Chapter 951: Typical black
Chapter 951 A typical black who is close to ink
He was alive and was disgusted by Wang Qiulan all his life.
After his death, he must not tolerate being buried in a cemetery with Wang Qiulan, so that Wang Qiulan will not only continue to disgust him, but also disgust his wife.
Once this idea took root in his heart, it soon grew into a towering tree, and no one can shake it anymore.
When he is dead, he will be buried with his wife in peace.
Only he and his wife are the only two people, and we must never add another Wang Qiulan!
Everything today was designed by him.
He knew that he gave Ling Yue a genealogy, Wang Qiulan would definitely come out to stop it.
It just so happened. With the full range of guests today, he divorced Wang Qiulan and severed ties with Wang Qiulan’s two daughters, and asked all the guests to help him be a witness.
From now on, the Xiang family belongs to him and Ling Yue.
Wait for a hundred years later, he will hand over a clean Xiang family that belongs only to Ling Yue to Ling Yue.
Looking at the cold and decisive look of Old Man Xiang, Ye Xingbei leaned into Gu Junzhu’s ear and said, "You said...this should be called Aiwu Jiwu, right?"
Because he loves to re-send his wife, he loves the grandson that he recognizes halfway through.
Because she hates Wang Qiulan, she hates it along with the two daughters born to Wang Qiulan.
This should be a typical Aiwu and Wu.
"It's not entirely true," Gu Jun held her hand, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "To Xiaoyue I love the house and Wu, and to his two daughters, I should be completely disappointed. If he is two daughters The character can be better, and the contentment can be more often happy, maybe the old man will not be so unfeeling."
"It's hard to do it," Ye Xingbei sighed, shook his head. "They are all descendants of the Xiang family. Xiaoyue can have everything, but they can't get anything. Let them accept it calmly. It's too difficult. After all, people die for money and birds die for food. There are too few people in this world who don't live for money."
"I think you just look at money like dung!" Gu Jun smiled and rubbed the back of her head, "Look, I am so rich, and I didn't even see you please me. At the beginning, I took a lot of effort to do it. If you stay, how good would you be if you are greedy for money? I save so much tongue, and you just posted it yourself."
"Thinking beautifully!" Ye Xingbei yelled at him: "A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way. Moreover, ambitious people will not eat food that comes, like me, a person like me who is out of vulgarity and high-mindedness, like you Ordinary people will not understand!"
Gu Jun couldn’t help but laugh, and said, “Ye Xiaobei, the ancients are right, near Zhu Zhechi, you see, your tone of voice now looks more and more like me!”
Ye Xingbei: "..."
It really is!
Isn't the shameless energy she just showed the same as Gu Wuye?
Ye Xingbei stretched out a finger to poke him secretly: "I am a typical black person near the ink, so annoying!"
Gu Jun laughed, grabbing her fingers and holding them in the palm of her palm.
They are the youngest among this group of people, standing at the back of the crowd, occasionally making small movements that others can’t see.
In the front of the crowd, Mrs. Xiang was playing tricks, crying and making trouble.
Elder Xiang’s two daughters also cried and poured tears into the sky. They even knelt in front of Elder Xiang and kowtow, but Elder Xiang was still unmoved.
Elder Xiang's two son-in-laws also knelt in front of Elder Xiang, their faces gray and desperate.
(End of this chapter)
