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It was early morning when the farce ended.

The twelve lawyers who arrived overnight were dissolved.

But Zhang Xiaojian certainly didn't treat them badly, and the money that should be given was not less.

However, a few of them felt that the money was really ashamed and returned it.

Zhang Xiaojian asked Yan Ci to write down this love, and then he took Lao Wang into a business car. The old Wang who was already awake in the car looked left and looked again, always feeling very unreal.

The unreality comes from the luxurious decoration on the car, from Zhang Xiaojian sitting next to him, and from everything that happened tonight.

If you did not meet Zhang Xiaojian today, Lao Wang might choose someone to digest the matter silently. Tomorrow, he might go to the company to hand in his resignation and then lose his job.

It's not that he never thought about reporting the crime, but for this matter, it is probably useless to report it himself.

But Zhang Xiaojian helped him do everything he wanted to do.

He not only slapped the dialect.

In front of the so-called President Li and his colleagues, the dialect face was completely wiped out.

This should be very comfortable, it should be very refreshing.

But in fact, Lao Wang didn't feel so comfortable and refreshed. He looked at Zhang Xiaojian, thinking that the lawyers asked the most practical question: "How much does a lawyer cost? I pay the money."

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Pharaoh and laughed.

Looking back in my mind, I used to have no money to eat, but Pharaoh borrowed money to eat, and the scene when he went to his house to eat.

"Tell me anything for money."

Lao Wang didn't take it seriously, just sighed: "I guess I can't afford it either."

Zhang Xiaojian patted him on the shoulder and said to the driver, "Ronghua Community."

He still remembers Lao Wang's house.

The commercial vehicle drove smoothly and steadily.

In the car, Zhang Xiaojian and Ye Mozhu, who had walked home with Zheng Jiaxuan on KTV, sent two WeChat messages, reported safety, and glanced at the WeChat group. Bai Yang and Zheng Jiakai were all home, and they chatted a few more words.

Lao Wang had been looking out the window, seeing Jiang Cheng's not-good-looking night gradually lost his mind.

Opening the window, he took out another cigarette and left Zhang Xiaojian's side face to take two sips, but if he put on a handsome face, it is probably a girl's movement, but his face is too fat, and his face is still a little light. Hen doesn't look handsome, but rather aggrieved.

After a while, the commercial vehicle stopped smoothly.

Zhang Xiaojian glanced at the old community outside the window and said, "Here."

Lao Wang frowned, "Would you like to go up and sit down?"

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head: "No, sister-in-law and children are all asleep, what am I going to do?"

Lao Wang opened the door of the car, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, and stomped it out. Standing by the side of the road under the fairly bright moonlight tonight, he smiled reluctantly at Zhang Xiaojian sitting in the car.

"I am divorced."

Late in the autumn night, he breathed.

Zhang Xiaojian, who was sitting in the car, gasped three times, but still did not react.

The reason why he couldn't react was because Zhang Xiaojian knew how much Pharaoh loved his wife and children.

Don’t leave a penny a month’s salary, don’t say anything. As long as you have any work at home, don’t look at him getting fat, but he will always rush to do it.

Lao Wang's wife Zhang Xiaojian has also met.

He is not outstanding, but he has a good temperament. He speaks softly and looks like a good wife and mother.

It was the first time that Zhang Xiaojian had a meal at Lao Wang's house, and felt that these two people would definitely live a lifetime.

However, he said that he left.

Zhang Xiaojian sat in the car and touched his pocket, took out the cigarette he had asked for Baiyang before, lit one, and said to the driver: "You go first, I have something else."

"Good Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Xiaojian got out of the car and stood shoulder to shoulder with Lao Wang in the cold wind. One had just pinched a cigarette and the other had just lighted a cigarette, staring at the old community in front of him.

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"Because of what?"

"Didn't she change to a new job."

"Ok?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand, and changed a new job, what does it have to do with divorce?

"Good job,

Zhang Xiaojian understood the meaning of this sentence, only thinking about the gentle appearance of Lao Wang's previous wife, and could only say in his heart, this person, there is no constant, the key is how to change.

Of course, there must be a story in it. Zhang Xiaojian didn't ask, but said: "Why, drink some more?"

"There is wine at home."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded, wrapped his coat, and walked into the community side by side with Lao Wang's.

The light in the corridor was broken and it was dark.

Lao Wang took Zhang Xiaojian and opened the door of his own house.

It's just that the home doesn't have the same temperature as before. Turning on the lights in the living room also doesn't have the cleanliness of the past.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the cans in the same place, the take-out lunch boxes piled up on the table, and the dirty floor. He could tell that Lao Wang must have had a bad time recently, very badly.

So thinking that he had lost his job again today, he couldn't help but really hurt the fat man in front of him.

Lao Wang also quickly took out a big garbage bag, and he was not polite, calling Zhang Xiaojian to pack it together.

After cleaning up, he took out a cold beer in the refrigerator, and the only thing to go with was two bags of alcoholic peanuts.

Two people drank like this, one on the sofa and one on the coffee table.

The curtains were not drawn, and it was not long after they had drunk that they saw that the sky was faintly bright outside, and Zhang Xiaojian ate a peanut and asked, "Where is the child?"

"No sentence, now follow her mother."

"you think?"

Lao Wang took a sip of wine: "I want the child to follow me."

"Do you know who the child wants to talk to?"

"She told me she wanted to talk to me."

Zhang Xiaojian nodded: "Let the twelve teams form a group and file a divorce lawsuit for you."

Lao Wang: "Then you can't scare the opponent to death."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows: "Although I am not clear about the matter, if she is sorry for you, there is no need to have a good face."

Lao Wang shook his head, took a sip of wine without speaking, but Zhang Xiaojian noticed that his eyes were red.

The old Wang with red eyes noticed Zhang Xiaojian's gaze, and then smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay." But his eyes became redder and foggy, and his eyes fascinated him.

For him, perhaps mentioning that woman does not make his mood change so drastically, the key is to talk about the child.

Everyone has weakness, and the child is the weakness of Pharaoh.

As long as I think of children, I want to cry.

A man in his forties, his eyes became redder because of such a simple sentence, he wiped it with his hand, and then his nose twitched again.

Seeing that he endured quite uncomfortably, Zhang Xiaojian said, "Cry if you want to cry."

So Lao Wang cried. He didn't cry too much. He just sat on the sofa and couldn't stop the tears, and his fat body couldn't help but pump.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't hand over the paper, didn't even look at him, he just sat on the coffee table and looked at the sky gradually lit up outside the window, thinking that tomorrow's weather would be fine.

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