How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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Hug someone tightly in your arms.
　　He almost lost her.
　　The woman's steady breathing, %e8%83%b8's heartbeat, the familiar breath... Chu Ling captured all of this to fill the vacancy in her heart.
　　He recalled the first meeting between the two of them, and his fleeting thought of "Let's just forget it" at that time.
　　Maybe he should have let it go at that time. If he had let it go at that time, there would not be the torture of each other now.
　　She will be in love with Liang Qian for the rest of her life, and she... she will be inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, with infinite scenery, and will not be restricted by anyone.
　　While Chu Ling was thinking this, she hugged the person in her arms tighter. The result he imagined did not make him happy in any way.
　　This woman has deprived herself of the ability to be happy.
　　Without her, nothing could make him happy.
　　Chu Ling knew clearly that no matter how many times he did it again, he would never let go.
　　He buried his head in the woman's pussy.
　　"A Wu, I don't want your love anymore. From now on, you stay with me and I will love you. Let's live like this for the rest of our lives, okay?"
　　Jiang Wu didn't answer, and Chu Ling took it as her acquiescence.
　　So be it, I don't want your heart anymore.
　　***
　　But things were more unsatisfactory than Chu Ling expected.
　　After his body recovered, Jiang Wu began to have memory confusion again.
　　This kind of situation happened last time. But this time was a little different. In her various memories, Chu Ling was always a bad person without exception.
　　But it doesn't matter, Chu Ling was not in a hurry at first, as long as she stayed by his side happily, he had endless patience with Jiang Wu.
　　He understands Jiang Wu better than anyone in the world, and he knows how to please Jiang Wu. No matter what kind of memory she has, as long as they fall in love again, it will be fine.
　　But that doesn't mean that you won't get hurt.
　　"Why are you here if you don't go to find your sweetheart?"
　　Even though Chu Ye is already twelve years old, Jiang Wu still looks that gorgeous and charming, and speaks in a careless tone. There was a bit of sarcasm in the raised eyes, and a trace of unspeakable resentment.
　　It had been a long time since Chu Ling had seen Jiang Wu so alive. He was a little lost in thought, with only his heart beating uncontrollably, as if he had come to life with her. 　　In Jiang Wu's memory at this moment, he was a lustful man who lived around the clock and had many wives and concubines. So now she was lying on the couch by the fire, cracking melon seeds, without even giving Chu Ling a good look. 　　"The lustful person" Chu Ling carefully observed her face and saw that her illness was completely cured, and he felt slightly relieved. The instinct to get closer made him take two steps towards Jiang Wu. 　　Jiang Wu immediately threw the melon seeds in his hand to his feet and stopped him dissatisfied: "Don't come over, just stand there. Oops," there was no concealment of disgust in his expression and words, "It's so dirty." Yes." 　　This extremely dirty sentence was naturally referring to Chu Ling, who in her eyes "has read countless people." 　　The man's face paled slightly, and when he looked at him in his silent eyes, he still felt a little aggrieved. But in the end, we can only follow Jiang Wu's memory and say: "There is no Qingqing." 　　He held on to the cold air in Jiang Wu's memory, but in fact his eyes had already melted: "I'll drive them away. From now on, it will only be you." 　　Naturally, these words would not make Jiang Wu change his mind immediately. 　　She has some mysophobia, and Chu Ling knew that it would be difficult to start over with her in such a memory. 　　But fortunately, he has enough patience. 　　The man "changed" drastically and was completely obedient to her, which finally made Jiang Wu's attitude change. 　　She was slowly accepting it. She said she accepted it, but she felt uncomfortable and awkward in her heart. 　　Before consummating their marriage "for the first time", Chu Ling was pressed into the bathtub by her. 　　"Wash yourself." 　　Maybe she had feelings for him at this time. She didn't say he was dirty like she did before, but her disgust was still unspoken. 　　He was naked and embarrassed in the bathtub, and Jiang Wu was standing in front of him, neatly dressed, looking at himself with eyes that were scrutinizing, entangled and even vaguely disgusted. 　　A man who had been in absolute control for half his life felt a subtle sense of humiliation for the first time. 　　Not sure if he noticed his displeasure, Jiang Wu's expression softened a little. 　　She patted Chu Ling's head like a pet: "Shouldn't I be the one who is wronged? You have had so many women, but I only have a man like you. It is unfair to me. Now, I just want you to take a shower, that’s not too much, right?” 　　Chu Ling almost wanted to say the words “I only have you,” but in the end she still endured it. Lived. 　　What's even more strange is that he actually figured it out after Jiang Wu's remarks. It's with her, there's no need for humiliation or anything like that, and it doesn't matter who controls the other. According to her current memory, she should indeed feel aggrieved. 　　But even if you feel wronged, you accept yourself, right?