Chapter 903 Signature, Divorce

Murong Jiancheng's palm pinched her ankle with gentle force. Bei Yuewu felt that the sprained area no longer hurt, and even felt a little comfortable.

Bei Yuewu looked at him. The tall and straight man was now kneeling on her bed, his eyes downcast and his expression very focused. Over the years, his temperament has become more calm and elegant. Just this sense of story that has gone through the years makes people stunned. Heartbeat.

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

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

"Dongfang Wanqing is your first love, the Bailian in your heart. After she got together with Yuan Ming, you were depressed for a while and very sad. Now that you have the chance, why don't you sleep with her to make up for the regret?"

Bei Yuewu really thought he was with Dongfang Wanqing, but he wasn't. Why?

Bei Yuewu's soft eyes flashed with a faint light. She didn't know what she was looking forward to?

Maybe, he also has a place for her in his heart.

Maybe, this piece of wood already knows how good she is to him, and he no longer likes Dongfang Wanqing.

Maybe he had something to say to her. He had not had the chance to say it in the past twenty-six years, but he had always kept it deep in his heart.

Maybe, he also loves her.

Murong Jiancheng's eyes sparkled when he looked at her, and time went back to the past in a trance. In the first three months of his marriage to her, she smiled at him so beautifully that it was so hot that it was unbearable.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bei Yuewu withdrew her foot from his palm and kicked him on his strong thigh. She raised her soft eyes and looked at him with all kinds of charm, "I'm asking you something, mute." "

Murong Jiancheng said dullly, "How dare I?"

Bei Yuewu quickly raised her red lips. She was very jealous at that time and did not allow him to get close to any woman.

He is a good man and a good husband. He really doesn't have the extravagant thoughts that other men have.

The pillow hit Murong Jiancheng's straight back. Murong Jiancheng made up his mind and left.

…

Murong Jiancheng returned to his room, his heart hurt so much, it tightened and shrank, as if he was being pulled hard by a big hand.

Over the years, his health has been deteriorating. Because he was worried about national affairs, he did not pay attention to his health.

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

The shirt on his body was already 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 pills and swallowed them raw.

Murong Jiancheng was sitting on the carpet, with his back against the bed board, one long leg bent and one long leg horizontal. There was silence around him. He could clearly feel the stirring pain in his heart.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The crystal chandelier above his head became blurry in his sight, as if he was dreaming.

He dreamed that when she was just pregnant with Ye Ming, the imperial doctor said that pregnant women should not be together in the first three months, which was strictly prohibited.

He came back much earlier than usual, took all the documents back to the room, and spent a lot of time with her.

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

He was sitting on the desk, looking at the documents. At this moment, his side softened. She leaned over, handed a red cherry to his lips, and said with a cute smile, "Here you can eat."

She was in his heart and eyes.

"monarch."

Then someone called him.

Murong Jiancheng slowly opened his eyes and murmured hoarsely, "Yue Wu..."

He saw clearly that the person in front of him was Ai Lei.

Not Bei Yue dance.

The smile on Murong Jiancheng's lips froze.

Ailei looked at Murong Jiancheng worriedly, "My lord, you have another heart attack. Just now I heard you calling...Mother Bei."

He kept calling her.

"Your Majesty, why don't you tell Mother Bei that no matter how many days you have left, let Mother Bei stay with you."

Murong Jiancheng slowly lowered his eyes and said nothing.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Bei Yuewu's voice came from outside the door, "Murong Jiancheng, come out!"

Bei Yuewu came. The more she thought about it in the room, the more unconvinced she became, and the more she thought about it, the less she understood. What did he mean just now?

He obviously wanted her very much.

But he left suddenly.

She needs an answer.

Bei Yuewu is a person who knows what she wants and pursues it bravely. She knows that she still loves Murong Jiancheng. He is not with Dongfang Wanqing. He has not been with another woman in the past twenty-six years. She feels He also loves her, even a little bit.

She wanted to be with him, always together, never separated.

Bei Yuewu knocked on the door hard, "Murong Jiancheng, come out quickly. I have something to ask you."

"Let me ask you, do you love me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click", and the room door opened, and what came out was... Ai Lei.

"Murong..." Bei Yuewu's words stopped abruptly, and the light in his eyes extinguished little by little.

She almost forgot that there was Ailei beside him.

At this moment, a tall and straight body jumped into sight, Murong Jiancheng arrived.

Murong Jiancheng looked at her, the intimacy as before was no longer there, but a touch of alienation, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Bei Yuewu's soft eyebrows turned cold, and she suddenly lost the desire to say what she was about to say.

His attitude said it all.

"Well, something happened. You said before that we would sign the divorce certificate at eight o'clock in the morning, but I can't wait any longer. I want to sign the divorce certificate now. Murong Jiancheng, we will apply for the divorce certificate now."

After saying that, Bei Yuewu looked up at him, not missing every expression on his handsome face.

Murong Jiancheng's deep pupils shrank slightly, and the two big palms in his trouser pockets were clenched tightly into fists, with veins popping on his palms.

Even though his heart was in turmoil, his face remained calm. He nodded slowly in her eyes, "Wait for me, I'll change clothes."

The door is closed.

…

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

She said she wanted a divorce. This was her biggest bet.

He nodded, leaving her defeated.

His eyes were hot, and big tears fell down.

…

In the room, Murong Jiancheng changed into a gray shirt. He heard in the room just now that she asked him if he loved her.

"Your Majesty," Ailei said from behind, "If you love, you have to say it. Otherwise, how will a woman know whether a man loves her or not?"

Murong Jiancheng said nothing.

"If the monarch cannot say anything, the monarch can give Mother Bei a red rose. The flower language of red roses is, I love you."

Red rose?

Murong Jiancheng stopped buttoning his buttons.

…

In the study room, the staff hurried over and handed over the two divorce agreements, "Monarch and Mistress, you can sign below. After signing, I will print it and you can get the divorce certificate. At that time, you will truly dissolve the relationship between husband and wife."

Murong Jiancheng and Bei Yuewu were sitting on two chairs. Murong Jiancheng glanced sideways at Bei Yuewu and saw Bei Yuewu picking up a pen and signing her name on the divorce agreement without hesitation.

Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes and signed his name.

"Wait a moment, you two."

The staff came to the printer and put the materials to be printed into it.

What they didn't know was that outside, Jun Xiqing was standing in front of the main power switch. She stood on tiptoes and stretched out her delicate white fingers to press the "power off" button.

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