The court's summons was sent to Han Yuan early. When he received the summons, Han Yuan called the wooden house to make a big noise at the meeting, but unexpectedly Su Kui answered the phone and touched him. Not to mention his gray nose, he was even ridiculed.
Finally, he threw down a sentence, "Let's go and see!" He picked up the phone.
Whether it is pretending to be calm or full of confidence is not known.
Su Kui wore a haute couture autumn outfit today, pink pullover with white pleated skirt, full of girlish flavor.
She stayed quietly with Muhan the whole time until the divorce judgment was issued. Since Su Kui was an adult and had her own independent thoughts, the judge asked her opinion about who she would live with.
The answer is self-evident. When Su Kui and Muhan walked out of the court hall together, the bright autumn sun softly reflected on Muhan's face, and the dazzling light magnified the wrinkles on her face to the point where there was nowhere to hide. But it is undeniable that she is still beautiful.
With a kind of elegance and nobleness unique to mature women, beauty has never distinguished age, Su Kui agrees with this sentence very much.
After going out, Muhan called the driver to send Su Kui home, and she was naturally pulled by a group of sisters and friends who were on the jury to celebrate her finally leaving the sea of suffering and returning to being single.
Shrugging, Su Kui let her go.
The original plot of the world is slowly but unswervingly deviating from its trajectory. Su Kui is very satisfied with this.
Since there is sufficient evidence of Han Yuan's derailment, his biggest flaw is probably a sixteen-year-old illegitimate daughter, which he can't hide even if he wants to cover it up.
Therefore, the judge rejected his request to divide the family property, and instead heeded Muhan's opinion. Except for the income from his work these years, all other things could not be taken away.
Muhan won, and Han Yuan, can be said to have gone out of the house.
When he went to court, his spirit immediately languished. The clothes he had been taken care of by Muhan since his marriage came to stretch out his mouth for food, eat in a five-star restaurant, wear haute couture, and drive millions of cars in and out. Inviting guests to spend a lot of money, and these are all capitals that rely on Muhan.
Nowadays, except for the income from his work, nothing else belongs to him. This is how he accepts it.
Before going out, he could already expect that from now on, he would completely fall from the altar to hell. I don't know how many people were hiding in the shadows, lest he fell hard enough, and wanted to wait for an opportunity to kick him again.
The sun outside is very dazzling, and the eyes are hot, swollen and sour, and there is an urge to cry.
He squinted his eyes and suddenly looked at the slender figure wearing a navy blue dress and half-closed shawl. That figure was as elegant and calm as ever, with an indescribable taste of woman.
Until the figure got into the car, a roar of the car sounded, and the exhaust gas from the rear of the car completely disappeared from the line of sight.
It seems like a world away, but it's just so--
Life has returned to calm again, if there weren't one or two little mice in the stinking ditch who would always hide in the dark and damp sewer to peek at her.
Su Kui thought she would be more satisfied.
Another morning passed, and today Su Kui had a ruby hairpin pinned on top of his head. Under the sun, it was as red as blood.
Su Kui took off the hairpin and played with it in the quality inspection. The blood-red gem was turned over on the thin white jade fingertips, and it even gave people a feeling that the palms were shining brightly.