Chapter 1903

Murong Jiancheng's palm pinched her ankle, soft and powerful. Beiyue dance felt that the place where she sprained just now didn't hurt, and even felt a little comfortable.

Bei YUEWU looked at him. The tall and straight man is kneeling on her bed now, and his eyes are very focused. In recent years, his temperament has been more calm and elegant. Just this sense of story over the years makes people palpitate.

"Murong Jiancheng," Bei Yue danced on the bed and called his name lazily, "why didn't you touch Dongfang Wanqing twenty-six years ago?"

Murong Jiancheng raised her eyes and fell on her charming eyebrows.

"Dongfang Wanqing is your first love and the white lotus in your heart. After she was with Yuan Ming, you were depressed for some time and very sad. Now that you have a chance, why don't you sleep her and make up for your regret?"

Beiyue dance really thought he was with Dongfang Wanqing, but he didn't. why?

Beiyue dance's soft eyes twinkled with a faint light. She didn't know what she was looking forward to?

Perhaps, his heart also has her position.

Perhaps this wood has known her kindness to him, and he no longer likes Oriental Wanqing.

Maybe he has something to say to her. He hasn't had a chance to say it in the past 26 years, but it has been hidden in his heart.

Maybe he loves her too.

Murong Jiancheng saw her eyes broken and bright, and the time went back to the past in a trance. In the first three months of his marriage with her, she smiled at him, hot and overwhelming.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bei YUEWU took his foot back from his palm and kicked it on his strong thigh. The tips of her soft eyes picked up. She looked at him in all kinds of styles, "what's the matter with you, mute?"

Murong Jiancheng said, "where dare I?"

Beiyue dance quickly aroused red lips. She was very jealous at that time and didn't allow him to get close to any woman.

He is a good man, a good husband. Other men have some thoughts, but he really doesn't.

The pillow hit Murong Jiancheng's crisp back. Murong Jiancheng was cruel and left.

……

Murong Jiancheng returned to his room. His heart hurt. He tightened and shrunk, as if he had been forcibly grabbed by a big palm.

Over the years, his health has gone from bad to worse. He didn't pay attention to his health because he was worried about state affairs.

Some time ago, he was diagnosed with late myocardial infarction.

His shirt was wet with cold sweat. Murong Jiancheng quickly walked to the bed cabinet, opened the drawer and took out the medicine bottle.

He poured out two tablets and swallowed them raw.

Murong Jiancheng sat on the carpet with his back against the bed board, one long leg bent and one long leg crossed. It was silent all around. He clearly felt the pain of stirring wantonly in his heart.

He closed his eyes slowly.

The crystal chandelier on his head became blurred in his sight, and he seemed to be dreaming.

He dreamed that when she was just pregnant with Yeming, the imperial doctor said that pregnant women could not be together for the first three months, which was expressly prohibited.

He came back a lot earlier than usual, took all the documents back to his room and accompanied her a lot.

After all, he was also his first child. When he became a father for the first time, he naturally valued their mother and son more than anything.

He sat on the table and looked at the document. At this time, she leaned over, handed a red cherry to his lips and said with a funny smile, "here you are."

His heart is full of her.

"Monarch."

Then someone was calling him.

Murong Jiancheng slowly opened his eyes. He murmured, "Yue dance..."

He saw the man in front of him. It was Elle.

Not Beiyue dance.

The smile on Murong Jiancheng's lips froze.

AI Lei looked at Murong Jiancheng anxiously. "Monarch, your heart attack has broken out again. Just now I heard you calling... Mistress shellfish."

He kept calling her.

"Monarch, why don't you tell Mrs. Bei that no matter how many days you have left, let her stay with you."

Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes slowly and didn't speak.

At this time, the knock of "knock knock knock" sounded, and the sound of Bei Yue dance came from outside the door, "Murong Jiancheng, you come out!"

Beiyue dance came. The more she thought in the room, the more unconvinced she was, and the more she thought, the more she didn't understand. What did he mean just now?

He clearly wants her.

But he suddenly left.

She needs an answer.

Beiyue dance is a person who knows what she wants and pursues bravely. She knows she still loves Murong Jiancheng. He is not with Dongfang Wanqing. She hasn't had another woman in the past 26 years. She thinks he also loves her, even a little.

She wants to be with him, always together, never apart.

Beiyue dance knocked hard at the door, "Murong Jiancheng, come out quickly. I have something to ask you."

"I ask you, do you love me or not?"

As soon as the voice fell, "Da", the door of the room opened and out came... Elle.

"Murong..." Bei Yue's words stopped abruptly, and the light in his eyes went out a little bit.

She almost forgot that he had an Elle beside him.

At this time, a tall and straight body jumped into sight and Murong came.

Murong Jiancheng looked at her. There was no intimacy just now, but a slight alienation. "What's the matter with me?"

Bei Yue's soft and charming eyebrows and eyes cooled down. What she wanted to say just now suddenly had no desire to say.

His attitude explains everything.

"Well, something happened. You said earlier that you would sign for divorce at 8 a.m., but I can't wait. I want to sign for divorce now. Murong Jiancheng, we will handle the divorce certificate now."

With that, Bei YUEWU looked up at him and didn't let go of every expression on his handsome face.

Murong Jiancheng's deep pupil contracted slightly, and his two big palms in his trouser pocket also clenched tightly into fists, with green tendons on his palm.

Even if the heart has turned upside down, but his face is calm, he nodded slowly in her eyes, "wait for me, I'll change my clothes."

The door closed.

……

Bei YUEWU watched his room door close in front of her, and he extinguished her last hope with his own hands.

She said she was going to divorce, which was her biggest bet.

He nodded and let her lose.

The eyes were hot, and big tears fell down.

……

In the room, Murong Jiancheng changed a gray shirt. Just now he heard it in the room. She asked him if he loved her.

"Monarch," said AI Lei behind her, "if you love, you have to say it. Otherwise, how can a woman know whether a man loves her or not?"

Murong Jiancheng didn't speak.

"If the monarch can't say it, the monarch can send a red rose to Mrs. shellfish. The flower language of the red rose is, I love you."

Red rose?

Murong finished buttoning.

……

In the study, the staff came in a hurry and handed over the two divorce agreements, "monarch, mistress, you can sign at the bottom, sign, I print it, you can get the divorce certificate, and then you will really dissolve the relationship between husband and wife."

Murong Jiancheng and Bei YUEWU sat on two chairs. Murong Jiancheng glanced at Bei YUEWU and saw that Bei YUEWU picked up the pen and signed his name on the divorce agreement without hesitation.

Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and signed his name.

"Wait a minute, two."

The staff came to the printer and put in the information to be printed.

What they didn't know was that outside, Jun Xiqing stood in front of the main power switch. She stood on tiptoe, stretched out her white finger and pressed the "power off" button.

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