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Mu Zi felt that Qu Mingjun's question was too kind.

His gentleness was gentlemanly, but at times like these, gentleness didn't help the rehearsal.

When the day comes when the real guns are fired, as long as the opposing lawyer shows a little edge in language and momentum, Xiang Qingluo will be crushed.

Negotiations are mostly about psychological warfare, and whoever collapses the psychological defense line will lose!

"Which kindergarten are you going to send your child to?" How far is your accommodation from the kindergarten? How do you pick up and drop off kids? Will you be able to adapt to the high intensity and pressure of nursing work in the future? Do you have time to take care of your child if he is sick? How many years will your deposit last? Do you have accident or medical insurance for your children? ——”

Mu Zi sent out a series of questions, which shocked Xiang Qingluo and Qu Mingjun.

Qu Mingjun looked at Mu Zi in surprise, and wanted to remind her euphemistically not to scare Xiang Qingluo......

But Mu Zi obviously didn't receive his signal, frowned and continued to ask: "You are only thirty-three years old this year, after the divorce, there is a high possibility of remarriage in the future, once you get married, will you have children again?" Can you treat two children equally? You don't have a high education, your salary is not high, your interpersonal relationships are relatively simple, and the opposite sex you come into contact with probably won't have too high cultural literacy, and he is willing to raise other people's children willingly? When life is not satisfactory, will you beat and scold your child? Is there a hidden danger of domestic violence in the future of children? ”

Xiang Qingluo shook her head anxiously, "No...... I won't, I'm not going to remarry, I just want to take care of my kids......"

"If you're no longer married, you're a single mother, do you know how hard life can be for a single mother? Under the pressure of life, do you make sure that you can take care of your child and give her the best living conditions and educational resources? Can you do that? ”

Mu Zi's question, sentence by sentence became more urgent, she looked at Xiang Qingluo sharply, and asked: "Your child will grow up one day, and when she grows up, she knows that she could have lived a delicate life like a princess, but because of your selfish and shallow maternal love, she lives in a simple house, attends a cheap school, and can't see the future and future, guess she'll hate you?" ”

Xiang Qingluo's eyes suddenly turned red.

She was speechless.

She even ...... Begin to doubt your decision.

Will it really be unfortunate for the child to follow her? …… What Duan Yuhui can bring to the child is something she can never be satisfied with.

Just like Mu Zi said, she is just a single mother, and she even relies on others for her residence, even if she can barely raise her children, but she can't give her a good life and elite education!

Xiang Qingluo began to retreat......

Qu Mingjun came out at the right time to ease the atmosphere, and said with a smile: "The company of a mother cannot be measured by money for the growth of children......

"So don't get a divorce." Mu Zi smiled, "Children need a healthy family, don't they?" Ms. Xiang, Mr. Duan will not treat you badly, let alone the children, as long as you are willing to come back, you will always be the noble hostess of the Duan family. ”

Xiang Qingluo was a little dumbfounded, looking at Mu Zi in a daze, not understanding what she meant.

"When we meet, there should be three people on the other side, one is Duan Yuhui, one is his lawyer, and the other is a paralegal." Mu Zi said, "They will first suppress you into the dust like I did just now, and then show kindness and reach out to you, not only will you lose your position, but you will also be grateful to them." ”

Qu Mingjun nodded again and again, "Yes, they will sing black and white faces and fool you, Ms. Xiang, you must not be fooled!" ”

Xiang Qingluo grabbed her fingers nervously and asked helplessly, "Then, what should I do?" ”

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