Wen Yan came out.

(End of this chapter)