How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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It was humiliating, but all her pain was caused by him. The pain of being forced by him, the unhappiness of being imprisoned by him, the pain of being separated from his lover's daughter, and the heart-wrenching pain of this Gu insect now.
　　If God really comes to repay him for the sins he did, he should bring pain to himself.
　　He wanted to use everything he had to keep her healthy, and use a hundred times a thousand times happiness to offset the pain.
　　But what if she knew? If she recalled everything, would she still want the happiness she has now?
　　"You mean," he asked Sun Ke again, "she might have remembered everything, right?"
　　Sun Ke lowered his head and replied, "Exactly, we can only know this after Madam wakes up. "
　　Chu Ling closed her eyes slightly: "I understand, go down."
　　As Sun Ke left, soon, there were only two people left in the room.
　　After looking at the woman on the bed for a while, Chu Ling took a clean towel, wetted it with hot water, and gently wiped away the tears on her face bit by bit.

　　Even if you remember it, it doesn't matter. He thought, they have been married for twelve years.
　　Every detail of the past twelve years is not a lie, their two children are also real.
　　He may not be able to compare with Liang Qian, no, he can definitely compare with Liang Qian.
　　After wiping, he stood up again and went to the basin not far away to wash the towel again.
　　"Husband?"
　　When he heard Jiang Wu's voice, Chu Ling immediately raised his head and straightened up. His hand was still holding the towel that had just been fished out of the water, dripping water into the basin wetly.
　　Tick-tock, tick-tock, seemed to be the beating of Chu Ling's heart.
　　Who is she calling husband? At that moment, such thoughts actually flashed through Chu Ling's mind.
　　He did not let go of any expression on the woman's face or any emotion in her eyes. At this moment, Jiang Wu, did you remember? Am I still her husband at this moment?
　　What would she do if she really remembered it?
　　The two of them looked at each other without saying a word for a while. Jiang Wu bit %e5%94%87 first with an aggrieved expression: "Why don't you speak? I..." The next moment, I choked up so much that I almost cried.
　　Chu Ling's heart quickly sank to a corner, and then the whole thing collapsed.
　　He walked over quickly and held the woman in his arms.
　　Jiang Wu also hugged him tightly.
　　"Qingyang is a bad person," she cried in his arms, "I will never be with her again."
　　Every cry of the woman was like a knife, cutting into Ling Chi. Chu Ling's heart.
　　"Okay," he coaxed patiently, "We don't want to be with her anymore."
　　Jiang Wu didn't finally raise his head until he vented his grievances, and then met Chu Ling's red eyes.
　　She gasped and looked at it for a while, then seemed to be unable to hold back her smile: "Are you crying?"
　　Chu Ling, whose eyes were indeed sore, turned away in embarrassment.
　　What should he say, he is actually weak at this moment.
　　The fear of loss still clings to my heart. What love brings to people is not only sweetness. He was not as confident as he thought. It turned out that he was so afraid, afraid that Jiang Wu would remember, afraid that she would no longer want him, afraid that she would take back all her love.
　　Twelve years ago, Chu Ling could easily say that he only wanted this person and did not want her heart.
　　But Jiang Wu, who has been liked for so many years, can no longer say such words.
　　Once you have gained it, you can no longer bear to lose it.
　　Chu Ling hugged Jiang Wu back into her arms again, as if she had exhausted all her strength: "A Wu," his voice was as humble as a prayer, "We will always be like this, don't change, never. I want to change. Okay?"
　　At
　　the end of the day, did Jiang Wu answer? She remembered that she seemed to have answered well.
　　But changing this kind of thing is always something you can't help yourself.
　　Jiang Wu lives as if nothing happened and never goes out again, but she still can't escape those vague memories.
　　Ever since she became ill, Nian Yin would run here every day when she woke up. When it was time to go to bed, she would be taken away by her servants, and she would stay with her like this every day.
　　It's the same now, with Lai beside her, patting her shoulder like a little adult: "Mom%e4%ba%b2, can I sleep with you tonight?"
　　Such a big person. , I still act like a spoiled child like I did when I was a child.
　　If Jiang Wu saw such a cute daughter on normal days, his heart would definitely melt.
　　But now, she was worried, and when she closed her eyes, she was the one-year-old girl in her dream.
　　"Nian Yin, mother%e4%ba%b2 is sick," she said reluctantly, "I'm afraid that the illness will be passed on to you."