Chapter 1122: Successfully seized custody

Chapter 1122 Successfully seized custody
He took the signature pen and scanned the contract roughly.
Wen Qiao knows why he is so upset and entangled, because in this family, only Shen Yan is the only one who can let him beat and scold at every turn. Domestic violence people like domestic violence, old and weak women and children, and his other two sons are already adults. , The only daughter seems to have inherited her mother. She is not an easy one, and he is his only daughter. He is still a pet, and Han Ying divorced him again.
If Shen Yan is gone, there will be nowhere to vent his anger in the future?
maid?
This kind of domestic violence man likes to fight the closest person around him. The servant cannot satisfy his pathological desire for violence.
Shen Guozhong's chest was up and down with anger, but he had no choice but to sign his own name on the last page.
Han Ying clenched her hands tightly. The moment she saw his signature, she breathed a sigh of relief, tears rolling in her eyes.
Wen Qiao took the contract, checked it carefully, and handed it to Han Ying: "You also sign it. From now on, Shen Yan's custody rights will belong to you. In duplicate, sign both. Each of you will hold one."
Han Ying quickly signed her name with trembling fingers.
She doesn't care about alimony or anything. As long as she is with her children, even if she doesn't live a rich life, she will be happy.
Wen Qiao asked her to accept the contract, and then she was about to leave with a few people, and was called by Shen Guozhong: "You have protection, then my protection, I have met your requirements, if those video photos still flow out, How to do?"
Wen Qiao smiled: "Mr. Shen thought I was the same person as you? You can only be a gambler now. I can't believe it without betting, you have no choice."
Wen Qiao and the others left, and Shen Guozhong was finally furious, and almost smashed all the things that could be smashed in the living room, and even this could not vent the anger in his heart.
"Bitch, dare to calculate me, dare to join them to calculate me, bitch, bitch!"
And in the car down the mountain, Shen Yan finally showed a small smile, and it flashed past. It was difficult to catch if he didn't look carefully. Wen Qiao, who was sitting in the co-pilot, saw it.
It was the first time that she saw Shen Yanxin's unobtrusive smile.
The nine-year-old child, being punished by this shackle, is really too pitiful. I hope everything will be fine for him in the future.
Shen Yan didn't even pack his luggage, and left this cold and ruthless mansion with his mother.
Han Ying has been wiping away her tears silently, gently raising his sleeve, and she saw a lot of old and new injuries on his arm. She was so painful that she couldn't breathe. Her child, how many injuries he had suffered, had eaten. How much suffering, it was her uselessness that caused everything today.
Along the way, the mother and son chatted softly. Shen Yan was still not used to this overwhelming maternal love. He was just indifferent, even somewhat resisted. Han Ying didn’t take it seriously. Wen Qiao had greeted her in advance. Now, the child’s mental illness has not yet healed. Later, she asked the most professional family doctor. Once a week, she will slowly return to normal.
Fortunately, where Han Ying lived, not far from Wen Qiao's house, the car first stopped outside Han Ying's community.
Han Ying got off the car, and Wen Qiao got off to see her.
Han Ying cried so hard that she grasped Wen Qiao's hand and did not let go, "Miss Wen, I really don't know how to thank you."
"Don't thank me, just take care of Shen Yan."
"I will, I will definitely." Then he burst into tears.
Wen Qiao whispered: "If Shen Guozhong dares to trouble you, you can tell me the first time."
Han Ying was about to kneel down for Wen Qiao: "I will remember your great favor. Anything Miss Wen needs, I will definitely go through fire and water."
Wen Qiao smiled and turned to get in the car.
"Wen Qiao..." Shen Yan stopped her.
(End of this chapter)