MTL - Shock! My Husband Was Born From the Sky and Turned Out To Be the Richest Man - Chapter 7 Huo Beiyan gave too much

Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.

After three years of marriage, Xia Zimu died on her and Gu Huaixi’s wedding anniversary.

She spent all her ten years of youth chasing him.

However, even though she was hit badly, until he died, he never looked at her.

After living a new life, she resolutely filed for divorce, and finally achieved a positive result with the man who had silently guarded her for ten years.

Seeing her being sweet with others, Gu Huaixi finally went crazy.

“Mumu, I was wrong, turn around and look at me, okay?”

Xia Zimu held Lu Jinghao’s hand, smiling like a flower.

“Sorry, Young Master Gu, I don’t have any place for you in my heart.”

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