Chapter 131

Fan Lun took two sips of the sports drink, but saw Mo ShaoQing holding a napkin to wipe off sweat a little bit. This is a type she has never been with before. She couldn't help but joking:

"Hey, Mon, you really don't smell any sweat on your body!"

Mo ShaoQing listened and couldn't help but roll up his sleeves and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it, then frowned, it smelled...

Sure enough, he was sweating, he wanted to wash his face.

As soon as he got up, Fan Lun laughed uncontrollably.

"Mon, you are really super...cute! Hahahaha!"

"What are you laughing at?" The speaker was the tallest white man in the crew, Marion Turner.

Seeing the person, Fan Lun narrowed his expression, "Nothing, just talk about the script."

Turner still didn't know why he received the cold reception, so he scratched his head, feeling a bit stupid in the play.

At the beginning, Turner showed good wishes to Van Lun frequently, but Van Lun didn't seem to appreciate it.

But these are not about Mo ShaoQing's business. He just wants to make this movie fast and well. God knows, he thinks the two in the family are already crazy.

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domestic

Chen Huixin sat in the living room stupidly, leaving her servants to pack their luggage.

The people she brought from her natal family have been driven away, and now the people here are all from Yin Wanjun, helping her to clean up without any muddle.

How could things be like this? How did it develop into this look? Why... she lost?

She remembered that more than a month ago, she had found someone to sneak a photo of Mo ShaoQing, trying to find some black material to smear him in front of the people of the whole country, so that the old man would not let him recognize his ancestors even if he liked his grandson again, because he wanted face.

Yin Wanjun's wishful thinking fell through.

But that person not only didn't take any photos, but also made himself embarrassed on the spot. After he came back, he couldn't control his anger. I don't know which servant was talking too much. Yin Wanjun knew about it the next day.

Angrily, he threw the divorce agreement in front of her.

She knew that she was a pawn monitored by her aunt Yin Wanjun, and her aunt could not give up her, so she told Chen Qian the first time, thinking that her aunt would help her, but she did not expect...

Chen Qian naturally has an abacus in her heart. In recent years, Yin Wanjun's reputation in the company has increased day by day, and her son is not up to date and can only rely on him. If he divorces, it will not sound pretty good.

Moreover, he hasn't found any tricks for so many years, and Chen Qian doesn't think he can do anything.

In recent years, my niece has grown a little bit more hearted, always trying to take away the right of housekeeping from myself, and after so many years with Yin Wanjun, more or less partial to that bitch's son, the two of them are also regarded as eccentric.

But she didn't want to leave her niece alone, so she agreed to divorce and at the same time divided the property under the name of Yin Wanjun...tortured each other, and she was happy to see the result.

But Father Yin was very unhappy when he heard about this incident. After all, their family prides themselves on being an upper-class family, and divorce is always unsightly.

But when he knew that his good daughter-in-law had asked his niece to contact the president of the Claire Group in private, he knew that the Chen family's heart was already unfaithful, so he didn't want the daughter-in-law who digged into the wall...

No wonder the ducks in hand flew, and the Claire Group was suddenly unwilling to cooperate with them. It is estimated that the daughter of the Chen family has upset people.

So he acquiesced.

The Chen family refused again. Procrastinated and sent to court, Chen Huixin finally agreed with Chen Qian's will.

Even if it is a divorce, Yin Wanjun should not think of having a good life!

Yin Yi looked at her mother's desperate look, and comforted: "Mom, I will go with you! Don't be sad!"

She was sixteen years old, and she was not a ignorant little girl. Although she was very scared in her heart, she knew that there would be such a day.

Since I can remember, my parents have been separated. Daddy comes back several times a month and nothing more. This is very abnormal. Although her mother doesn't care much about her, it is obvious who she is closer to.

"No!" Chen Huixin suddenly became sober, yes, she still has a daughter.

Chen Huixin grabbed her daughter's shoulders: "You can't go, you stay!"

Yin Yi was startled, "Ah—Mom, please be gentle."

Chen Huixin let go and said with a look of concern: "I'm sorry Yi Yi, does it hurt?"

"It's fine."

The housekeeper on the side interrupted the mother and daughter's filial piety.

"Miss Chen, your luggage has been packed, please leave as soon as possible!"

"Miss Chen? Huh..." Chen Huixin sneered.

The title of Mrs. Yin...Unexpectedly, she only enjoyed 17 years...

Chen Huixin stood up and glanced at the luggage on the ground and was surprised.

Then he was furious: "What's going on? How can my luggage happen?" There is only this.

That's right, after a long time of tidying up, so many people only gave her three suitcases.

She is more than just jewelry!

The butler also explained with a good temper: "Miss Chen, these jewelry are from the Yin family, you are not qualified to take it!"

The implication is that either you have worn something for two days or it is your own.

Chen Huixin was choked. She married without any dowry. These clothes were all bought here.

However, those jewels are of great value, and Yin Wanjun is not a stingy person, and he has to take everything away after divorce. Don't even give her these jewelry...

"I want to take it!" She wouldn't let these things be left to the next hostess...not to mention that the other party is likely to be a man.

Thinking of this, she felt proud. Old Man Yin didn't like her. She wanted to see whether the identity of Miss Chen was on the stage or the identity of a male daughter-in-law on the stage.

"Don't even want to take away any of the things here!" Yin Wanjun paced slowly from outside.

"Yin Wanjun, I haven't signed yet!"

The implication is that she is still Mrs. Yin.

"Why do you think you still have the right to choose?" Yin Wanjun looked at her calmly, telling the truth.

Chen Huixin refused to bow her head and said, "If I am not satisfied with the division of property, I will not sign it!"

"Property?" Yin Wanjun laughed as if it was something funny, "Have you done anything for this family these years?"

"How many dollars do you earn?"

"You really value Yin, I don't! Yes! Fortune! Property!" Yin Wanjun bit the last few words heavily.

"Yin Wanjun!"

"Butler Yin!"

The two said at the same time.

"Yes!" The housekeeper took out a document and began to read: "First of all, this house...This is the house under the name of Mr. Yin Fu. The car is also owned by the Yin Group..."

The steward explained word by word, but Chen Huixin sounded like an electric shock.

She was not reconciled: "What about your private house? You must have bought a lot of real estate outside, right? You don't know the consequences of transferring the marriage property, do you?"

"I do have a house outside, but it has nothing to do with Ms. Chen. It was owned by me before marriage."

Chen Huixin didn't expect that she would do everything, but in the end there would be nothing. Is this impossible? How could Yin Wanjun only live in a private house in the suburbs for so many years?

"Then your salary?"

"Oh, by the way, there is still salary..." Yin Wanjun took out a check lightly.

"There is one hundred thousand yuan on it, which is half of my full salary." After speaking, he threw the check on the table like a beggar.

"No, it's impossible! How can you only have that little money!"

"I don't have a share dividend in the company. After all, I am not favored and I am not separated. Didn't I give you most of the money? How much did you lose in playing mahjong? How many luxury goods did you buy, don't you remember?" Although Yin Wanjun did not let her take away the precious jewelry, Chen Huixin gave her all the bags, perfumes and skin care products.

"Yin Wanjun, you planned all this, right!" Chen Huixin is not a fool. The things she bought are only worth a few dollars, and Yin Wanjun has no money?

"Sorry, my little manager, who only earns more than 100,000 yuan this year, really can't afford you, Missy!"

"Ah-no, no -"

Chen Huixin almost collapsed, youth, love, money, now she has nothing!

"Yin Wanjun, you can't do this to me! I gave birth to you and brought up Iraq. You can't do this to me!"

"Really?" Yin Wanjun sat on the sofa and put down the financial magazine he was reading. After a glance, the hysterical woman who had no demeanor at all in front of her screamed.

"I thought Yi Yi's mother was Lin's mother!"

Chen Huixin's face was stiff.

"I thought you should see that Yi Yi doesn't look like me at all!"

"You...what are you talking about...what are you talking nonsense?" Chen Huixin staggered forward, trying to fight him desperately.

"you--"

After all, Yin Wanjun was a big man with great strength. He frowned, and with a light push, Chen Huixin fell to the ground unsteadily.

"I wanted to save a bit of face for you and your daughter, so I didn't want to say... now that I have made it clear..."

Yin Wanjun said loudly, "Package the little Miss Chen Jia!"

This means that the daughter's surname is not recognized!

Chen Huixin panicked completely. She was not in a hurry at first, but her aunt stopped helping her. She originally wanted to die, but Yin Wanjun had thousands of ways to force her to sign. She originally wanted to rely on her daughter to make another fortune. The Yin family will pay a lot of dividends to the children in the future, but now it is not the same... This is not the child of the Yin family, she knows!

The lie becomes true if she says too much, even she herself forgot, this daughter is not Yin Wanjun...

She wanted to defend herself, but she couldn't speak: "Yiyi...she..."

"Whose daughter Yi Yi is, you should know better than me."

"In the past few years, I have given you the identity of the second young lady of the Yin family, so that your mother and daughter can eat and wear without worrying about food and clothing.

"No, no, Yiyi is your daughter, it's...your..." Chen Huixin climbed up to grab Yin Wanjun's leg, "Woo... please, keep her, I sign I will sign immediately!"

Yin Wanjun just stretched out his hand and easily broke Chen Huixin's hands apart.

Muttered: "This marriage was originally...wrong, let everything return to its original place now!"