Chapter 1

——Ding Dong——

Mobile phone message prompt sound.

"Please go to the hospital to donate blood as soon as possible." When Su Nan saw this message, she looked stunned for a while, and her chest seemed to have been hit hard.

The person who sent the message said "husband".

——Ding Dong——

Then there was another message. The bank card received a transfer of 500000 yuan.

Read the history: "remember to go to the hospital."

Transfer 500000 yuan.

"Remember to donate blood to the hospital."

Transfer 500000 yuan.

"Please go to the hospital at once."

Transfer 500000 yuan.

……

After three years of marriage, fuyechuan took the initiative to contact her in order to let her go to the hospital to donate blood. No, sell blood to... Qiao Wanrou.

And he treats himself like a stranger forever.

This month, it has been three times, exceeding the load of her body.

Su Nan sat on the sofa with some sour and fuzzy eyes. Yesterday, in order to wait for him to get off work, she was drenched in the rain at the door for more than an hour. Today, she was sick and dizzy, so she didn't go to the company. Fuyechuan... Probably didn't know that she had a fever.

"Cough..."

Su Nan was holding her mobile phone and hesitating to reply. Suddenly, a strange text message broke her last persistence and self-esteem.

"Even if you are Mrs. Fu, you are just a cover. You have occupied this position shamelessly for three years. Did Fu YeChuan look at you more? He rested with me last night. If I were you, I would find a rope to hang. You are a junior!"

the other woman

Su Nan felt a little depressed and shocked. She was a well deserved Mrs. Fu. She gave up her relatives and friends and managed a three-year marriage. How could she be called such a mean word?

His chest seemed to be hit hard by something. The feelings accumulated in those humble days suddenly broke to the ground.

And then a photo was sent to her mobile phone. It was Fu YeChuan's calm sleeping face. Her handsome facial features were like carved works, which made her infatuated with moths flying into the fire, as if to verify what she had just said.

The woman who snuggled up on his shoulder was Qiao Wanrou. Although they both closed their eyes, Qiao Wanrou's upturned mouth betrayed her soberness at the moment.

They are like a pair of intimate lovers!

The mobile phone suddenly rang. It was the phone of Fu's old house.

Subconsciously, Qu Qing, fuyechuan's mother, began to urge her to give orders, without any hesitation.

"Su Nan, have you forgotten what day it is today? The servant has a rest today. Come and cook quickly!"

Su Nan sneered and hung up the phone without saying a word!

She has been careful to treat fuyechuan, maintaining a weak marriage.

In the company, everyone looked down on her, but she still played the role of secretary with all her heart.

In the Fu family, Fu YeChuan's mother and sister didn't look up to the unknown self. They were weird and choosy about her. They asked her to cook, wash clothes and even clean up. She was humble and obedient like a servant. She never told Fu YeChuan that she had caused him trouble and made him embarrassed.

She was used to it.

No matter how much others despise her, Su Nan is willing to endure for fuyechuan.

In the past three years, fuyechuan never seemed to remember her wife except for the work ordered in the company, asking her to donate blood and transfer money to her.

At this moment, she was so tired that she seemed unable to hold on.

This is not the first time Qiao Wanrou has provoked her, Mrs. Fu. She can laugh off those harsh and mean words in the past, but this photo has completely trampled her self-esteem under her feet.

Embarrassment, coolness and loneliness swept through the body.

Three years of marriage, is it a joke?

At this moment, her face was so ugly that she made up her mind.

OK, this joke should be over.

Su Nan found fuyechuan's dialog box and said without hesitation, "let's divorce."

Although her mind was dim, she knew that her decision was not wrong.

Fuyechuan's phone rang immediately. She could almost expect his anger at the moment. The man's voice was cold and indifferent:

"Su Nan, what are you doing? How much money do you want? The doctor said that Wanrou was dangerous..."

Nan Qiang endured his drowsy head and interrupted his words. She pulled the corners of her mouth coolly. Her voice was also hoarse and low. "Fu YeChuan, I'll see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau in an hour, or let her wait to die."

She said that and hung up the phone. Then a text message popped up.

Received the transfer of 1million yuan.

"Ha ha..."

Su Nan smiled, and tears poured out. It was really ridiculous. It was ridiculous