Eat chicken and eat the goddess

Yan Zhen drove the car to the Yan family's old house in no time. She stopped the car before entering the garage and got out of the car in a hurry.

The door of the living room was open, Yan Qingwu was sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, while the old butler was cleaning up the newspapers and sundries on the coffee table.

Seeing Yan Zhen who walked in hurriedly, Yan Qingwu was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and smiled with his legs up.

"Why are you back, have you heard the news?"

Yan Zhen glanced at him indifferently, then turned around and asked the housekeeper anxiously.

"Uncle Yan, where's grandpa?"

Hearing Yan Zhen's question, the old housekeeper, who was dressed in a suit and had his hair neatly combed, bowed slightly and replied respectfully.

"The chairman is in the study, talking to the young lady and uncle."

"Thank you, Uncle Yan."

Yan Zhen nodded, and after a slight pause, he walked towards the stairs.

When Yan Zhen walked up the stairs, Yan Qingwu snorted coldly and complained to the old housekeeper.

"Uncle Yan, did you see that you are so old that you don't know how to be polite, and you don't even say hello when you see Second Uncle."

The old butler smiled and said nothing, but continued to tidy up the things on the coffee table.

Yan Zhen walked up the stairs quickly, Yan Li's study was tightly closed, the cold and heavy mahogany door seemed to separate the two worlds.

Grandpa's study room will only let people in when talking about important things. In Yan Zhen's memory, except that when he was a child, his grandfather would take her into the study room when he taught her calligraphy. When he grows up, he will probably only let her in when he chooses a major. once.

In Yan Zhen's memory, the big study room full of bookshelves was terribly cold.

My sister-in-law and my uncle entered the study together this time.

Faced with the father who has been oppressing him, and the husband who is so respectful and now tearing his face, and the sister-in-law who was injured in Baihui just now, I don't know if I can bear it.

Yan Zhen knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside, and no one came to open the door.

She stood quietly outside the door, frowning tightly, anxious in her heart.

After waiting for a while, a voice finally came from the door.

It was just Yan Li's furious roar.

"Get out, get out of this door, and never come back. I won't be your daughter."

The door was jerked open.

Yan Qingsu walked out pale and resolute, his thin body trembling slightly, but stubbornly refused to look back, and walked straight out of the room.

Yan Zhen stepped forward and grabbed Yan Qingsu's hand.

"Sister."

Yan Qingsu's hand was terribly cold, without any warmth, trembling slightly in Yan Zhen's hand.

Yan Li suppressed his anger, bypassed Li Shijing, who was pale and stunned in front of the desk, and walked to the door.

"You wait."

Yan Qingsu froze, turned his back to Yan Li, and asked calmly.

"Any thing else?"

Yan Li stood by the door with a lacquered cane, his sharp and bright eyes like eagle eyes were full of anger, he took a deep breath and said coldly.

"Since you have made up your mind to divorce Shijing and leave your household, then you understand what I mean. If you want to divorce, you will no longer be part of my Yan family, and all the real estate I will give you will not be yours. Apart from you, as long as it belongs to my Yan family, you don't want to take anything away."

Yan Qingsu didn't look back, she bit her lip, her eyes were misty.

Although her body was trembling as if she could not stand still, she still stubbornly straightened her back and refused to give in, resolute and determined.

"Okay, don't worry. I'll give you back everything you gave me except this life."

Yan Zhen didn't open her mouth to speak, she understood that all the comfort and persuasion at this time were useless, the only thing she could do was to support Yan Qingsu so that she wouldn't lose her footing.

Yan Li looked at the little daughter in front of him in disbelief, he never thought that one day this daughter whom he had loved and loved since childhood would break with him in such a decisive way.

He laughed back in anger, and said three good times loudly.

"Good, good, good."

Every word crashed into Yan Qingsu's heart.

Yan Li waved his hand, and without looking at Yan Qingsu again, he turned around and slammed the door shut.

"Go away, don't come back in the future, I will pretend that I don't have your daughter."

Yan Qingsu held onto Yan Zhen's hand tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the only life-saving straw, the sound of the door closing heavily, like opening a valve, the tears that had lingered in his eyes for a long time finally burst out .

She leaned against Yan Zhen tremblingly and weakly, begging softly.

"Xiaozhen, take me out of here."

Yan Qingwu stood at the stairs and poked his head around. Seeing Yan Zhen supporting Yan Qing down, he walked back nonchalantly, sat back on the sofa, took a sip of coffee, and smiled gloatingly at the corner of his mouth.

He sighed faintly pretending to be regretful, but what he said at this time was extraordinarily sarcastic.

"Oh, Xiao Su, Shi Jing is also very nice, why do you insist on divorcing him? You don't hesitate to sever ties with the old man. You should know the old man's temper. If he pushes you away like this, you may come back later. not coming."

Yan Zhen frowned tightly, looking at his second uncle who was sitting on the sofa as an afterthought.

At this time, he still wants to provoke my sister-in-law with sarcastic remarks.

Yan Qingsu stopped in her tracks, she looked at Yan Qingwu coldly, and said coldly with a sarcastic smile.

"Second brother, I'm leaving, shouldn't you be happy."

Yan Qingwu crossed Erlang's legs, supported the sofa with one hand, turned his head to look at Yan Qingsu, pretending to be sad.

"Hey, why am I happy? You say she is my own sister. Although you usually have a better relationship with your eldest brother. But I am also your second brother. If you leave, I will never see you again. What am I happy about? I'm sad it's too late."

Yan Qingsu just smiled faintly on his pale face, pressed Yan Zhen's hand, and said in a low voice.

"Xiaozhen, let's go."

Ignoring Yan Qingwu any more, Yan Zhen supported Yan Qingsu and left the Yan family's old house.

After getting in the car, Yan Zhen drove all the way to his apartment.

Yan Qingsu sat in the co-pilot leaning against the seat and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Yan Zhen didn't ask Yan Qingsu anything, nor did she offer comfort, she just drove seriously.

After a while, the car slowly stopped in front of the red light, Yan Qingsu finally opened his eyes,

"Xiaozhen, can you help me buy a ticket to London tomorrow."

Yan Zhen was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Yan Qingsu, and said in surprise.

"tomorrow?"

Yan Qingsu nodded.

"Well, tomorrow."

Yan Zhen tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"Then, when will you be back?"

Yan Qingsu didn't answer. She waited until the car started, almost driving to the downstairs of the apartment building, before she opened her mouth. She took a deep breath and smiled wryly.

"Probably not coming back."