The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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An Jingru saw that the neckline of his bathrobe was wide open and his strong chest was half exposed, so he lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Feng—Master Ling."

she said softly.

"Um."[

Ling Mufeng agreed softly, and didn't seem to care much about it.

His feelings for An Jingru seem to have gone through the sea.

The hatred towards her that was originally accumulated in my heart was also vented because I accidentally hurt Ye Zhiqiu yesterday.

The pain that went deep into the bone marrow after being betrayed by the beloved, as if the cancer had been gouged out by a sharp knife, has gradually healed.

Is time really the best healer?

After experiencing countless women, did he wear away everything that originally belonged to An Jingru?

——Or, because of this stubborn woman who never gives up?

To be honest, Ye Zhiqiu is enough for him now.

Where does he have the mind to care about other people?

Even if, the person in front of him is An Jingru, the An Jingru who once touched all his nerves.

Now, except for a little nostalgia and reminiscence, he can't arouse any emotions in him.

Just think of Ye Zhiqiu once fell to the ground, crying like rain:

"I killed my mother! It's me, it's me! It's all my fault!"

His heart suddenly clenched.

Perhaps, what he has for An Jingru is his distrust and hatred for women, apart from the vague dreams of the past.

However, since meeting Ye Zhiqiu, he has slowly learned to love, so he forgot to hate.

He just walked over slowly and snatched the gauze from Ye Zhiqiu's hand.

He grabbed her hand again and wrapped it with gauze round and round.

In the house, it was as quiet as a wasteland. [

An Jingru stood aside, watching Ling Mufeng lower his head as he helped Ye Zhiqiu wrap up the gauze.

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