How to divorce the Prime Minister MTL

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The bloodline he shared with Jiang Wu began to throb inexplicably in his mouth.
　　Chu Ling was a little surprised, surprised that she felt belatedly becoming a father.
　　While Jiang Wu was a mother early on and loved his children unreservedly, it was not until today that he finally truly stepped into the role of father. Among the characters b2.
　　Yes, it's no wonder that children, without exception, prefer their mothers.
　　He seemed...to have missed a lot. Only now could he slowly comprehend the things Jiang Wu had been teaching him.
　　Unfortunately, it seems to be too late.
　　"Father%e4%ba%b2?"
　　Chu Ye's voice brought Chu Ling back from his thoughts. He glanced at his son. Although his eyes contained thousands of thoughts, from the perspective of others, they were only faint. At a glance, no emotion can be seen.
　　"I called you here because I have something to explain to you."
　　Chu Ling finally started to talk about the business. There were too many things to talk to Chu Ye, but time did not allow, so he could only explain some important things. matter.
　　During these days, he had been making final preparations, fearing that something would go wrong, or that no one would be able to protect Jiang Wu without him. But no matter how prepared I was, I felt it was not enough.

　　Chu Ye was listening carefully at first, but the more he listened, the tighter his brows became, as if he sensed something was wrong, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Father%e4%ba%b2, there is no need to rush these things at this moment." Right? Why are you..."
　　He seemed to be giving his last words, but he didn't ask because they were so treacherous.
　　Chu Ling didn't care about him either.
　　"Life, death, misfortunes and blessings in this world are inherently uncertain." His tone was as calm but majestic as ever, "In this family, if I am no longer here, only you can protect your sister. With my mother%e4%ba%b2. Or..." At this point, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you feel that you are not good enough, I can also ask your sister."
　　The mentality of comparison is human. None of them are exempt from vulgarity, and Chu Ye really had a serious look on his face.
　　"Of course I can."
　　Chu Ling nodded slightly.
　　At the end of the conversation, Chu Ye stood up and resigned to him. The young man was always as warm as a spring breeze to others, but he was always cold and indifferent to him. He only maintained basic etiquette for the sake of the Son of Man, and after giving a brief salute, he turned around and left.
　　Chu Ling looked at his back. The once little one had grown into a graceful young man at some point and was about to shoulder the responsibility of the family.
　　He wanted to call out to him, but he couldn't make a sound.
　　It wasn't until Chu Ye's back completely disappeared that Chu Ling looked back.
　　Forget it, he lowered his head and looked at the messy pile of papers on the table again, reaching out and slowly sorting them out one by one. When his thoughts were not occupied by trivial matters, Jiang Wu's shadow would creep in at every opportunity, and then effortlessly, he would be filled with her.
　　I don't know how many times I have thought about seeing her.
　　My heart has been eager to fly over, but the man's feet can't move even an inch. The more she thought back on this half-life, the clearer she became that she would never forgive herself. Looking back on those vague and extravagant hopes after sobering up, they are indeed ridiculously naive.
　　"Madam."
　　The voice coming from outside the door made Chu Ling slightly startled.
　　"Is the adult inside?"
　　He almost thought it was because he was lovesick and hallucinating. Otherwise, how could he hear Jiang Wu's voice?
　　How could she take the initiative to come to him?
　　But the next moment, as the study door opened, when he saw that familiar figure, his hands still clenched into fists unconsciously, and the paper in his hands also wrinkled together with his movements.
　　Jiang Wu paused at the door for a moment before walking in.
　　"My servant said that you haven't eaten much in the past few days. Didn't you eat dinner today?" She put down the food box, "I see that you...seem to be very busy lately."
　　The woman was standing not far away across the table. She was dressed plainly, without any makeup, but it was as if thousands of brilliance were pouring down on her. She was gentle and restrained, yet incredibly beautiful.
　　Ah Wu, Chu Ling heard the voice of despair in her heart, don't be so gentle to me, let me have unrealistic fantasies, and let my heart keep swinging between despair and hope.
　　That was more torturous than simple despair.
　　He remained silent, and Jiang Wu frowned in confusion. He didn't ask any more questions, but just asked again: "You should also pay attention to your body."
　　After saying that, just as he was about to leave, his hand was suddenly grabbed. Lived.
　　She turned back and met Chu Ling's deep gaze: "Would you please stay with me?"
　　The hand holding her was only held empty, without using much strength, as if waiting for her decision.