He was alive and was disgusted by Wang Qiulan for a lifetime.

After his death, he must not tolerate being buried in a cemetery with Wang Qiulan again, so that Wang Qiulan will not only continue to disgust him, but also disgust his wife.

Once this thought took root in his heart, it soon grew into a towering tree, and no one could shake it again.

When he dies, he will be buried quietly with his wife.

There are only two people, him and his wife, and there must be no more Wang Qiulan!

Everything today was designed by him.

He knew that if he gave Ling Yue a genealogy, Wang Qiulan would definitely come out to stop him.

It just so happened that with the complete number of guests today, he divorced Wang Qiulan and broke off relations with Wang Qiulan's two daughters, and asked all the guests to help him testify.

From now on, the Xiang family is the Xiang family that belongs to him and Ling Yue.

After a hundred years, he will hand over a clean Xiang family that belongs to Ling Yue alone.

Looking at Old Man Xiang's cold and resolute appearance, Ye Xingbei leaned into Gu Jun's ear and said, "You say...... This should be called Aiwu and Wu, right? ”

Because he loves to resend his wife, he loves his grandson who came back halfway.

Because he hates Wang Qiulan, he hates it together with the two daughters born to Wang Qiulan.

This should be a typical love house and Wu.

"It's not entirely like that," Gu Junzhu held her hand, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "Xiao Yue loves Wu and Wu, and he should be completely disappointed in his two daughters, if his two daughters can have better character and be content and happy, maybe the old man will not be so ruthless." ”

"It's hard to do," Ye Xingbei shook his head and sighed: "Don't suffer from widowhood but unevenness, they are all descendants of the Xiang family, Xiaoyue can have everything, they can't get anything, it's too difficult for them to accept all this calmly, after all, people die for money, birds die for food, and there are too few people in this world who don't live for money." ”

"I think you treat money like dung!" Gu Junchai smiled and rubbed the back of her head, "Look, I'm so rich, I don't see you currying favor with me, I still spent Niu Jiuerhu to keep you, how good would it be if you were greedy for money?" I don't have to spend so many tongues, you can stick it yourself. ”

"Think beautifully!" Ye Xingbei snorted at him: "A gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, and besides, people with ambition will not eat the food that comes to them, a person like me who is out of the dust and has a high style and a bright festival, you ordinary people will not understand!" ”

Gu Jun couldn't help but laugh, and said: "Ye Xiaobei, what the ancients said is right, close to Zhu Zhechi, you see that the tone of your voice now is becoming more and more like me!" ”

Ye Xingbei: "......"

Really!

The shameless energy she had just now was not the same as Gu Wuye?

Ye Xingbei stretched out a finger and poked him secretly: "I'm a typical ink-nearer black, it's so annoying!" ”

Gu Jun chuckled, grabbed her fingers, and held them in his palm.

They were the youngest of the group, standing at the back of the crowd, occasionally making small movements that no one else could see.

At the front of the crowd, Mrs. Xiang was playing tricks, crying and making trouble.

Old Man Xiang's two daughters also cried in tears, and even knelt in front of Old Man Xiang and kowtowed repeatedly, but Old Man Xiang was still unmoved.

Old Man Xiang's two sons-in-law also knelt in front of Old Man Xiang, their faces were like ashes, full of despair.