You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 943: Typical close-ink black

He was alive and was disgusted by Wang Qiulan for a lifetime.

After he died, he would never tolerate being buried with Wang Qiulan in the same cemetery again, so that Wang Qiulan would not only continue to disgust him, but also his wife.

Once this idea took root in his heart, it quickly grew into a towering tree that no one could shake.

When he dies, he will be buried quietly with his wife.

There are only two people, he and his wife, and there can never be another Wang Qiulan!

Everything today was designed by him.

He knew that he gave Lingyue a genealogy, and Wang Qiulan would definitely come out to stop him.

It just so happened that he divorced Wang Qiulan and cut off ties with Wang Qiulan's two daughters because of the full number of guests today, and asked all the guests to help him as a witness.

From now on, the Xiang family belongs to him and Ling Yue.

After a hundred years, he will hand over a clean Xiang family that belongs only to Ling Yue to Ling Yue.

Seeing Mr. Xiang's icy and decisive look, Ye Xingbei leaned into Gu Junzhu's ear and said, "You said...this should be called Aiwu Jiwu?"

Because I love to re-send my wife, I love my grandson who I recognized halfway through.

Because I hate Wang Qiulan, I hate it together with the two daughters Wang Qiulan gave birth to.

This should be a typical love house and Wu.

"Not exactly," Gu Junzhu held her hand, bowed his head slightly, and said softly, "For Xiaoyue, he loves Wu Jiwu, and for his two daughters, he should be completely disappointed. If a daughter can have a better character and be content and happy, maybe the old man won't be so heartless."

"It's hard to do that," Ye Xingbei shook his head and sighed: "I don't suffer from widowhood but inequity. They are all descendants of the Xiang family. Xiaoyue can have everything, but they can't get anything, so let them be at peace. It's too difficult to accept all this, after all, people die for money, birds die for food, and there are too few people in this world who don't live for money."

"I think you treat money like dung!" Gu Junzhu smiled and rubbed the back of her head, "Look, I'm so rich, I don't see you flattering me. Li Cai kept you, how good would it be if you were greedy for money? I saved so much talk, and you just posted it yourself."

"I want to be beautiful!" Ye Xingbei spat at him: "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. Moreover, people with ambition will not eat what they come for. People like me who are out of this world and have a high style, Ordinary people like you won't understand!"

Gu Junzhu couldn't help laughing and said, "Ye Xiaobei, the ancients are right, Jinzhu Zhechi, you look more and more like me now!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

Really!

Isn't her shameless energy just like that of Fifth Master Gu?

Ye Xingbei stretched out a finger and poked him secretly: "I am a typical black ink person, so annoying!"

Gu Junzhu smiled lowly, grabbed her fingers, and clenched them in the palm of her hand.

They are the youngest of the group, standing at the back of the group, occasionally making small moves that no one else can see.

At the front of the crowd, Mrs. Xiang was playing tricks, crying and making trouble.

The two daughters of Mr. Xiang also burst into tears and even knelt in front of Mr. Xiang, but Mr. Xiang remained unmoved.

The two sons-in-laws of Mr. Xiang also knelt in front of Mr. Xiang, their faces ashen, full of despair.