✨ ex-husband, remarrying 1 ✨

In the foggy space, zz waited for a long time before he got his host.

The flow of life is normal, and Ling Qingxuan also suffers from birth, old age, sickness and death in that plane.

After being with Bai Su for decades, Ling Qingxuan sealed Bai Su's memory and sent him back to the fox clan.

But after her death, Bai Su's memory awakened, and he dug out his own demon pill and threw it into the land of blessings of the fox clan.

He was born here and dissipated here.

just to follow someone.

Ling Qingxuan was sitting on the chair in the space, her indifferent eyes seemed to be filled with soft water, and they were fluctuating.

She got up and walked in front of the box, watching the fourth corner emerge, a flash of light flashed by, and she put her hand on it.

What was that just now?

So familiar.

But she couldn't remember.

【Host, do you want to rest for a while? 】

The spiritual power of the previous plane was also consumed too much. If the host spiritual body was not strong, I am afraid that it would have been recalled by Heavenly Dao.

"zz, the systems can communicate with each other, you, uu, who else?"

zz scratched his head, [At present, I can only contact uu. 】

"Is there nothing else?"

[Not yet, host, what happened? 】

Ling Qingxuan bluntly said, "I heard a mechanical voice."

She stared at zz, "It might also be a system."

zz held his pig's trotter tightly, "It may be a magnetic field problem, let's connect it in series, maybe we can meet it in the future. 】

Ling Qingxuan said softly, "I can meet you."

"Open the plane."

【Okay~】

After Ling Qingxuan left, zz propped up his double chin and said deeply: [How can the host hear the voice of the main system? 】

[But I really can only contact uu now. I heard that its host is super good. According to the routine, if you listen to it, you will be able to complete the task immediately. 】

zz sighed and looked at Bai Wu, [The strategy is slow, when will you be able to finish it? 】

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"Ayaxi! What are you doing, you can't even serve a soup, why is it so useless."

The woman's mean voice sounded in her ears, which turned into apology and worry, "Jiayi, are you all right? Did you get burned?"

The diametrically opposite attitude is uncomfortable.

Ling Qingxuan opened her eyes, and there were two women standing in front of her.

One is a nouveau riche woman in gold and silver, with curly hair and sharp makeup on her face, her middle-aged figure is slightly bloated.

Another woman dressed in a fashionable and exquisite manner, looking about twenty-five years old, with only a few pieces of jewelry on her body, but just rightly embellished her charm.

The woman has long pear-curly hair. She touched the slightly red skin on her hands and shook her head: "Auntie, I'm fine. Fortunately, this soup was sprinkled on me, not on you."

"You, it's just too good to talk. It's all Lingxi, this dead girl who doesn't know how to do things. Auntie will show you a doctor."

Ling Qingxuan frowned slightly. What do you think, the red spots seemed to be pinched by herself.

The two of you spoke to me, and the conversation was like no one else.

Ling Qingxuan looked down and saw that she was holding a bowl of chicken soup with oil sprouts in her hand.

It looks delicious and can't be wasted.

So she splashed it on the woman named Jiayi, and the oil stains stained the little white dress with flowers, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Ah!" The woman screamed before the other woman, "Ayaxi, are you crazy!"

The woman didn't expect Ling Qingxuan to do this suddenly, her expression was out of control, and she looked at Ling Qingxuan in astonishment, "Lingxi, you..."

Ling Qingxuan said coldly, "Oh, it's too hot, my hands are slippery."

In fact, it's not hot at all, it's constant temperature, so how could the woman get hot.

The woman frowned and said angrily, "I don't want to see you now, you go out for me!"

"Farewell." Ling Qingxuan passed by them, opened the door, and walked out.

There was still a harsh voice inside the door, Ling Qingxuan stood in the corridor and looked around.

Although it was similar to the Aya family's villa, the area was much smaller.

According to the original owner's memory, she found her own room on the second floor.

The color of this door was different from the ones next to it. She pushed it open indifferently, and there was a clanging sound inside.

In the small warehouse full of debris, there is a small bed at the innermost position by the window. It is narrow and can only accommodate a teenage child.

Dust floated through the sunlight, and Aya Qingxuan lowered his head silently.

Um? What is she wearing.

[Cough, it is the old clothes of the woman just now, Mother Yan. 】

Is the original owner so miserable?

Living in a small room, the clothes are still old.

Aya Qingxuan decided to go to the bathroom to find a mirror first.

I met one or two servants along the way, looking at her with a look half gloating, half contempt.

Ling Qingxuan ignored it. After finding the mirror, she saw that she was wearing loose red and green clothes, and her long hair was braided into two marijuana flowers hanging in front of her.

Well, there are two big red bows on the headband.

The original owner's aesthetic is not generally powerful.

Looking at the face again, the two thick black eyebrows turned into by the eyebrow pencil, the eyeliner does not know where to fly, and the eye shadow is like being swollen by someone.

Aya Qingxuan didn't want to watch any more.

It's too awful.

She picked up the makeup remover on the shelf next to her and removed all the unnecessary things on her face, only to see a small, white and clean face.

The slender eyebrows are a little incomplete, it should have been accidentally scratched by the original owner, the eyes like spring water are gentle and shining, the lips are slightly white, and the original owner seems to have the appearance of a Jiangnan beauty.

Aya Qingxuan took off the rope and entered the bathroom.

Come on, let's take a shower.

Just look at the original story.

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The original owner, Ling Xi, was from a poor family and lived in a remote mountain village.

When she was just born, a fortune-teller passed by and said that the child came into the world with Fuze, and was designated as a child bride by the elders of another family in the village at that time.

After that, her parents were old and financially limited and could not afford her to go to college. It happened that she was also an adult. The elders of that family were willing to help her parents and gave her an address to let her go to Yan's house to find her prospective husband.

The original owner came to Yan's house with a small backpack, only to know that his future husband's family, Yan Jing, was the president of a listed company.

Yan Jing devoted himself to his career. Since it was a marriage arranged by the elders in the village, he agreed. The two obtained the certificate in a low-key manner, and the original owner moved into Yan's house.

But Yan's mother turned from a housewife into a nouveau riche. She couldn't change her previous nature. She hated the original owner who came out of the village just like her, and wanted to find another aristocratic lady for her son.

She didn't like the original owner, and often made things difficult for the original owner. She even invited the famous lady Bai Jiayi home as a guest, so that the original owner served them like a nanny.

Today's story is that Bai Jiayi came to the door, and Mother Yan asked the original owner to stew chicken soup for the two of them.

Ling Qingxuan wiped her hair, the mirror in the bathroom was foggy, and she could only vaguely see her slender silhouette.

She put down the towel and looked cold.

Wouldn't such a husband's family leave and keep the lineage? She wants a divorce, now, immediately, immediately.

[Cough, host, this marriage cannot be separated for the time being. 】

Why?

[Because of you... The original owner's husband, Yan Jing, became a vegetative person after a car accident and was unable to sign a divorce agreement in a sober state. 】

Aya Qingxuan: ? ? ?

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✨ ex-husband, remarrying 2 ✨

Aya Qingxuan made a plan with a clear mind.

Yan Jing is a vegetative person, very good, so let's kill it at the end.

She went to kill Yan mother and Bai Jiayi first.

Get this big guy, go find the little guy.

Her body and hair were almost dry, and Aya Qingxuan found the clothes she used to wear in modern times from the space.

According to the original plot, before Yan Jing became a vegetative person, she was studying at a university in the city and did not come back often.

After Yan Jing's car accident turned into a vegetative state, she was called back by Yan's mother to serve them.

Since all her cards were handled by Yan Jing, after Yan Jing's accident, Yan's mother froze them all for her.

She is penniless now.

super super poor.

After just passing a rich plane, this time he became a pauper.

Ling Qingxuan felt that she should not despise the bread from the previous plane. Even if there was bread in this plane, she couldn't afford it.

"Lingxi, you bastard! Who allowed you to use the bathroom in this room! You really consider yourself the daughter-in-law of our Yan family!"

Mother Yan's rough voice sounded outside, and Ling Qingxuan fiddled with the bangs on her forehead and opened the door.

This bathroom was in her previous room. After Mother Yan asked her to move to that small warehouse, no one lived here, but everything was still there.

Just after taking a bath, the little girl has a fresh dew fragrance on her body, her fair skin is full of powder, and her delicate and pure face is illuminated by the light, which is enough to make young people fall into a crazy pure and high cold.

"You... Lingxi?" Yan's mother opened her mouth and couldn't say anything else for a while.

The original owner is a person who doesn't know how to dress up, and faces the sky in school.

Before Mother Yan called her back, she told her to dress up and not lose face in front of the guests.

So the original owner dressed up as Aya Qingxuan before removing her makeup.

In a way, the original owner has a talent for disguise.

Ling Qingxuan saw her gradually losing her temper, and said coldly, "Before the divorce, I was indeed still the daughter-in-law of the Yan family."

"So, hurry up and find a way to get Yan Jing to sign."

Ling Qingxuan passed by her and simply sat on the bed.

Well, this bed is not bad, let's just sleep on it today.

"You...you're crazy!" Yan mother dragged her heavy body over and widened her eyes when she saw the clothes she was wearing, "Where did you get those clothes from? I clearly..."

"Don't worry about it." Ling Qingxuan interrupted her.

The simple, honest and obedient person in the past has now become such a thorn, and Mother Yan said angrily: "Okay, you finally show your true colors, that's what your nature is, after you climb up to our Yan family, you won't treat me as an elder. In your eyes?"

"No one knows the route of Jing'er's business trip. Is it because of your good deeds that he became what he is now."

"My Jing'er, uh... How could he marry a vicious woman like you."

"Don't be complacent. Even if you are Jing'er's legal wife, I won't let you get a penny from the Yan family. Sooner or later, I will let you get out!"

Mother Yan cried and laughed, attracting Bai Jiayi.

After she entered the door, she supported Yan mother worriedly, "Auntie, what's wrong with you?"

"Quick, quick, help me get this vicious woman out! I don't want to see her, let her go!"

Bai Jiayi changed her clothes again, and only then did she set her eyes on Ling Qingxuan.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, she didn't seem to be surprised by Ling Qingxuan's appearance, but was a little surprised by the clothes on her body.

It was an international well-known brand of clothes, and it was very rare to customize a set. Did Yan Jing buy such good things for her?

She restrained her expression and said bitterly, "Lingxi, quickly apologize to Auntie, how can you treat Auntie like this while Ajing is unconscious."

"What did I do to her?" Ling Qingxuan said lightly, "Did you see it?"

She just said a few words and didn't really do anything.

"I, I..." Yan mother gasped, looking like she was so angry, "Call the doctor, call the doctor..."

She rolled her eyes and fell to the ground.

Bai Jiayi was not short, but couldn't handle the weight, and the two fell to the ground together.

Bai Jiayi's foot twisted.

So that day, there was a rumor in the Yan family that the old lady and Miss Bo were stunned and fainted.

When the servants met Ling Qingxuan, they all took a detour, for fear that she would go crazy and would not recognize her six relatives.

But the "crazy" lady is pretty good-looking.

The family doctor was invited to examine the two of them. Aya Qingxuan was sitting on the soft sofa, eating fruit and turning on the TV.

The hilarious laughter in the show is very embarrassing in this atmosphere.

The family doctor was a modest and gentle middle-aged man. After the two of them calmed down, he gave them medical advice one by one.

"Check her up to see if she is mentally ill, and if so, send her to a mental hospital." Mother Yan pointed at Lingqing Xuandao.

Aya Qingxuan gave a faint glance.

Why don't you kill them while there are not many people?

"Madam." The doctor nodded gently and politely to Ling Qingxuan.

This doctor's etiquette is not bad, and he will save his life for the time being.

Mother Yan patted the table, "This dead girl is not the wife of our Yan family, you are not allowed to call it that!"

The doctor seemed to be used to Mother Yan's temper, and said slowly to Ling Qingxuan, "Madam, take a step to speak?"

Ling Qingxuan searched for the original plot, the original owner should have no friendship with this doctor, they have nothing to say.

"No." Ling Qingxuan decisively refused.

The doctor smiled helplessly: "It's about Mr.'s condition."

The fruit in Ling Qingxuan's hand turned sweet immediately, "Is he helpless?"

"God **** it! Look at this, is this what people say! To say this about your husband, do you wish that he died early, I..."

Mother Yan fainted again, and the doctor got up and said to the servant, "Send the old lady back to the room to rest."

Yan's mother was moved away, but Bai Jiayi sat gracefully and never moved.

"Doctor Chu, how is A Jing's condition?"

Her worried look and her pretty face were really pitiful.

Dr. Chu smiled formulaically: "The patient's family has the right to know that Miss Bo is not a family member. It's so late, please come back."

After all, Dr. Chu has been the family doctor of the Yan family for more than ten years, and his status has been certified by Yan Jing. When he said this, the servants immediately invited Bai Jiayi.

"Then I'll go back first and see Auntie and Ajing tomorrow." Bai Jiayi said a little embarrassedly.

The foot injury was not healed, so she walked to Ling Qingxuan with difficulty, "Ling Xi, take good care of A Jing."

Hey, this looks really sincere.

Ling Qingxuan was a little suspicious that Yan Jing had put a green hat on him.

Only the two of them were left when the servant sent Bai Jiayi away, and Dr. Chu said, "Madam, Mr.'s condition is not optimistic, and there is a high probability that he will never wake up."

"He put two agreements with me before. If something happens to him, it only needs your signature, madam."

A share certificate, a divorce agreement that Yan Jing had already signed.

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✨ ex-husband, remarrying 3 ✨

Aya Qingxuan took the lead in picking up the divorce agreement.

This man actually helped her figure out the way forward in advance. Yes, let him go without so much pain.

"Doctor, do you have a pen?"

Dr. Chu did not expect Ling Qingxuan to be so eager to sign.

After all, Ling Xi liked Yan Jing very much in his impression.

When the agreement was drawn up, Dr. Chu bet that Lingxi would not sign it.

It seems that he lost.

Dr. Chu took out the pen in his jacket pocket and handed it to her.

Aya Qingxuan pulled off the cap of the pen, and the tip of the pen dropped...

【Host! 】zz suddenly exclaimed, 【Ah! The moon is so full tonight! 】

They were in the living room, the curtains were tightly covered, where did the moon come from?

Ling Qingxuan paused slightly and looked at Dr. Chu, "When will the agreement take effect?"

"Because we have to continue to observe Mr.'s situation, it will take effect one month after the signature."

Ling Qingxuan signed without hesitation.

[…] It’s still feasible to be divorced, why did Yan Jingzuo die?

Dr. Chu put away the agreement and handed out the business card, "In this month, please also ask your wife to take good care of your husband. If you have any questions, please contact me immediately."

Ling Qingxuan nodded and picked up the share book to read.

It is written on it that if Yan Jing encounters an accident, as his wife, Lingxi can choose to take 3% of the equity, or choose to divide the property after divorce.

But the property division is only a small part of the money, because Yan Jing has planned the proportion of his will in advance.

Is it popular for young people to make a will so early now?

Aya Qingxuan chose the share book.

After signing the letter, Dr. Chu instructed again: "Mrs. can try to communicate with the husband. Some people in a vegetative state may have abnormal brain waves, and they can hear the outside world. With more stimulation, they may really wake up."

Stimulate?

Ling Qingxuan thought for a while, and said in front of him that he was going to kill him?

After Dr. Chu left, Ling Qingxuan went up to the third floor, ready to implement the idea just now.

Anyway, since the word has been signed, she will not regret it.

...

Different from other floors, the third floor is filled with the smell of a hospital.

The news of President Yan's car accident was not widely publicized. Competitors were eyeing this piece of fat. If the unexpected news of Yan Jing came out, what would happen to Yan's family.

Ling Qingxuan pushed open the door, and the clean and spacious room was filled with various medical equipment. The man lying on the bed in the center had his eyes closed, and he was wearing life-sustaining equipment.

The little girl closed the door and slowly approached.

The man was wearing a hospital gown, his thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow, his roots were stiff, his plump forehead was covered with scattered pieces of hair, and his face was pale and lifeless.

In my memory, a healthy man's eyes were like bright stars, and he always maintained the temperament and arrogance of a superior.