How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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"Your biological father, although he was already dead when we found him. But from the physical point of view, he suffered a lot before death."
　　Mingzhu's eyes suddenly opened . ‌Moist.
　　"You don't need to feel guilty towards Mo Yangzhou. He only used you as a tool. If he hadn't taken you away, you would have been able to grow up under Madam's protection."
　　Chu The gradually deepening voice finally made Mingzhu realize that something was wrong.
　　"What's wrong with you?"
　　But the man had closed his eyes and never responded. Mingzhu panicked: "Hey, what's wrong with you?" When checking his body, Mingzhu discovered his back. Hit by an arrow.
　　The arrow was poisonous, but from beginning to end, he never said a word.
　　"Hello."
　　"The first grade of junior high school."
　　"Uncle the first grade of junior high school."
　　Mingzhu called out again and again, but the only response to her was death-like silence.
　　Physical pain, betrayal by the person she trusted the most, and witnessing others dying for her, she seemed to have experienced a lot in one night, and tears burst out in the darkness.
　　Mingzhu guarded Chu Yi's body until dawn, but the whole night, until Chu Ling came over, she couldn't figure it out.
　　Why did this person risk his life to save himself?
　　***
　　Mingzhu had left, but Jiang Wu still stood there for a long time. Those dusty memories rushed to appear in her mind.
　　The first grade of junior high school at this moment is not just the knife in the hand of the cold-blooded and ruthless Chu Ling that I have known in the past five years. He was also the taciturn but extremely reliable guard for more than ten years.
　　Jiang Wu held the table with his hands and slowly slid onto the chair.
　　"In the first year of junior high school, I don't have any tools, so I borrowed your sword to use it."
　　"Wow, this sword is really good, and it won't even get blackened."
　　That's their family. People were playing in the mountains and forests, and Aye poked his head out of his arms curiously: "Uncle Chuyi, didn't you say that the sword is your second life?"
　　Jiang Wu was stunned, and she looked In the past tense, for the first time I saw dodge in the man's eyes.
　　"No." He said, "That was before."
　　Jiang Wu smiled happily: "Why do you treat this cold thing as a second life?"
　　She always hoped that she could have her own home in the first year of junior high school, and ‌I have always treated him like family.
　　She knew that the reason why he said that was before was because in the heart of this cold-faced and warm-hearted man, they were already his family that he cared about.
　　He could sacrifice his life for his family.
　　Jiang Wu covered his face and burst into tears. It's so painful, really painful. If I didn't remember all this, it wouldn't be so painful.
　　Because it hurt too much, she had to hold her %e8%83%b8 mouth, as if doing so would alleviate the suffocation there.
　　Ever since she learned that Liang Qian had encountered an accident, those repressed emotions were fermenting in her heart, making her breathless.
　　It would be nice if...if only I had never met Chu Ling.
　　She kept her home in a peaceful corner. Liang Qian would not die, nor would Chu Yi. Aye and Nian Yin would be born in a harmonious home with their parents nearby, and Mingzhu would not experience these pains.
　　If she could start her life over again, she would definitely not take Qingyang back. In this life... she would definitely try every means to avoid Chu Ling.
　　She really thought that she had never met him before.
　　***
　　Mo Yangzhou was seriously injured.
　　It was urgent to leave. He knew that he should seize the time to heal his wounds, but after returning, he couldn't help but walk in the direction of Jiang Wu.
　　"Has she been in the house today?"
　　"Back to the master, yes."
　　The servant reported some other things, such as Jiang Wu still hadn't eaten much and seemed to have cried again today.
　　The man's eyebrows frowned unconsciously when he heard this.
　　He was not such a person originally. He had been pretending for too long, and caring about her in every detail had become an instinct.
　　Sure enough, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the woman's eyes still glowing red.
　　Although that appearance was touching and affectionate, he somehow didn't want her to cry anymore.