Mu Wanqing did not respond to these words, and was even extremely calm and gentle. Then she said to Wen Zhan in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "I have filed a lawsuit with the court. You should receive a court summons next week."
As soon as the words fell, she could clearly see the coldness in the man's eyes instantly shattered, and his entire face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying.
"Thank you for bringing my luggage - we'll see you in court." Mu Wanqing ignored his anger, even smiled slightly, and then turned around gracefully.
This morning, Zhou Yiru called her and asked her in detail about her views on the divorce agreement. With the advice of her lawyer, she immediately submitted an application to the court.
He didn't even say a word to Wen Zhan.
Anyway, the court will be responsible for delivering the summons to the parties, so she does not have to waste her words and risk another conflict.
Wen Zhan stood there, watching the woman leave briskly, and suddenly felt deeply humiliated!
He was so humble, he almost threw his face on the ground to help her, but she still put on airs and refused to look back!
All the thoughts in Wen Zhan's heart turned into unwillingness and anger at this moment.
Since he would be fined if he didn't drink the toast, there was no need for him to be polite.
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Mu Wanqing returned to the apartment with her suitcase. Yu Qiao looked at her, a little surprised: "I thought you wouldn't come back."
She smiled, changed her shoes and went into the house: "No...he brought my luggage."
Yu Qiao glanced at the suitcase, turned around and continued to wash the vegetables, and said, "It's hard for a grown man to be so careful and worry about you freezing. To be honest, it's hard to prove that he has you in his heart."
Otherwise, no one cares whether a woman lives or lives, whether she likes to wear clothes or not, whether she likes to be cold or not.
But Mu Wanqing instinctively retorted: "He just wanted to humiliate me and find a reason."
After hearing this, Yu Qiao smiled and ignored it.
Many things were caused by onlookers and the authorities being confused, and she didn't want to persuade her. Maybe Mu Wanqing had also had expectations, but because she had been hurt too much, she gradually didn't dare to have expectations anymore, and she didn't dare to love anymore.
Delayed affection is worse than grass. Even if the famous Mr. Wen wakes up now, it is too late.
"Okay, just come back. Then let's continue preparing dinner - I see that you bought so many dishes, but not much of each kind. Are you preparing to cook hot pot?" Yu Qiao had almost prepared all kinds of dishes, and turned around ask her.
"Yes, it's cold, and eating hot pot will keep you warm." Mu Wanqing carried her suitcase up to the attic, came down, rolled up her sleeves, and joined in, "I'll do it, you go and stay with the child."
Yu Qiao turned around: "Go and put the induction cooker on the stove. I've already washed it here. Don't touch it, it's cold."
Yu Qiao was born into a wealthy family, and before giving birth to a baby, she never touched anything. But after becoming a single mother, after five or six years of experience, she now knows how to do everything, and her hands and feet are agile, just like her working style.
She saw that although Mu Wanqing was born in poverty, she was not very good at housework, so she paid a lot of attention to her intentionally or unintentionally.
Mu Wanqing also felt it, and said sheepishly: "You brought your children to dinner, but it turns out you are busy doing the work, and I am like a guest."
Yu Qiao smiled: "We are all friends. We don't care about what we do. You just moved out and haven't adapted yet. Take your time."
"Yeah." Mu Wanqing took out the induction cooker, but she had just bought it and hadn't studied it yet. She touched the touch screen and tried several times, but it didn't work.
Yu Qiao came over, showed her the operation, and asked puzzledly: "You haven't used it before?"
Even if you don't have to worry about these things when you are a rich lady for a few years, you should know these basic skills when you grow up.
Mu Wanqing knew that she was acting like a imbecile in life, so she smiled sheepishly and said, "When I was a child, my family was poor, and my grandparents used wood stoves to cook. Later, my grandparents passed away one after another, and I went there too. I study in the city and don’t go home much. When I go back during the winter and summer vacations, I still use a firewood stove..."
Yu Qiao had never asked about her family situation. When she heard this, she was secretly surprised. After a pause, she asked: "Where are your... parents?"
"My father died unexpectedly when I was very young, and my mother... ran away from home. There has been no news for so many years, and her life and death are unknown."
"..." Yu Qiao looked at her with horror in his eyes and was completely speechless.
After a while, she came back to her senses and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked about this."
"It doesn't matter. It's been so many years since these things happened, and I don't feel anything when talking about it now." Mu Wanqing smiled and took the bowls and chopsticks, passing them lightly.
Yu Qiao called her daughter over and introduced: "Baby, this is Aunt Mu; this is my daughter, she is five years old, her name is Yu Nannan, Nanmu's Nan."
Mu Wanqing looked at the five-year-old girl in front of her, and then at Yu Qiao: "Baby, she's so beautiful, she looks a lot like you."
Yu Qiao smiled and said proudly: "Of course he looks like me!"
In fact, her daughter's facial features are more like that person's, but she doesn't have many friends who have seen that person, so she only thinks he looks like her.
Yu Nannan is five years old and is a smart and precocious child.
She looked at Mu Wanqing and asked, "Auntie, was uncle kissing you just now?"
"Uh-" Mu Wanqing was turning around to find the gift she had just bought. When she heard this, her face froze, and she turned around in embarrassment, "Well... right, but that kind of behavior is wrong."
After saying that, she handed over the dress-up doll gift box in her hand: "Nan Nan, this is for you."
"Thank you, auntie." The little girl took it politely, but the next sentence was shocking, "If a boy kisses a girl, if they like each other, it's romantic; if the girl doesn't like each other, then it's a hooligan! That uncle just now... I see If you come out, you are acting like a hooligan!"
puff--
Mu Wanqing's face turned red and she almost choked on her own saliva.
Yu Qiao looked at Mu Wanqing and explained: "This girl is precocious and knows everything. She talks in one way and I often get involved. You will know later."
After she finished speaking, she called to her daughter, "Okay, let's put down the gifts first and let's eat."
Mu Wanqing sat down and admired this smart little girl. She hoped that her daughter would be so smart and sober when she grew up.
What I like about kisses is romance, what I don't like is about being a hooligan - indeed, Wen Zhan is an out-and-out gangster.
After sitting down to eat, Yu Qiao looked at Mu Wanqing several times, but stopped talking.
Mu Wanqing saw it and said openly: "If you want to ask anything else, just ask."
She knows that Yu Qiao is not the kind of person who talks loudly, so she has nothing to hide.
The two are friends now, and they will start a career together in the future, so they can be regarded as best friends in life.
Yu Qiao nodded, "Since you don't mind, I'll tell you the truth. With your family background, how could you get to know a wealthy family like the Wen family? They say they are well-matched, but you guys are too bad..."
