Chapter 474: Alluring Marriage and Love, Inseparable for Life 52: Crying with the Sky, Loving Each Other to the End of the World

Mingzhengju.

Gu Mingxi leaned in Long Pei's arms and saw the happy Long Ziqi on the screen. Her eyes were red with emotion and she said with a slight nasal voice, "A Pei, our Yan'er has finally found her happiness!"

A smile spread across Long Pei's thin lips, he held her hand tightly and said in a determined tone, "I have always believed that our daughter will be happy!"

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In the Night Garden of Country M, Lian Mo was originally having a video conference in the study room when he received an internal call from his wife. He went downstairs and saw his wife sitting on the sofa in the living room, her eyes fixed on the LCD screen.

He sat down next to her, his slender legs overlapped, and when he saw the frozen scene, his thin lips curved into a bewitching smile: "Little girl, how could you inform me, your uncle, of such a big thing!"

She had an indifferent look on her face, and if you looked carefully you could see that her lips were tilted upward. When he opened his arms, she leaned in tacitly, relying on his warm chest.

Lian Mo turned his head and kissed her forehead, his eyes swept to her scarred feet. He had been looking at them for many years. Every time he looked at them, his heartache would always increase. "Does your leg hurt today?"

She didn't speak, just shook her head slightly to express no.

After all these years, her words are still pitiful!

Lian Mo held her calloused hand tightly, and his low voice spread in the warm house, "Are you missing Mingxi? I'll accompany you to Mingzheng Residence in a few days, okay?"

Although we often talk and video chat, we don’t have many opportunities to meet each other in recent years.

After being silent for a while, just when he thought she was asleep, he heard her cold voice with a hint of warmth, and the simple word "good" made the corners of his lips rise uncontrollably.

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In France, there is a corner in a dilapidated and dirty alley that is protected from the wind and rain. It is full of garbage and the smell of putridity is diffused. It is raining and the air is mixed with a stinking smell.

Opposite the alley is a square. The big screen in the square is broadcasting the succession of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Country A. Then he announces the marriage, walks towards his wife, and kisses her passionately, making everyone envious.

When the people who were curled up in the corner heard the name, they walked out of the corner to avoid the wind and rain without hesitation, and stood blankly in the alley in the rain, looking at the staggering allure on the blurry big screen without even blinking.

His face, his sallow face was covered with water drops, and he couldn’t tell whether it was water or tears...

His frail body trembled in the storm, and a thunder exploded in his ears. His thin and lonely body suddenly fell to the ground, sitting in a puddle of sewage, with a dull look on his face, unable to distinguish between sadness and joy.

The young man who walked into the alley holding a worn-out umbrella was dirty. He put his hands on the bulging clothes on his chest, as if he was protecting something. When he saw her lying on the ground in the rain, he ran over.

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He opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound. He just grabbed her clothes and anxiously tried to drag her back to a corner where she could shelter from the rain.

The umbrella was thrown on the ground and was blown by the wind and got stuck on the garbage pile in the corner. The heavy rain pattered down, like a dilapidated flower that was about to wither!

Because she was pulled so hard, several deformed pieces of bread hidden in her clothes fell to the ground and were soaked with sewage, making them too dirty to be ingested.

She was like a soulless person paralyzed in the rain. She had not spoken a word for months. Her lips were opening and closing, and her vocal cords were tearing in pain. In the end, she just cried "Wow" loudly, as if she wanted to tear everything away.

His grievances and pains were vented with tears.

The young man looked at her blankly, and when he heard her crying, the hand holding her clothes gradually lost strength.

His clothes were soaked by the rain and his umbrella was broken. He took off the only tattered leather jacket that could keep him warm, stood beside her, and used the leather jacket to block the top of her head to prevent her from getting wet as much as possible.

She collapsed on the ground, crying with the sky, crying uncontrollably...

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Regarding Jin Cunxu’s succession and his marriage to Long Ziqi, it has undoubtedly caused a craze around the world and has been reported by major media. Some media even want to have an exclusive interview with Jin Cunxu and Long Ziqi to learn more about their love.

story, but was ruthlessly rejected.

There were rumors outside. Some people blessed them and thought they were a match made in heaven, while others slandered them and said that this was just a political marriage and that both of them were just playing along. There was no love!

No matter how the outside world judges their marriage, Long Ziqi's peaceful life has not been affected in any way. It is not that Jin Cunxu cut off the phone or Internet cable at home, making her isolated from the world and unable to hear those sounds, but that Long Ziqi chose not to

Go and listen!

She reads the news every day, but never takes it to heart. The life belongs to her and Jin Cunxu, and they have to live it how they want. Whether they bless or slander them, they have no influence on their lives. Only fools will do it because of others.

If it doesn't matter, it will make your life uncomfortable.

After retiring from office, Jin Xishuo spent more time with Fu Xiange and lived a leisurely life. Occasionally, Aunt Ru would call and invite Long Ziqi to come to the Presidential Palace to have dinner with them, or accompany Fu Xiange to plant flowers and raise flowers.

Raise grass.

Last time I went to Mingzhengju to chat with Long Pei, I accidentally learned that Long Ziqi could also play chess. When he was bored, he asked Long Ziqi to play chess with him.

Just as Jin Cunxu and Long Pei put so much thought into playing chess, Long Ziqi and Jin Xishuo put so much thought into playing chess. They can't win, and they can't lose too obviously. This measure is really more difficult than winning.

The fiery red sunset made the entire Presidential Palace look like a picturesque wonderland. Aunt Ru arranged everything in the Presidential Palace in an orderly manner. Jin Cunxu knew that she was in the Presidential Palace and had finished her work, so she came directly over.

Seeing her playing chess with Jin Xishuo, he stepped forward and kissed her forehead softly without caring about his father's presence. His voice was gentle: "Are you tired?"

Long Ziqi's face was stunned, her watery eyes looked at him, her smile spread like ripples, and she shook her head gently.

Jin Xishuo held the black piece in his hand but did not make a move. Seeing his son's tenderness, a faint smile passed over his thin lips, "That's it, we will continue tomorrow."

Before Long Ziqi could speak, Jin Cunxu spoke first, "She's not free!" He married Qiqi and went home, not specifically to play chess with Jin Xishuo.

Jin Xishuo raised her eyebrows: "Yan'er hasn't spoken yet, why are you so anxious?" She looked at Long Ziqi with compassionate eyes.

"I'm free." Long Ziqi replied softly, ignoring Jin Cunxu's displeased eyes.

Although playing chess with Jin Xishuo takes a lot of brainpower, she likes to get along with wise elders and has benefited a lot. Take the chess game on this chessboard as an example. Life is not just a game of chess. The situation is unpredictable until the last step.

No one knows whether to lose or win.

After playing a game of chess with someone, you can get an insight into what kind of person the other person is. This is the best way for people like them to get to know each other!

Jin Xishuo looked at his son with a satisfied smile in his eyes, a bit provocative.

Jin Cunxu ignored him and took Long Ziqi's hand, "Let's go home!"

"Won't you stay for dinner together?" Jin Xishuo looked at his back and asked.

Jin Cunxu said without looking back: "I won't disturb your world."

He could be disrespectful towards Jin Xishuo, but Long Ziqi could not. While being pulled away by Jin Cunxu, he turned around and said goodbye to Jin Xishuo with apologetic eyes.

Jin Xishuo had a smile on her thin lips and thoughtful eyes until long after they left. Fu Xiange came out of the greenhouse and saw that Yan'er was not there. He sat down opposite him and said, "Yan'er was taken away by Cunxu."

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"Your son is really obsessed with love." Jin Cunxu said with emotion.

Fu Xiange's eyes fell on the chessboard, and he asked with a chuckle: "Who did you inherit it from?"

Jin Xishuo raised her eyebrows and stared into her eyes with love, but also a bit of helplessness and indulgence.

After a long silence, Fu Xiange raised his eyes to look at her husband and murmured softly: "Jing Wan's death anniversary will be in a few days..."

The corners of Jin Xishuo's mouth slowly sank...

After Kou Qikuan's family of three was forced to die by Long Lifei, he learned that Chen Roujia and Kou Jingning had colluded with people in the political arena and wanted to use Yan'er's past to force Cunxu to give up their relationship.

I don’t know whether to call them stupid or ridiculous! Those in the political arena are obviously taking advantage of Chen Roujia and Kou Jingning. Regardless of success or failure, Jin Cunxu will not retain any old feelings for the Kou family.

And those who want to reap the benefits are also foolish. They take Long Lifei as someone and Jin Cunxu as someone else. They underestimate them and their consequences are either death or injury.

Now, Cunxu is afraid that he will not go to pay homage to Jingwan anymore because of Yan'er...

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On the way back to the car, Jin Cunxu held her hand tightly and said, "If you have nothing to do, you can meet up with friends and don't go to the Presidential Palace."

Long Ziqi's thin lips overflowed with a smile, "Dad is a man with a good temper."

She knew that he was worried that he would be tired of dealing with his elders and did not want to let himself be wronged. However, Jin Xishuo and Fu Xiange were both close relatives of his. How could she turn a blind eye? She had to put in some effort to avoid alienating her feelings.

Good temper?

Jin Cunxu's thin lips curved into a meaningful smile, and he shook his head vaguely: "You don't understand him!"

How can a president of a country have such a good temper? He was able to force the old president to abdicate and call him a scoundrel. How could he be considered "good"!

Jin Xishuo has never been a kind person.

"We are a family." Long Ziqi didn't know what kind of estrangement existed between him and his parents, but she felt that Jin Xishuo and Fu Xiange loved Jin Cunxu as much as Ming Xi loved her.

No matter what misunderstandings, conflicts and conflicts a family has, they will eventually pass.

Jin Cunxu knew that she had good intentions, but there were many things that were like a knot that could not be untied or let go. He stretched out his long arms to hold her in his arms, "You are my closest relative."

Long Ziqi sensed his low tone and low mood, unwilling to continue the topic, which made him unhappy, so she reached out and patted his hand in silent comfort.

After dinner, Jin Cunxu received a call, which was probably from work. His eyes indicated to Long Ziqi that he should go to bed early and not wait for himself. He had to deal with some things and would be very late.

Long Ziqi nodded silently and went upstairs first.

After taking a shower, I have finished reading the first book and plan to go to the study room to change another one.

Jin Cunxu was not in the study, so she put the books back to their original places. She read the same books on the bookshelves, some of which she had read when she was in the United States. She took a folding ladder, stepped on it, and reached the highest point.

books.

I picked up a German book and flipped through it casually, when I suddenly saw a list tucked between the pages.

A wave of waves flashed across his clear eyes. The list was written in English, wildly and scrawled, and the letters gradually came into view. In an instant, his limbs became cold and his face turned pale...
To be continued...