Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1987 uses 20 years to prove who is the only one

Lingtian was in a very good mood. He held Qing Yaoji with his hands behind him, and walked briskly. Seeing her daughter approaching, she glanced sideways, smiled across her eyes, and nodded, "You said nothing. Wrong, it should be sealed."

The stunning and moving Qing Yaoji snorted, reminding Lingtian, "No random seals are allowed."

The happy family of four spent a while in the Shendi Palace, and Lingtian took his beloved wife to the Jinluang Palace to discuss matters concerning Lingshang's entrustment with the priest.

Because the positions in the gods are currently full, and the gods do not have a suitable position for Lingshang to take over, the matter of conferring gods must not only be cautious, but also need to be discussed.

After the parents left, Lingshou stayed beside Lingshang who was curled up on the soft couch holding the silk pillow in a daze, and was sending messages to Gong Siyu.

Thousands of lotus lanterns flickered around, the gauze was misty, and the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance.

Lingshang's bleak purple eyes stared blankly at the flickering candles, and the chaotic memories in his mind continued to overlap and change, constantly changing.

His face was slightly pale, because he remembered that at the last moment before he died when he was still Bai Xiaobai, he was covered in blood, his ribs were broken, and his heart hurt...

As for why you died...

Why does Jiang Ziwen's face keep flashing in his mind?

Lingshang's memory hasn't all been smooth, he is a little...

"sister……"

Suddenly, Lingshang's slender index finger stretched out, gently hooked Lingling's long hair, and cleared his voice.

"Huh?" Lingyu was typing with Gong Siyu, hearing the sound, and looking back suddenly, "What's the matter? By the way, you will come home with me later. Your brother-in-law prepared a banquet for you, and see you by the way. Little nephew, behaved, called Lian'er, he looks softer than a cat, but your eldest nephew and niece are not at home, and they won’t be able to come back temporarily."

The third nephew?

Lingshang was taken aback for a moment, and based on the scene in his memory, he was full of questions.

This is exactly what he wants to ask.

"Sister... how long has it been?" In the intermittent memory, Bai Xiaobai found in disbelief that the current time is still stuck in the 21st century, the tenth century, at least hundreds of years, how...how it was when he left ?

"Not much, not much, twenty years." Lingyu didn't think much, and replied directly. When she finished speaking, she froze abruptly, turned her head back suddenly, after that, she missed her mouth by accident.

In fact, it's not a leak, because Lingyu feels that even if she doesn't say it, Lingshang will soon find out that something is wrong...

"Twenty... years?" Ling Shang sat up in disbelief, her purple eyes widened, "Tenth! Tenth! Twenty years are over? How could it be possible!"

"..." Lingyu blocked her face with her mobile phone, only revealed a pair of eyes, and smiled awkwardly.

"Who did it, sister, tell me who made the ghost!" Lingshang was not calm, but his expression was both angry and aggrieved, and his meticulous plan to "forget someone" was ruined for no reason.

"Anyway, it won't be me." Lingyu quickly dismissed, "It's definitely not your brother-in-law either. Your brother-in-law and I respect every decision you make, not us."

"..."

Who could it be?

Lingshang's beautiful face was covered with cold color, and he kept tossing the pillow in his arms, thinking angrily about who would destroy it.

Mother concubine? The emperor? It can't be them, Samsara Crossing Tribulation is not under their control, these are all underworld...

Underworld!

It was Yan Wang Rongqian, who was in charge of the reincarnation, but Lingshang thought about whether he had a holiday with Rongqian.

Then there is only one possibility...

"It's him?" Lingshang didn't have the courage to say the name of that person. After all, on the eve of his decision to leave, his unfeeling and indifference were too cruel. Lingshang quickly denied his stupid thoughts and shook his head. , "No, it won't be his..."

Lingshang's face, which was highly similar to Linggui, was gloomy, and his dark purple pupils shone dazzlingly under the gleaming lights of candles, and contained infinite sadness.

"He wished I didn't exist, and didn't bother him, it wouldn't be his..."

"..."

Lingyu didn't say a word, carrying Lingshang on her back, just looking carefully, her chat interface had long been switched to Jiang Ziwen's dialog box.

She was secretly pressing the talk button, recorded all Lingshang's self-talk, and sent it to Jiang Ziwen.

The ink hair was like a waterfall, Lingshang wore a snow-colored robe, and he hugged the jade pillow with a disheveled hair, leaning lonely on the soft couch, and the whole person was shattered.

"Who the **** is it? This is too much. It will not make people feel better after all the calamities. What kind of grudges and complaints...It is really too much, sister!"

Lingki kept nodding his head and echoed: "Yes, it's too much! It's just a joke!"

Lingsui's memory of Lingshang has not yet fully manifested, and within a few days, her stupid brother will know whose masterpiece this is.

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Underworld, Underworld Division, Jiang Ziwen's top-level office.

Jiang Ziwen, who was overwhelmed by more documents, clicked on the voice and listened to it countless times. In the end, he gave a cold voice and threw the phone on the table in a joyful heart, sitting in a swivel chair, circling in a circle, backing the desk, Looking at the vast and vast **** setting sun outside the underworld.

On this matter, there was another person in his office who was sitting on the side of the sofa with Erlang's legs tilted, drinking tea, and yelling.

"I was entangled by that little policeman and almost couldn't do without Gusu. He was stunned. Bai Xiaobai's body was not allowed to be cremated and buried. He had to insist that Bai Xiaobai's death was also a conspiracy. Reunited with my younger brother, one is here to overhear others, and I will take care of all the troublesome work! Go to my house for dinner at night."

"Don't go, busy." Jiang Ziwen's voice was deep and muffled.

"Shang'er is back, don't you see?" I don't know who can't wait to return to the underworld, can't wait for Lingshang to return to life, shortening people's hundreds of years of calamity to 20 years, as a result, people have returned and disappeared. ?

"Don't go." Jiang Ziwen gestured.

"And why?" Gong Siyu rolled his eyes and said with a sharp tongue, "Jiang Ziwen, don't want to face and suffer. You let the shaman leave back then. Is it possible that now you are still waiting for others to give your arms? You? Have you given people courage?"

"You don't understand." Jiang Ziwen glanced at Gong Siyu with sharp eyes.

"I don't understand?" Gong Siyu pointed to his nose and raised his voice, "Why don't I understand? How do you know better than me on how to maintain relationships? You... the death of a single mother and child..."

Without the spirit, Gong Siyu opened his mouth unscrupulously and got dirty.

But before he finished cursing, he was interrupted coldly by Jiang Ziwen, "Shang'er and Gui'er look too much alike, which leads to the fact that Shang'er likes to be horny. I feel that the person in my heart is your ancestor from beginning to end. I admit that in the past my I did love, but I only loved it. That is the past tense. In the tomb of the emperor, knowing that you have resurrected her desperately, I know that I should let go. My Jiang Ziwen is just a good one. But Shanger never believed him. He felt that I was bound to him because of my responsibility."

"..."

"So I gave us 20 years of time to settle each other. Disi, for me, 20 years is the limit. I have proved my heart and the true feeling of this relationship. I use time to prove who It’s my only one."

(End of this chapter)