Chapter 7 anger
When he went back in anger, Jiang Wu was still unhappy.
He was unhappy because he couldn't see Mo Yangzhou, and he was even more unhappy when he had to deal with Chu Ling's dead face later.
Why hasn't Chu Yan come back yet?
Jiang Wu himself did not dare to mention peace and separation. Who dared to mention peace and separation to the Prime Minister? Where would the Prime Minister's face be put?
Talking about divorce is to give yourself face, but in fact, you are waiting for him to divorce his wife and become a widow. Oh... Jiang Wu's poor brain reacted, she was not a widow, but a concubine.
Bah, she might as well be a widow.
Jiang Wu was furious, and when he was about to step through the door, he was stopped by Chu Yi.
"Madam."
"What are you doing?" She was in a bad mood and her tone was also bad now.
Chu paused, a moment of hesitation flashed across his face, and he reminded, "Do you remember what day today is?"
Jiang Wu felt unhappy. If this was the anniversary of Chu Ling's death, she promised she would not forget it for a moment.
Chu Yi knew from the look on her face that she had forgotten, so he reminded her softly.
"Today is the eighteenth anniversary of your marriage to me."
Jiang Wu was stunned for a moment and then came back to her senses. She forgot that it was today, but the gift had been prepared in advance, so she quickly waved her hand. Zhizhi went to the room to get the gift.
At the same time, his eyes turned to Chu Yi. Chu Yi had the same dead face as his master. Jiang Wu was still wondering, why is this executioner so kind today?
She was also confused these past two days and forgot about this day.
But thinking about it, Chu Ling might not remember it.
To talk about this hellish day, Jiang Wu shot himself in the foot. She was obsessed with Chu Ling at that time, remembering every little corner of her life clearly, and tried every means to find reasons to be with him.
Regret! Thinking about it now, Jiang Wu wished he could slap himself twice.
Once everything begins, it cannot end easily. I remember that when she was slowly trying to forget these days, Chu Ling said lightly: "Have you become less interested in her recently?"
Jiang Wu immediately became frightened.
It didn't happen before and it doesn't happen now, that's okay.
There used to be some, but now they’re gone. That’s just because we didn’t care!
Who dares not to care about the God in this house?
As for this inexplicable wedding day, it is not difficult to remember. It was not long after the birthday of the Duke's wife. If she had not been dizzy by one after another, she would not have forgotten it. When
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arrived at the front hall, Chu Ling was really waiting there. The large table of food in front of me looked untouched.
"Sir."
Jiang Wu's temper had subsided at this moment, and his expression was extremely well-behaved.
Chu Ling only glanced at her lightly.
"Sit down."
Jiang Wu carefully sat down next to him. When he saw him picking up the chopsticks, he picked up the chopsticks himself.
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