Kim Jong-nam's company has been established for a few years. When she met him, he had just established a company for more than a year, and she had only married him for three years. In these three years, although she has brought him more or less connections as a painter, it is undeniable that the entire company is still done by his own efforts.

She looked at the divorce agreement, thinking of his hard work and hard work for the company over the years, her heart couldn't help but feel ache, so she pushed the divorce agreement to him, and was about to say that I don't need so much property, I just want to terminate the marriage.

Unfortunately, before she could speak, Lan Ruoshui's voice rushed to the door.

"Zhengnan, the company is made by you alone, so you earn it back by yourself. How can you share half of it with her? She has never made any contribution to this company," she said.

Lan Ruoshui's voice was filled with heartache for Kim Jong-nam's generous leave, and she couldn't help but remind him: "Zheng-nam, Ruyu has made a lot of money in painting for a year. You won't be able to afford to eat when she leaves, and you won't starve to death. You don't need to share so much property for her."

Ruyu originally didn't want Kim Jong-nam's property, because money has always been something outside her body, and she has always taken it very lightly.

However, at this moment, Lan Ruoshui was in conflict with this, and she looked at the pair of dogs standing in front of her, but in an instant she decided that she would make up for this half of her property.

"Does I afford to eat have nothing to do with Miss Lan?" Ruyu's cold eyes hit Lan Ruoshui's face, and said sarcastically: "Besides, Miss Lan, who are you here to stop this matter now? Before Kim Jong-nam and I got the divorce certificate, it seems that you are just a Saner. I have never heard that Saner has the right to intervene in how to divide the property between a couple."

Kim Jong-nam's face became instinctively sunk after hearing Ruyu's words. She was obviously dissatisfied with her calling Lan Ruoshui San'er at this time, but she still didn't make any noise. She just said in a deep voice: "Okay, Che Ruyu, I've given you so much that I should give you, so don't say anything more, sign your signature quickly."

Ruyu's pen that was originally holding in his hand, ready to sign, stopped in the air again. He raised his eyes and looked at the man and woman in front of him, and his heart was instinctively skipped a beat. Hurry up? Why should he hurry up? They just want to come together openly?

She didn't let them get what they wanted, so she sneered at the man she once knew and is so strange now: "Hurry up, why are you in such a hurry? Don't you say you'll have to take a few days off? I think it doesn't matter how many years you take a long time. Anyway, in two or three years, the child may not be able to make a soy sauce."

Ruyu had never thought before that one day, she would say such mean and vicious words, because she always felt that she had nothing to do with mean and viciousness.

Now it seems that people are often forced out. When you are bullied to a certain extent, you don’t care about so many things and will instinctively resist the people who bully you.
Chapter completed!