The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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"I have hands and feet, and I don't plan to eat free food in the future. I want to support myself with my own strength. I think Ling Mufeng's money is dirty."

"you!--"

Hearing her bring up the events of the year again, she firmly opposed asking for money.

While Ye Jingrong was angry, he also felt deeply sad. [

He sighed and sat down: "You still hate Dad!"

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head: "I don't hate. My mother told me not to hate people. I haven't learned what 'hate' is."

"—However, you are really sorry for my mother."

Hearing her daughter's statement like this, Ye Jingrong had mixed feelings.

Trembling, he took out a cigarette and tried to light it with a lighter, but failed several times.

Putting down the cigarette, Ye Jingrong sighed.

"The joint property of husband and wife is regulated by national law. He should give it to you whether you want it or not."

"As for the matter between you and Qin Yishu, if you really like it, Dad will not object."

"If it's okay, I'll go down and rest." Ye Zhiqiu asked calmly.

Ye Jingrong raised his head, looked at his daughter's indifferent face, and nodded.

When Ye Zhiqiu was gone, Ye Jingrong lit a cigarette and said to himself:

"Yukun, you have raised a good daughter."

Outside the window, the moon is shining brightly——

At 07:30 the next morning, Ye Zhiqiu woke up naturally.

She slept in her own bedroom, which contained nothing but a bookcase.

After washing up, I practiced some yoga in the room.

At eight o'clock, when the servant was ready to wake her up on time.

Ye Zhiqiu packed up early, and changed into a fresh outfit.

In the next room, Ye Zhishu and Ye Zhili were obviously unwilling to get up. [

Yu Fen also sleeps on the bed, and only asks the servants to bring meals up.

Downstairs, only Ye Zhiqiu and Ye Jingrong sat opposite each other to eat.

(ps: There is a class at 3 o'clock, and it will be updated in the evening! Ye Zhiqiu's mother's name is the name of the mother of a college classmate of mine. Her mother knew very well that she was very gentle and kind, but it was a pity that she died of a cerebral hemorrhage.)

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