Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 960 Apart from her, there is nothing to miss in the world of mortals
In fact, he has almost forgotten what kind of face his Xiao Qi has.

He even suspected that his obsession with Mo Xiaoqi had already been mixed with dust, changed its quality and was no longer clean.

What he may love is just a phantom, a feeling that cannot be obtained, a regret that is lost and found...

It took An Qiyue about 3 minutes to read through the agreement full of numbers.

A right to inherit property.

An Qiyue is incompetent in mathematics, and only feels that the amount in each account is astronomical.

Not to mention that, the land rights including the several islands in Wuwanghai were all adopted to her name one by one.

It can be said that Shura spent all his financial and material resources on these few pages.

An Qiyue's eye sockets gradually became blurred and moist uncontrollably.

The familiar feeling of tearing seemed to grow into the body, and with the gradual emergence of memories, it gradually became clear and unbearably painful.

She admitted that she was not as cruel as she thought.

Shura's kindness to her, the past two years close at hand, is like drinking poison in the blood, and it has become a part of her body.

What's more, he came up with such a trick out of nowhere.

An Qiyue subconsciously thought, what happened to this man?
She put down the document in her hand, sank into the sofa lazily and casually, the coolness in her voice finally fluctuated and changed.

She stared at him with bright black eyes, not letting go of any expression on his face, "Are you going to die? So before I died, I had no relatives, no reason, and no one who would inherit your property. To throw all your filthy, blood-stained money on me? Do you think I'll take or spend your putrid, corpse-covered, maggot-ridden money? You're dead , and cannot wash away your soul. I tell you very clearly, I will not sign. But if you really suffer from some terminal illness, if you die, I will personally choose a grave with good geomantic omen for you, so that you can have eternal life. "

Bitter and mean, just as Shura expected.

He said that my hands have been pampered in the past two years, and the finger bones are even and slender. I knocked the cup noodles from time to time, giving people a pleasing illusion.

At this moment, his originally slightly frowned brows relaxed, it seemed that An Qiyue's harsh words had no effect on him at all.

He stood up from the sofa, his figure stretched under the halo.

For such a brief moment, An Qiyue felt that this man had lost a lot of weight.

Shura raised his feet and moved to the glass wall, squinting his eyes overlooking the entire bustling commercial street in Paris.

He stood quietly for a while, and then said with a faint smile: "Xiaoqi, you don't need to say such words to remind me of what a heinous person I am. Of course, if one day, I walk in front of you, every Qingming If you can sweep my grave once and plant a weeping willow on my grave, I think I should be able to obtain eternal life."

He paused, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the warmth of the sun hitting the eyelids when it passed through the clouds.

He secretly thought, there is nothing more sorrowful than heartbreak, and he is afraid that this man in the world of mortals has nothing worthy of his nostalgia and distress except for the girl in front of him who wants to cut him into pieces.

He turned around and waved to An Qiyue, his voice was warm and cool, just like when they stood on the island many years ago and they sat back to back on the hill to watch the sunset, An Qiyue was fascinated.

"Xiao Qi, come here."

An Qiyue's chest felt uncontrollably sore, those memories that had been dusted by time were like waves blown up by the wind, coming extremely clear and surging.

(End of this chapter)