"Okay, you have the final say," Han Wei shrugged.

The stocks that have been sold are all sold, and the rest are just their jobs.

No matter how much the couple made a fuss, he would not suffer much.

He got into the car and drove back to his office.

Zhang's business will end at some point, and he has important other sources of income.

On the other hand, Zhou Qingwan called the usual Qing phone.

Chang Qing had just finished arguing with Luo's father, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a smell of gunpowder.

"Aunt Chang, it's me," Zhou Qingwan heard something was wrong, but she didn't have the extra leisure to care about Changqing's behavior.

"I have considered your proposal, but it's not impossible."

Evergreen raised his eyebrows high.

I knew she hadn't given up on Luo Yan yet.

They are all wise people, but they are ridiculous when they make Joe or something.

"That's good," Changqing smiled, "but now it's not as good as I said then, I'm afraid I can't make a promise."

Zhou Qingwan sneered silently.

I knew this old pious woman would do this.

Fortunately, she is not unprepared, as long as she is willing to cooperate

"It's up to people, how can you know if you don't do it?"

She smiled slightly, "As long as my aunt always cares for me, our fate will not be broken."

Changqing smiled, "You will say something when you hit me, and every word is in the heart."

"I'm telling the truth," Zhou Qingwan smiled, her eyebrows and eyes cold, too lazy to argue with her.

"I heard that Mr. Luo is hospitalized?"

"I don't know how?"

"Ah," the topic ended too quickly, and Changqing was slowing down for a moment before he realized.

"It's a good thing that the rescue is timely. I will save my life when I'm going to talk and walk around, and it will be unsuccessful in the future."

Evergreen is concise and concise.

"Then you have to keep it for a long time, right?"

Zhou Qingwan picked up the pen and painted it unconsciously.

"No," Chang Qing smiled and said, "The old man hates the smell there the most. When he can leave, he will definitely make a fuss back."

"But aren't there two babies in the family?"

Zhou Qingwan said, "Is it not conducive to the old man's cultivation?"

"What," Chang Qing smiled and wanted to refute, and suddenly paused.

Lin Miao kept huddling in the yard with her child, and even if the doctor was asked to go to her home for the child to be vaccinated.

This is really a strict defense and I will not give her any chance.

If she could use this matter to drive her out, then her idea of ​​taking back her grandson might be successful.

Think about the future, the two children will get close to her and transfer the house to her.

Evergreen smiled proudly.

"You made some sense, I'll discuss it with your uncle."

Hang up the phone, Zhou Qingwan smiled.

Zhang's funds were suppressed, and all Luo's father had earned in his early years was cleaned by Changqing. Mr. Luo never looked down on this daughter-in-law and would definitely not give her money.

As for Luo Yan, as long as he is still with Lin Miao, he will not give her any money.

Therefore, the evergreen at this time has ended.

She poured a glass of wine, took a sip slowly, and called again.

"Let's get started."

The other end agreed to hang up.

Zhou Qingwan smiled softly, her slender fingers turned the clear cup, and the crystal chandelier hanging down through the glass.

The gorgeous light was a little dazzling, and Zhou Qingwan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Beautiful eyes are charming and enchanting.

"Zhou Qingwan," Zhang Peng kicked the door open with a slam.

Zhou Qingwan was startled, her eyes immediately glared, and her beautifully lined back was tightly guarded.

Zhang Peng walked up to her step by step and stared at her fiercely.

"What do you want to do?"

Zhou Qingwan made a wrong step back and put a wine rack on her back.

"You really want to divorce me?"

Zhang Peng asked in a hoarse voice.

He is far taller than Zhou Qingwan, and he feels very oppressive when he possesses him slightly.

Zhou Qingwan staggered to the side so that the air could circulate.

"Han Wei has already told you about this? I don't think it's necessary to say it again," she moved to the door without a trace.

"You try moving again," Zhang Peng turned his head and stared at her eyes like a beast that was devoured by someone.

Zhou Qingwan immediately froze.

Zhang Peng slowly walked over, and wanted to step on Zhou Qingwan's heart every step.

"I don't agree with this," he whispered, "you don't want to leave me."

He stared at her coldly, knowing that her face was pale and her eyes showed fear, so he took the wine glass in her hand and drank it all.

Zhou Qingwan pursed her lips tightly and her eyes drooped to cover up the resentment she showed.

Zhang Peng turned around and left.

Soon, a deafening door sound came downstairs.

Zhou Qingwan shook and slowly let go of her back.

The helper came up quickly and saw that Zhou Qingwan was fine, so he carefully retreated.

Zhou Qingwan hugged her shoulders and squatted down with stiffness.

When will this day come to an end?

In Luo's house, Changqing came to the back garden with a smile on his face.

Luo's father was watering the flowers. When he saw her coming, he immediately opened his eyes.

"Old Luo," Chang Qing's smile froze when Minghuanghuang shook her eyes and walked to him.

"The flowers have risen well recently, and they have better cooking than the gardener," she said. "If I had known you would have done this, the gardener would have saved money."

"What do you want to do?"

Luo's father put down the flower pot and turned his head coldly.

Since she was young, she would do this as long as she had something to want.

He didn't care in the past, but as long as he said something, someone would send it.

But now, he is unemployed at home and only has that little salary every month.

She doesn't like that little money.

"What are you talking about?"

Evergreen changes face.

"I'm very angry at you, you're not happy, right?"

Luo's father looked at her for a while, thinking that life would always go on, so he slowed down his tone.

"I'm not right."

He washed his hands with the faucet beside him and said casually, "Didn't go out?"

Changqing rolled his eyes and smiled, "Our dad is so sick, how can I still have the heart to go out?"

Luo's father paused and his lips tightened.

If she hadn't been talking too much at that time, her father wouldn't have been angry with him, and he wouldn't have seen him yet.
To be continued...