How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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mild. He thought of Jiang Wu's closeness to him today, and finally their relationship was getting better. There couldn't be any hidden dangers at this time.
　　"Keeping her is always a hidden danger."
　　The unabashed harshness in those words caused the person behind the screen to be silent for a moment before speaking: "But your relationship with her should still need Mingzhu to come. "It's all about family ties
　　after all." Mo Yangzhou thought for a moment, "It's just that we need a suitable scapegoat." When he said this, he already had an idea in his mind. Li showed a cold smile, "This time, I want to completely erase Chu Ling's existence."
　　In Mo Yangzhou's view, Jiang Wu has never been able to fully accept him, just because Chu Ling's existence.
　　Even if there are all kinds of cause and effect in between, for a woman, the man who has been together day and night and raised children together for so many years is unforgettable.
　　Perhaps it was because she now knew that her husband and daughter had returned safely, so the hatred dissipated.
　　That wouldn't work, he wanted Jiang Wu to remember hatred again.
　　After a long time, the voice behind the screen sounded again: "I know."
　　***
　　Jiang Wu could not find anything wrong with Mo Yangzhou. In fact, she did not dare to test too much. obvious.
　　There is no pretense in a man's love, and his anxiety and joy when he is close to her are not even pretending.
　　What is his relationship with Liang Qian? This question kept Jiang Wu awake at night.
　　"Mother."
　　Mingzhu called her from the side.
　　Jiang Wu tilted his head that way: "Huh?"
　　"It's raining."
　　Jiang Wu listened carefully. He didn't hear anything at first, until the clear sound of rain hitting the roof could be heard. Come: "It's true, you have really good hearing."
　　If it were normal, Pearl would have smiled sheepishly when her mother praised her. But today, she was worried and suddenly mentioned something else: "Back then, after master saved my father, he was willing to provide him with a safe place to live on the condition that when I grow up, he would accept me as his disciple. But my father refused. "He would rather take me around than have my fate decided when I don't know anything."
　　Jiang Wu almost held his breath, listening to Mingzhu's story.
　　"Later, when I grew up, my master came to me directly and asked me if I would like to learn martial arts from him. Even though I chose this path, my father still refused my master's help because he didn't want to become what I am. "The burden became a bargaining chip for my imprisonment."
　　Mingzhu said a lot. When she talked about these things with Jiang Wu in the past, she always reported good news but not bad news, and would not talk too much about the suffering.
　　But today she rarely talked about how her father helped her survive those difficult years.
　　Jiang Wu felt distressed and confused after hearing this.
　　Is there something hidden about what happened back then? Should she talk to Mo Yangzhou? Mingzhu completely regarded him as her father. If... she knew that he was not her father, would she be sad?
　　"Mom," Mingzhu's rare and affectionate address made Jiang Wu's heart tremble, "I have already discussed it with dad, let's leave here, okay? Our family of three will always be happy together."
　　The word happiness, It's like Jiang Wu's curse.
　　Have you ever been happy in your life?
　　Are the more than ten years with Chu Ling considered happiness or misfortune? Is she going to continue like this? Don't listen and don't care, living in the illusion.
　　Although she was thinking a lot, in order not to worry her daughter, she still hummed.
　　Their voices gradually became quieter, and their breathing gradually became calmer.
　　Mingzhu thought about Chu Ling's question.
　　Father and mother, she thought, she didn't have to make a choice, right? In the middle of the
　　night
　　, Jiang Wu was awakened by Mingzhu who suddenly sat up.
　　In fact, she didn't sleep for long, so when she spoke, her voice was still awake.
　　"What's wrong, Mingzhu?"
　　"It sounds like father's footsteps." Mingzhu, who had already sat up, said.
　　Jiang Wu didn't hear anything, but she knew Mingzhu had good hearing and could do nothing wrong, so she also sat up.
　　Sure enough, after a while, they heard the sound of knocking on the door: "Awu, Mingzhu!"
　　Mo Yangzhou's voice was obviously eager. The two people who had been prepared quickly got out of bed. When Jiang Wu put on his coat, , Mingzhu had already opened the door: "Father?"
　　Mo Yangzhou glanced into the room anxiously: "Just now your master sent news that Chu Ling already knows that we are here and has brought troops over. Need to leave immediately."