My husband loves me too much

Chapter 370 383. This marriage and divorce should not be too harmonious.

Aunt Qin is the servant who cooks dinner. She is old.

When Mu Hua entered the room, Aunt Qin came out to say hello with a smile, and secretly wiped her tears with her head down when she went back to the kitchen to cook.

Tuo Tuo circled around Mu Hua a few times, and suddenly seemed to have been opened up to Ren Du's second channel, from the initial temptation to madness, he rushed forward.

"It's so heavy," Mu Hua couldn't hold it.

The man's strong arm supported her waist, and she barely stood still, and Tuotou licked her face enough.

As for Putao, she crawled in her little nest all the time without raising her eyelids.

Forgotten is the norm.

"Take a shower first." Bo Qijin pulled Mu Hua out of Tuotuo's clutches, and walked upstairs, "I'll send you the pajamas in a while."

The location of the master bedroom has not changed.

"I don't sleep in this room."

"Then you pick, all the rooms are clean."

Mu Hua went into the side sleeper next to her.

Tuotuo wanted to follow in, but was picked up by Bo Qijin with one hand, Tuotuo opened his mouth and was about to scream.

"Hush," Bo Qijin pinched its mouth and murmured, "You're too clingy, it will make her feel a burden."

Mu Hua ate little for dinner.

Not just today.

Because I have to take a small handful of pills before each meal, I can drink enough water to drink.

Jet lag, even if you are tired, you can't sleep now, Mu Hua is nestling on the sofa playing games, the door is unlocked, and Bo Qijin enters the room with a plate of washed grapes.

"Is it sweet?"

"I don't know, I haven't tried it yet."

From the window lying on the side, you can just see the vineyards in the backyard, which are full.

Bo Qijin peeled one and fed it to Mu Hua, and within a second her pretty face wrinkled into a ball.

"Half of the property," Mu Hua kicked Bo Qijin away, picked up the cell phone that had fallen on the carpet and continued playing the unfinished game, "Add another 100 million."

Bo Qijin smiled lowly, "Just 100 million?"

He drank two glasses of red wine, and his aura was gentle.

"Yeah, that's the price," Mu Hua stretched out a finger against the man's forehead and pushed it away, "Go out, I'm sleepy."

From the day Mu Hua woke up in the ward, Bo Qijin realized that she would not be able to sleep if he was around.

Mu Hua stayed in Las Vegas for a month, and every time Bo Qijin used to open another room in the hotel, even if she arrived early, she would wait until she woke up before entering her room.

"Sleepy? Then you sleep, and I'll pick something fresh for you tomorrow."

Bo Qijin got up and walked out of you with only one grape missing, and stopped at the door, "Mu Hua."

Mu Hua looked up at him.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, Bo Qijin said, "Good night."

Mu Hua turned off the light and turned over.

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Divorce is as easy as marriage.

As long as the formalities are ready, the marriage relationship can be dissolved with a few signatures.

After coming out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, Mu Hua drove away in the car, Qin Shi sighed silently, and turned his eyes to Bo Qijin who was standing by the roadside smoking, feeling that the sunlight seemed a bit dazzling.

For two consecutive years, Qin Shi followed his boss to fly to Boston every week.

The wife is unconscious and can't feel anything.

Countless nights, Mr. Bo stayed by the hospital bed, and the air was cold. At first, Bo always talked a lot to his wife, and then he fell silent. After a while, he began to read to his wife. Change the book to another one. The most things in the ward are books.

In the hospital, is it more painful for terminally ill and suffering patients?Or is it more painful for the family members of patients who are clinging to a glimmer of hope?
"Mr. Bo, why did you agree to divorce?" Qin Shi still couldn't understand, "I don't understand."

Bo Qijin didn't say a word, just stubbed out the cigarette butt, and got into the car.

Mu Hua met with lawyer Shen Muyan.

As for property, if there is no specific figure, no one knows how much there is.

The cumulative box office of Mu Hua's two films exceeded tens of billions, and her part of the proceeds has been in her account without any movement, but compared to the newly entered amount, it is insignificant.

Bo Qijin really divided his property with Mu Hua.

On the surface, the marriage and divorce should not be too harmonious, and there are no property disputes.

Mu Hua moved into the new home, Xia Miaomiao and Qin Zhao came uninvited, they were not polite at all, they did not drink less wine, nor less food.

Xia Miaomiao, who was drunk, started the "trash wine" that might be late but would never be absent, the kind that hugged Mu Hua and cried so unimpressively that she couldn't pull her away.

There is only one sentence when they come and go: "Mumu, I'm sorry for you."

Mu Hua looked at Qin Zhao, who clasped his palms together and recited Amitabha.

He knows shit.

Half a year ago, Xia Miaomiao and He Xilou had a cold war, and returned to Jiangcheng in a fit of anger. No matter who asked, they would scold him and tell him to get out.

"Miaomiao, I'm going to be strangled to death by you," Mu Hua said helplessly.

Mu Hua only moved, and Xia Miaomiao hugged her even tighter.

Qin Zhao avoided it consciously.

Only Mu Hua and Xia Miaomiao were left in the living room, as well as a pile of wine bottles lying around.

"Okay, okay, I'm back. The car accident is not something you could have predicted." Mu Hua patted Xia Miaomiao's back and smiled, "I'm already a little touched that you can cry so sad."

Xia Miaomiao covered her face, her voice muffled and choked.

"It was He Xilou...it was the people from He Xilou who tampered with your car and caused you to lie in the hospital bed for two years. I knew it was him who did it, but...but I didn't report it to the police station. Mumu, I'm sorry for you..."

(End of this chapter)