MTL - Best Ex-wife: President, Don’t Count on Me-Chapter 17 The word warm is the biggest irony

Two billion? !!

Even the onlookers could not help but take a breath.

Where is such a high maintenance fee? The lion opened his mouth. This isn't exactly ridiculous!

Warm smiled softly, "I knew I was going out of the imperial family to go out of the house, and I had no money. It was such a costly maintenance fee that Wen always calculated!"

"Who says you are penniless? You are now holding ten percent of the Imperial Family in your hands. In this city, who dares to compare with you except Imperial Family? No money, it is the same to pay the debt. Wen Zhongyong said so loudly that Hongguoguo expressed his coveted interest in the shares.

There is a characteristic of warmth. You can say that she may also be soft-hearted, and the more you want to do whatever you want to do, the more she will die with you to the end.

Seeing Wen Zhongyong's thorough showdown, it was clear that he needed to grab the shares in his hands, warm and not panicked, but instead rolled up the book of equity transfer and gently tapped in his palm.

Wen Zhongyong looked like a gift: "You have to transfer the equity to me immediately. I can ignore the past. You can also be my daughter of Wen Zhongyong!"

Warm looked up and smiled at Wen Zhongyong, "I will cherish this before, but now I am not rare!"

Wen Zhongyong's face couldn't stop for a moment, and he shouted angrily: "Warm, don't give your face a shame! In this case, let's meet in court!"

I have just played this trick, do you want to play again?

A warm eyebrow raised her eyebrows, "Want to find me for maintenance? Okay, so I also have an account to calculate with Wen's family. But Wen doesn't have to worry, not to find you, but to find your daughter! "

"It's not a matter of warmth! You shouldn't bring the warmth in!" Luo Qiuyun rushed to warmth immediately, screaming anxiously, where is the former crying life?

Wen Zhongyong also looked at Warm with a tense expression and warned viciously, "You don't mess around!"

"Worried? It's different, biologically." Warm looked up and glanced upstairs, "I just don't know what Mrs. Wen was doing when she knelt in public just now?"

With such a big movement, how could it not be warm? It must be hiding somewhere and watching. However, for her image of everyone, even if her mother kneels, she can't bear to say a word, this is a good daughter they pet and protect!

The blood on Luo Qiuyun's face faded quickly, and Wen Zhongyong's fat face rose into a pig's liver color.

"We are discussing the issue of maintenance, don't change the topic!" Wen Zhongyong rebuked.

"Well then, when you told me not to pay the maintenance the next day, we will discuss the issue of warm infringement." Warm said lightly, like talking about the weather today.

But when the couple Wen Zhongyong heard these words, their faces suddenly turned pale.

Seeing the warm turn and leaving, Wen Zhongyong hurriedly scolded: "Stop!"

Wen warm stopped and looked over at Wen Zhongyong, "what else did Wen command?"

"When did Axin infringe? You don't want to talk about it, nonsense, and ruin her reputation here! Otherwise, we have the right to sue and slander you!"

"Okay, let's sue! It just happened to show the originals of my design drawings."

"No! Warm and warm, you don't sue Axin for infringement, we don't want your maintenance, no penny!" Luo Qiuyun cried. She was just a housewife who was usually left at home by Wen Zhongyong. She hadn't seen much in the world. She heard the warmth and kept the design draft of that year. When she couldn't carry it, she admitted it all at once.

A victorious smile appeared on the warm face, but the heart was colder.

At the time of Luo Qiuyun's cry, she had destroyed all the original sketches, but she could not see Wen Zhongyong's high and insatiable expression, and wanted to give him a bit of a block.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qiuyun almost broke down when he heard something warm and immediately compromised.

When she was to be brought to court by Wen Zhongyong to ask for maintenance, she was standing indifferent!

Wen Zhongyong glanced at Luo Qiuyun fiercely, and whispered, "Things that are not enough to succeed are more than defeat!"

Luo Qiuyun cried again and again: "Don't think of a warm idea, she doesn't want to take out the shares, don't worry! Do you really want to watch our warm trouble? That's our only daughter!"

The only daughter!

Warm aside his face, closed his eyes, pretending that nothing was heard. But in an invisible corner at the bottom of my heart, there was an empty leak.

"Well, warm, you give up the right to sue for warmth, we won't ask you for the support for the past 20 years, all grievances and write-offs!" Wen Zhongyong looked at Warm and said Shen Sheng.

At this moment, he is completely the face of a merchant.

The warm heart has already been completely cold, Weiyang's face is cold and proud, "Okay, all grudges, write off!"

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"Spoken without a word, based on words! We signed an agreement, so many journalist friends are here to witness for us!"

After all, Wen Zhongyong is a man who has spent many years in Shanghai, doing things well. In order to prevent the future from being warm and remorseful, he will kill him with a bite of warmth.

A warm smile: "I have no opinion."

Sign it, sign it, anyway, it has turned into a revenge, and it is not bad to add a block!

Soon, Wen Zhongyong ordered people to bring paper and pen, and wrote the agreement on the spot. The agreement clearly stipulated that the gold-winning work of the Qiaoshou Cup Fashion Design Contest was owned by all, warmly gave up all rights of prosecution for infringement, and destroyed all manuscripts of the year. Correspondingly, as a compensation, the Wen family did not ask Warm for the maintenance payments of these 20 years, and since then they have settled their grievances.

Neither Warmth nor Wen Zhongyong were vague, and the two exchanged signatures soon, stamped their seals, and the agreement came into effect.

From this moment on, warmth is no longer Miss Wen, but a passerby.

Just after divorcing, Wen warmly took her ex-husband to court, and immediately acknowledged his false accusation and publicly apologized. Then, Wen Zhongyong held a press conference to dissolve the relationship with the shameful daughter, to support him, and to sign an agreement one by one. It's more wonderful than singing a big show!

The reporters were so addicted that they all pointed their cameras at the warm father and daughter, and live broadcasted the entire process of signing the parent-child relationship agreement.

Since then, the bridge has returned to the bridge, and the road has returned, the warmth has returned to the orphan in the true sense.

Everyone thought that this big drama had come to an end, and when it was about to be finished, things turned a corner again--

Wen Zhongyong couldn't wait for the warm and good agreement, and then he couldn't wait to say: "Now, let's talk about the ownership of the ten percent stake in your hands!"

It's hard to hide the greedy indifference in the tone, completely the face of a businessman.

Not dead yet!

This time, warmth put sarcasm directly on his face.

"Mr. Wen, if I remember correctly, we have just signed the agreement to sever the relationship between father and daughter, and then no matter how many shares I have in my hand, we have no relationship with Mr. Wen. What a good idea to grab something from my hands? "

Wen Zhongyong blushed and quickly said, "Huh! I'll scarce you a little bit? But since we are no longer related, then I don't need to be polite with you. Naturally, the ownership of some things must be clearly distinguished. of!"

"Oh, Mr. Wen, please!"

Raising her eyebrows warmly, she made a "please" gesture to Wen Zhongyong. Let me see, to what extent can you be shameless?

Wen Zhongyong cleared his throat and made a majestic gesture, and said without hesitation: "I remember when you married the emperor, the emperor once promised in public that 10% Shares as a gift. At that time you were still my daughter of the Wen family. Since it was a gift, shouldn't this share belong to the mother's family? "

Laughing warmly, "I also remember that before the marriage, the emperor had personally explained that the gift was to be given to the emperor's family to inherit the talent. Unfortunately, I was swept out of the house less than a month after I married the emperor. The heir is no longer born, so if you are not willing, you can come to your home to find the old man! "

"You!" Wen Zhongyong became furious and angry. "Where did the shares in your hands come from?"

"Ha! You just think about it now!"

"Mr. Wen, do you know? I just sent you a share transfer book today!"

"In order to repay you for your upbringing over the past two decades, I used my last face and self-esteem to exchange life-saving straw for you, but unfortunately, you don't want me anymore, hahaha"

Warm smiles and tears came out.

The expression on Wen Zhongyong's face was changing rapidly, suspicious, painful, and upset

"Wan Nuan, did you really send us a share transfer letter?"

"Otherwise?" Warm still smiled, but the tears on her face made her smile uglier than crying.

"Warm warm"

"Don't call me that! I hate this name! Why do you name me warm, but you never give me a little warmer?"

"Yes, I am the child you picked up, but after all, it is your child! To be honest, sometimes I really admire the warmth, but she does not dispute anything, but she can have everything."

"I told myself countless times that she was born. I picked it up. It ’s good to eat with food. The kids I picked up were not qualified to be jealous! But since you ca n’t love me well, why did you pick me up? ? "

"When you poured my dirty water down for the sake of warmth, when you fell down the rocks, when you took my share at all costs and shamelessly, did you ever think that I am also your child?"

"Since you can't give me warmth, why give me this name? The word warmth is the biggest irony!"

The aggrieved feelings of the past few days, let the warm and hissing exhausted the grievances that have been accumulated in the heart for many years.