My divorce is going crazy! My husband's whole family is dumbfounded

Wen Lan didn't expect to receive feedback from the real estate agency so quickly and was very excited.

"Hello, Xiao Chen, is there anyone..."

"Ms. Wen, I took my clients to see the house and they were quite satisfied."

"I want to confirm with you again. The monthly rent for the entire house is 5000 yuan. Are you sure?"

Xiao Chen asked her.

"I'm sure! Lease for half a year first? No problem! Sign the contract tonight? Okay!"

Wen Lan entrusted the house in Kangya Garden where her parents-in-law lived to an agent and rented it out.

The property rights of this house are under Wen Lan's name.

There is only Wen Lan's name on the property certificate.

It's a good idea that she could come up with.

When she negotiated with Song Yinong for the first time, the scumbag kept saying that he "only recognizes the property certificate."

Okay, then just do as you wish, you scumbag!

Destroy your nest!

Wen Lan had a solid command over Song Yinong.

The rent she charged was the lowest among similar apartments in the surrounding communities.

The fast transaction speed is natural.

When Wen Lan told Secretary Nan about this plan.

He said that he was "giving others what they would have given him."

Secretary Nan immediately responded by quoting Sun Tzu's Art of War.

They said she was "encircling Wei to save Zhao, waiting for the enemy to tire out."

My parents-in-law gave up their house in Kangya Garden and rushed to live in Wen Lan's house.

Not only did he kick her out of the master bedroom, he also made her sleep in the warm little room.

Where does that warmth live?

They don't even care about getting warm enough to go to school!

Wen Lan originally thought that the couple had two houses in their names.

Although she had the lion's share.

But she can take a little loss, just one set for each person.

She also didn't mind being allocated the house in Qinfangyuan, which was small and old.

Although it is a school district house, it is only 80 square meters.

The 150-square-meter apartment in Kangya Garden has a higher market price.

If she takes this house, Wen Nuan can walk to school in just a few minutes every day.

But Song Yinong and his parents were obsessed with money and were totally ungrateful.

They even dared to make a fuss about the ownership of the property certificate!

Ok!

You don't tell the facts, you have no conscience, and you only recognize the real estate certificate, right?

You have a house but you don't want to live in it, so you want to kick me out of my own home, right?

Then, I will deal with you according to your principles!

Wen Lan successfully rented out the house in Kangya Garden.

The rent is 5000 yuan, all of which is used to subsidize the household and raise children.

The rental contract has been signed.

Wen Lan called the moving company as planned.

After briefly explaining the situation.

“I hope you can help pack the boxes and deliver them to the self-storage.”

"There is an elevator at home. The distance between the two places is about six kilometers."

Wen Lan made a request.

She made an appointment with the moving company to come tomorrow.

Then she placed an order for a storage warehouse on the mini storage app.

Everything is ready! All you need to do is pay.

The moving cost is 3000 yuan.

The mini storage requires a prepayment of 2000, but the rent will not be received until the day after tomorrow.

Wen Lan checked her account.

If the money is not enough, I have to ask my parents for a loan.

Alas... there is only 2086 yuan in the savings card.

Wen Lan checked her salary card again in vain, she knew it was futile.

I haven't even worked for a full month at the IELTS Hotel Group and the HR department won't pay me.

"Your current account balance is thirty thousand yuan."

What? Wen Lan thought she was dreaming.

She pressed the key again and listened to it again.

"Your current account balance is thirty thousand yuan."

Wen Lan checked the details again.

It turned out that the account was entered the day after she met Bu Yufan and Secretary Nan at the entrance of the police station.

Oh my god!

Wen Lan quickly called Secretary Nan.

Secretary Nan's voice sounded a little laggy.

"Oh, yes, Bu Yufan asked the human resources director to go to the bank in person that day."

"Bu Yufan said that your husband beat you, and if you want to divorce you must have money."

Boom!

Wen Lan covered her face in disbelief, tears streaming down her face.

What good fortune has come to me?

I can't believe I met such a righteous man like Bu Yufan!

"Secretary Nan? Are you okay?"

"Your voice sounds strange, like you're drunk."

Wen Lan was anxious.

"Drunk, drunk."

"Secretary Nan, can you say it again?"

"I said I vomited, I drank too much!"

Wen Lan took advantage of the fact that Nan Yun still had a shred of rationality.

I quickly asked him where he was drinking.

Then she took an online taxi.

I even checked the most expensive model and hurried over.

In the KTV box, she found Nan Yunshang slumped on the sofa.

"Secretary Nan? It's me. I'm here. Can I take you back?"

She threw a hot towel over it.

He helped Nan Yunshang wipe his face, just like treating his brother.

"You can't go back. You can't go back! Let's talk. Let's talk about business."

Wen Lan heard Secretary Nan's intermittent narration.

I have roughly figured out the cause and effect of this drinking party.

The partners were afraid that Bu Yufan's gossip would bring negative effects and wanted to withdraw their investment from the project.

Secretary Nan used his connections to make an appointment with the bigwigs from the capital side.

The negotiations went exceptionally smoothly.

This boss’s surname is Du and he is from the north.

They love drinking and singing, so after dinner they came to this super luxurious KTV.

"Hey, who is this lady? Secretary Nan, please introduce her."

The big boss of the capital had no ill intentions, he just got drunk and didn't stop until he had a good drink.

It's the subordinates of this big boss who seem to be trying to make things difficult for others.

"Miss Wen, I like women like you."

Wen Lan was not afraid.

"What style am I, Brother Zheng?"

"She is beautiful, elegant, and feminine."

"You flatter me too much, Brother Zheng."

"Ms. Wen, how about you blow up this bottle and we continue our cooperation!"

Mr. Zheng pointed at the foreign wine on the table.

Wen Lan took a look and saw it was a bottle of expensive whiskey.

This kind of wine costs 10,000 yuan a bottle even in the supermarket.

Not to mention it was in this super luxurious KTV.

"Boss Zheng, are you kidding me or are you serious?"

Wen Lan turned off the song in the song ordering system.

Holding the microphone, I asked him every word clearly.

"I never lie to women!" Mr. Zheng promised.

"Okay! Then I'll blow a bottle of liquor to celebrate our continued cooperation!"

Wen Lan talks all the time, definitely the king of atmosphere.

She is just like that, and she has a very strong ability to control the situation.

As long as she wants, she can liven up any situation.

But if she doesn't want to,

No matter who you are, she won't give you face.

"Miss Wen, I like women with your personality the most. It's refreshing! So cool!"

Mr. Zheng felt a little bit of admiration.

"But Mr. Zheng, I don't like foreign liquor. I want to drink our own liquor."

"No, no, that won't work. Liquor with a concentration of over 30% is boring to drink!"

Mr. Zheng disagrees.

"Don't worry, I want to drink... Erguotou."

Wen Lan remained calm and played the game normally.

President Zheng's face changed and he looked a little dazed.

This woman is really crazy. She actually dares to drink Erguotou?

Mr. Zheng transferred a 1,000 yuan tip to the KTV waiter.

I asked someone to go to the convenience store and buy a 500ml bottle of Erguotou.

Wen Lan took three whiskey glasses.

Divide a bottle of Erguotou into three cups.

She raised her glass, showed some respect to the bosses, and drank the first glass.

After drinking the strong liquor, she didn't even frown.

"Wen Lan, are you crazy? I'll drink it, I'll drink it!"

Secretary Nan struggled to get up, but Wen Lan held down his shoulders.