But when Chen Ping heard the village chief's words, he no longer forced himself to smile.

He even made a sound and laughed, "Are you looking forward to my long life? Your father has lived in his nineties."

The village chief laughed and scolded: "He is one year away from him, and he will be one hundred years old."

The two of them slowly changed their topics and talked about the past.

But he no longer mentioned the woman Wang Qin.

From the conversation between the two, Chen Mengtian also learned something.

Chen Ping and the village chief have a good relationship.

Although the village chief's father lived to die at the age of 99.

But he is not old and is also in his early thirties.

But he is the ninth old man in the family and is the old man and a young man.

He was only found when his father was in his sixties.

For modern Chen Mengtian, this incident is really... shocking.

In his sixties, Mi Qingzi still survives, which is really awesome.

Just as the village chief was talking to Chen Ping and the other two, Jiang Zebei walked out of the inner room with the things in his hand in his arms.

His footsteps alarmed the village chief and Chen Ping's words. The two stopped and looked in the sound.

Jiang Zebei walked to the table in the living room and put all the things in his hands on the table one by one.

Pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are all placed on it.

"The village chief, all are ready."

The village chief looked at Chen Ping lying on the wooden couch when he heard this.

He asked, "Are you here to write, or do I?"

The previous sorrow in Chen Ping's eyes spread again.

He sighed in a low voice: "I'll do it. I'll marry her into the door, so I'll send her away in person."

As Chen Ping spoke, the man had already sat up.

Seeing this, Chen Mengtian immediately stepped forward to support him.

Heart patients should not be excited.

She obviously saw Chen Ping's hands trembling and her breathing was a little more anxious than before.

"Uncle, please be slower, your health is important."

Chen Ping turned his head and looked at her with relief in his eyes.

He patted Chen Mengtian, who was holding his hand and said, "Child, you've suffered."

The latter shook his head and helped him down from the wooden couch.

Chen Ping looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table with his eyes, and walked step by step with Chen Mengtian's support.

The village chief followed behind the two, with emotion in his eyes.

The distance from the wooden couch to the table is not long.

Chen Ping quickly stood at the table.

Without hesitation, he took the pen on the table and held it in his hand.

The fingers were very hard, and the blood color of the hand holding the pen gradually faded.

Seeing this, Chen Mengtian sighed. She let go of Chen Ping's hand and moved the stool beside her behind Chen Ping.

"Uncle sit down and write. You should not be too excited about your illness, and you are most taboo to have too much fluctuations in your mood."

Chen Ping seemed to have heard it, but he didn't seem to have heard it.

He did not respond to Chen Mengtian, but instead took action after she finished speaking.

The pen in your hand falls on clean paper, and the words you write are extremely fast and extremely fast.

In the eyes of Jiang Zebei, Chen Mengtian and the village chief, he finished writing the divorce in one breath.

After finishing writing, Chen Ping didn't even look at it, and turned to look at Chen Mengtian.

"Mengtian, my uncle has disturbed me today. Now there are guests at home, so I'll go back first."

Chen Mengtian stopped the person immediately, "This is not possible. I finally pulled you back from the gate of hell. If you go back, you are angry, at least, who will I ask for to reason?"

She stood in front of Chen Ping with a very firm attitude.

She could find clues about what Chen Baojie said to Wang Qin before.

Someone has come to Wang Qin's wife.
Chapter completed!