Poor little thing is eating melons and watching the drama in the period literature

"Minister Qing, my wife is annoying sometimes. Who doesn't have annoying lives? You have to divorce just because something big happens. This can't be the case."

"That's right, Minister Qing, how can you get divorced? You're a man so it's easy to find someone to look for after a divorce, but what are you going to do with Comrade Zhou? She followed you all the way to this small place."

"..."

Qing Lan pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhou Qinghuan glared at him fiercely: "If you insist on divorcing me, I will die here. I want to see how well you can live the rest of your life."

Qing Lan's eyes showed a painful and depressed look: "Do you really think you are not at fault for some things?"

Zhou Qinghuan roared: "What did I do wrong? Didn't I just send two letters to your family? We didn't go home for the New Year, so what's wrong with me sending two New Year's greetings to your family?"

Qing Lan closed her eyes tightly.

If the two of them really had to fight to the death, he would definitely be the one to die.

When others heard Zhou Qinghuan's words, they were also confused. Wasn't it just sending two letters home?

Even if you have a bad relationship with your family, there is no need to divorce your wife.

"You're still asking where you went wrong?" Qing Lan sneered, "When you married me, you knew about my family's situation, and you said you were willing to stand by me, but now you're writing a letter to ask them to transfer me back."

"You clearly know that I hate him the most, but you still beg him? Did I treat you unfairly to make you feel that you can't stay here any longer? In that case, I will let you go back. You don't have to stay here and suffer with me anymore."

"what?"

Zhou Qinghuan was stunned when she heard this, and then she became furious: "Well, Qinglan, you really can throw all kinds of dirty water on me just to divorce me.

Don't you know that I hate that family more than you do?

If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to protect you from being gossiped about by outsiders, I wouldn't have sent them even a single pig hair."

Yu Qingtang heard that there seemed to be a misunderstanding, and hurriedly said, "Did someone replace Zhou Qinghuan's letter, or did your family say this on purpose, just to make you misunderstand Zhou Qinghuan, and then tell you after you divorce Zhou Qinghuan, so that you will regret it and suffer for the rest of your life."

Qing Lan: ...

Zhou Qinghuan: …

A perspective that has never been opened before.

Qing Lan pulled the corner of his mouth: "This is impossible, they are not that boring."

That man wished that he would never appear in front of their family again, so as not to make his lovely wife and children sad. How could he possibly go to the trouble of tormenting him and Zhou Qinghuan?

This will do him no good.

Zhou Qinghuan didn't have such confidence in that family. She looked at Qing Lan with suspicion: "Did they really tell you that the letter I wrote was to ask your father to bring you back?"

"Yes."

Qing Lan took out two crumpled pieces of letter paper from his bosom. One look at the wrinkles on the paper revealed that the letters were often crumpled into a ball.

"This is the letter he sent me back. The handwriting is exactly the same as yours, even the little strokes are the same."

Zhou Qinghuan snatched the letter and unfolded it.

The handwriting inside was indeed hers, but the content was unfamiliar.

"This is not a letter I wrote."

Her letter clearly consisted of only a few simple sentences.

The reason why she sent two copies was because the content of the other letter was full of insults, and she thought it would not look good to write blessings and insults together during the New Year.

And the recipients were Qing Lan's father and his stepmother.

His stepmother is a person who is extremely concerned about face and likes to call herself a good stepmother and a good mother-in-law. She would never tell anyone about such an embarrassing thing as being scolded in a letter by the younger generation.

"I didn't believe you wrote it at first. I checked it carefully countless times, and even the typos were the same as yours. How can you make me believe you?"

Zhou Qinghuan held the letter in both hands, not knowing how to defend himself.

"Is it so magical?"

Yu Qingtang ran up and took the letter paper from Zhou Qinghuan.

"let me see."

Jin Guagua also followed Yu Qingtang's gaze.

It was just a simple page, the content neither flattering nor humble, just like a little girl writing to her parents asking for help.

Zhou Qinghuan looked at Qing Lan and said, "I didn't write this letter."

But Qinglan didn't believe it.

"This is not the first day you've wanted to go back. I understand you, so I'll let you go. From now on, you go your way and I'll go mine."

"Snapped--"

Zhou Qinghuan slapped Qing Lan in the face: "You understand nothing!"

"How many times do you want me to tell you that I didn't write this letter?"

Qing Lan's head was hit crooked.

"Don't do it!"

"If you want to talk it out, it's a different matter if you do it physically."

"Minister Qing's wife is the real murderer. Maybe this is the real reason why Minister Qing wants to divorce her."

Yu Qingtang was the closest to them and was afraid that he would be implicated, so he hurried to try to break up the fight.

"Now that we have come to this, the most important thing is to find out what those two letters are about."

"calm down!"

"I can't calm down."

After living together for such a long time, Zhou Qinghuan couldn't calm down at all when someone sentenced him to death just because of two letters.

The scene was in chaos. Later, Director Zhao, who was on patrol, came and found someone to stop the furious Zhou Qinghuan.

Director Zhao: "Qinglan, this is your family affair, we don't want to interfere. Work is not urgent. I will give you two days off. You can come back to work after you have dealt with the matter."

Zhou Qinghuan is also a stubborn person and insists on making things clear right now.

"I can divorce you, but I have to find out what these two letters are about."

Zhou Qinghuan finished writing the letter and then took it to the post office to mail it.

"Are you sure these two letters never left your sight during this time?"

Zhou Qinghuan thought for a moment and said, "I finished writing the letter and made lunch, but I was the only one at home at the time."

"That's not necessarily true." Yu Qingtang thought of the news about single women and celebrities hiding people in their homes in his previous life, and doubted what Zhou Qinghuan said about her being the only one at home.

The main reason is that she already has a suspect, but without evidence, no one will believe it if she tells it.

Yu Qingtang asked: "How many keys do you have at home?"

Zhou Qinghuan looked at Qing Lan: "In addition to the two of us, he also gave Wang Baoyou a hand."

"impossible."

Wang Baoyou now lives with Song Yue, but Qing Lan sees that he has great talent and cannot bear to let him go to waste, so she often takes him home to teach him.

In order to prevent his children from waiting outside if he did not get off work on time, he was given a copy of the key to the house.

Qing Lan didn't believe that Wang Baoyou would frame Zhou Qinghuan, and why would he frame Zhou Qinghuan?

Zhou Qinghuan didn't believe it either.

Yu Qingtang rolled his eyes: "I didn't say it was him."

"A key is a dead thing and it won't recognize its owner. As long as someone holds it, it can be used."