Chapter 951: A Typical Black Man Near Ink

He was alive, and was disgusted by Wang Qiulan all his life.

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

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

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

There are only him and his wife, there must be no more Wang Qiulan!

Everything today was designed by him.

He knew that Wang Qiulan would come out to stop Ling Yue's genealogy.

It just so happened that, taking advantage of all the guests today, he divorced Wang Qiulan and severed ties with Wang Qiulan's two daughters, and asked all the guests to be witnesses for him.

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 only belongs to Ling Yue to Ling Yue.

Seeing Mr. Xiang's cold and decisive look, Ye Xingbei leaned into Gu Junzhu's ear and said, "You said... this should be called Ai Wu Ji Wu?"

Because he loves to reissue his wife, he loves his grandson who came back halfway like a treasure.

Because she hated Wang Qiulan, she hated them together with the two daughters born to Wang Qiulan.

This should be a typical Aiwujiwu.

"It's not exactly like this," Gu Junzhu held her hand, bowed his head slightly, and said softly, "I love Xiaoyue so much, and I should be completely disappointed with his two daughters. Maybe the old man won't be so unfeeling if his quality is better and he can be more contented and happy."

"It's hard to do," Ye Xingbei shook his head and sighed: "Don't worry about being few or not, they are all descendants of the Xiang family, Xiaoyue can have everything, they can't get anything, let them accept it all calmly It's too difficult, after all, people die for money, birds die for food, there are too few people in this world who don't live for money."

"I think you treat money like dung!" Gu Junzhu rubbed the back of her head with a smile, "Look, I'm so rich, but I didn't see you trying to curry favor with me. Back then, it took me a lot of effort to get rid of it. If you stay, how good would it be if you were greedy for money? I saved so much talking, you just posted it yourself. "

"Good idea!" Ye Xingbei spat at him: "A gentleman loves money, and he gets it in a proper way. Moreover, ambitious people don't eat cheap food. People like me who are refined and high-spirited, like you Ordinary people will not understand!"

Gu Junzhu couldn't help laughing, and said, "Ye Xiaobei, the ancients are right, close to Zhu Zhechi, look at your tone of voice now, it looks more and more like me!"

Ye Xingbei: "..."

It really is!

Isn't her shameless attitude just the same as Gu Wuye's?

Ye Xingbei stretched out a finger and poked him secretly: "I'm a typical close-ink Zhehei, I'm so annoying!"

Gu Junzhu chuckled, grabbed her fingers and held them in his palm.

They are the youngest in the group, standing at the back of the crowd, occasionally making small movements that others cannot see.

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

Mr. Xiang's two daughters were also crying, and even knelt and kowtowed in front of Mr. Xiang, but Mr. Xiang remained unmoved.

Mr. Xiang's two sons-in-law also knelt in front of Mr. Xiang, their faces ashen and full of despair.