Xiang Qingluo pursed her lips tightly and stopped talking.

When you don't know how to answer, it's better to be silent. This is what Mu Zi told her.

Qu Mingjun glanced at Mu Zi and said to the female lawyer: "According to this logic, can I conclude that Mr. Duan is not suitable for marriage?" The first wife died unexpectedly, and the second wife was accidentally injured while being taken care of by a maid and nanny, resulting in a disabled leg, is Mr. Duan sure that he can marry the third wife? ”

"It's two different things, Mr. Qu." The female lawyer smiled, "Ms. Xiang Qingluo is an adult with complete self-care ability, not an infant baby. ”

Qu Mingjun also smiled: "End this sophistry, don't waste time, it was you who said that Ms. Xiang was sick, couldn't take care of herself, and couldn't raise children, and now it's you who say that she has the ability to take care of herself!" ”

"Yes, obviously Ms. Xiang can't take good care of herself, she has been married to Mr. Duan for six years, and she has been pampered in the Duan family for six years, and now she suddenly leaves the Duan family and raises the children alone, of course Mr. Duan will be very worried."

The female lawyer looked sideways at Xiang Qingluo and continued: "With all due respect, you are no longer young, you have neither a high degree nor enough work experience, if it is a few years later, it will only be more difficult to return to society, and the relationship between you and Mr. Duan has not broken down, why do you want to divorce?" In fact, you are not satisfied with the environment of the Duan family, and Mr. Duan is willing to buy another house for you and your children to live in. ”

While suppressing, while tempting.

At this time, Mu Zi and Qu Mingjun couldn't help Xiang Qingluo.

In fact, part of the reason why divorce cases are difficult is that the parties regret in the final mediation process and choose to continue the marriage for the sake of the children or other interests.

Instead, the lawyer became the villain who broke up the husband and wife.

Xiang Qingluo hugged the child and whispered: "He just needs a wife, any woman can do it, but I ...... I need a husband, not a judge. ”

This is the only sentence that Xiang Qingluo said according to his own wishes after meeting today.

The wonderful marriage like pie in the sky didn't make her feel much happiness. Her husband is ten years older than her, and he is reasonable, even if he knows that the tutor has illusions about him, because the other party has no words and deeds, and he is doing his best to teach the little master, so Duan Yuhui has not dismissed the other party.

It's the same with servants.

He knew that the old maid looked down on the new lady from a mediocre background, but considering that the servants were conscientious and did not make any mistakes, Duan Yuhui still did nothing.

As for the child's accident, he listened to the testimony of the domestic servants like an impartial judge, and made what he thought was the most fair and reasonable ruling.

This made Xiang Qingluo feel particularly cold.

She thought that she should always be different in her husband's heart, but Duan Yuhui's "equal treatment" made her extremely disappointed.

In the next time, Qu Mingjun and the opposing female lawyer argued with each other, you come and go, and no one will back down. On the contrary, the two parties seemed extremely quiet.

During this period, the baby was about hungry and cried loudly, and Qu Mingjun arranged for someone to take Qingluo to another room to breastfeed.

Mu Zi, who had been silent from beginning to end, finally spoke up.

She raised her eyes and looked at Duan Yuhui, who had a gloomy face, "Mr. Duan, can you take a step to speak?" ”

Qu Mingjun looked at her unexpectedly.

After talking for a long time, there was not much progress, although Mu Zi didn't say anything, but Qu Mingjun looked at Mu Zi several times, and Duan Yuhui knew that the initiative in this negotiation was actually in Mu Zi's hands.

"Okay." Duan Yuhui got up and straightened his collar, "I'll listen." ”