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Chapter 220: 221 Madam Doesn't Love Him

Chapter 220: 221: Mrs. 221: Don’t Love Him

Author: Rainfall

Chapter 220: 221: Mrs. 221: Don’t Love Him

Ji Qingwu tightened the medicine bottle and whispered, "No trouble."

The old doctor who had already walked out a few meters away with the medicine box suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned around and looked at Ji Qingwu.

"Madam, Rong Caomin said something ruthless."

...

"For some reason, Caomin finally agreed to marry the Prime Minister. In Caomin's opinion, the wife did not love him."

"But no matter what, it is a fact that the Prime Minister saved his wife. Now that the wedding is over, the Prime Minister and his wife are married. The people do not ask the Prime Minister to love the Prime Minister like the Prime Minister, but only ask..."

"I just want my wife to be more concerned about the adults."

"The Caomin knew that this was offensive. If the wife minded, she would just take care of her."

...

Before I knew it, a night passed.

The morning glimmer shone through the window and fell on the bedside.

The man on the bed had his clothes to his waistline, and two pieces of purple bruises spread on his cold white back, and the bruises were red. They were blood scabs condensed after taking medicine.

Ji Qingwu sat on the ground, supporting her head with her right hand and putting her elbow beside the bed.

It was probably because of this body. After she applied the medicine to Rong Xu in the middle of the night, she felt sleepy and exhausted.

Later I fell asleep directly.

Ji Qingwu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her head drooped for a moment and opened her eyes. I don't know how many times she woke up.

The girl subconsciously glanced at the man on the bed, and saw that the other party was still lying in a fixed position, and she frowned slightly.

Ji Qingwu moved her legs and stood up slowly. As soon as she got together, her dense soreness and itchy rushed up along the soles of her feet.

Tsk, it's numb.

Ji Qingwu gritted her teeth and kept standing upright for a long time before she began to take a step forward.

She bent down, put her hands on the man's shoulder, moved her position after a little force, and then gently bending his arm to change position.

Rong Xu was not attached to the upper body, Ji Qingwu's hand pressed directly on his shoulders, and the two touched each other, and a strange feeling reached the top of her heart.

Ji Qingwu's fingertips trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but lighten the force of touching the other party. After doing everything, she quickly retracted her hand.

The girl slowly stretched her waist, and the tassel hairpin between her hair made a crisp sound, and she shook her head gently.

In front of the bronze mirror, Ji Qingwu raised her hand and took off the complicated swearings between her hair one by one.

Looking at the wedding dress on her body, she pursed her lips slightly, turned her head and looked for it, and saw the wardrobe at the bedside at a glance.

The wardrobe is about two meters long. Ji Qingwu was still thinking before she opened it, how many dresses would it take to fill the wardrobe.

Until the moment she opened the cabinet door, the various dresses that caught her eye made her compare. Even the dresses in her storage ring were not as much as in front of her.

Ji Qingwu used to choose a white dress.

When I closed the cabinet door, my eyes couldn't help but glimpse at a corner of the bottom of the cabinet, and a belt that belonged to a man was exposed.

She squatted down and looked at it, and saw that the bottom layer of the wardrobe was neatly stacked, which was the man's clothes.

Compared with the dresses hanging on it, the few robes stacked in such a narrow space are really shabby.

Ji Qingwu was in a complicated mood and put her belt back on her original position. Then she took the top set of clothes and hugged it in her arms, then got up and closed the door.

She couldn't help but need to change her clothes, and Rong Xu also wanted to change them.

Ji Qingwu put the man's clothes on the head of the bed, swept his eyes over the screen not far away, and couldn't carry it over.
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