If you want a husband, you have to fight for it.

There appears the white moonlight in every man's life.

The place Guan Baishu found was a bit remote, at least far away from the banquet hall.

They walked into a room and sat down in front of a huge French window.

There is also a cluster of blooming red flowers outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

"It's the rose."

Guan Baishu sat opposite him, smoking most of the cigarette in his hand.

"Oh."

Wan Chuncao sat down opposite Guan Baishu, crossed his legs, holding an unextinguished cigarette in his hand, looking calm and composed.

The queen still has that aura.

Guan Baishu shook off the ashes on his hands and looked at the scenery outside the French window: "You can't smoke, but you like the smell of cigarettes?"

Wan Chuncao also shook off the ashes skillfully and looked at the night light outside the window: "It's the same if you don't smoke, but smell it. People always need to relieve stress."

Guan Baishu naturally looked down on this attempt to cover up one's mistake and smiled contemptuously: "Why not just smoke it directly?"

Wan Chuncao smelled the cigarette and smiled: "My parents won't allow it."

There was wind outside the window, and the flowers under the night light were swayed and a few petals fell off.

Guan Baishu retracted his gaze, took two more puffs, and then put out the cigarette in the ashtray: "What's your name?"

Guan Chuncao also turned back slowly and spoke slowly: "Guanting."

"Wanting, Miss Wan,"

Guan Baishu exhaled the last puff of smoke from his mouth, and his words were full of contempt: "I have seen many women like you. You pretend to be good girls in front of outsiders, but when you finally get close to a rich man, your true nature will be revealed, just like a drowning person finding a driftwood and using all his strength to climb up."

Wan Chuncao was not angry, she just asked with a smile: "Women like us?"

Guan Baishu looked Wan Chuncao up and down without any concealment in his eyes.

This whole look was a mockery of Wan Chuncao, saying that she was a woman who relied on her figure and body to get ahead.

Wan Chuncao smiled again: "Just think of it as you complimenting my good figure."

Guan Baishu snorted in disdain and got straight to the point: "So you admit that you married Mu Yu by relying on your body to get ahead?"

This "Mu Yu" sounded familiar, as if I had known him for a long time.

But they knew each other, didn't they?

So Wan Chuncao was not angry: "His marriage should have nothing to do with Miss Guan."

These words, like Yu Xiu's "family affairs", are very repulsive.

Guan Baishu had expected this. Now that there were only the two of them here, there was no need for her to hide: "What if I am Mu Yu's ex?"

"That's just a thing of the past. Miss Guan, why bother bringing it up again?"

Wan Chuncao didn't care: "Miss Guan still wants to share a husband with me."

Apparently Guan Baishu didn't expect Wan Chuncao to say that. Her pupils shrank slightly: "Do you know what you are saying?"

Wan Chuncao didn't care: "If Miss Guan didn't hear clearly, I can say it again."

Guan Baishu was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "As expected, women like you who rely on your body to get ahead are obsessed with money. You can endure anything for money, and you can even share your husband with others."

"I, Guan Baishu, am different from you women. I won't tolerate it. If I want one, I will only want one person."

"If you know what's best for you, leave quickly and divorce Mu Yu. I will return to Mu Yu again."

The cigarette in Wan Chuncao's hand was only half-burned, and her face was smiling brightly under the smoke: "Miss Guan, just say no directly, why go around in such a big circle."

This time it was her turn to mock Guan Baishu's beating around the bush.

Now that the conversation was over, Guan Baishu didn't beat around the bush: "You're a smart person, tell me, how much money do you want for a divorce?"

Wan Chuncao shook off the ashes from her cigarette: "Miss Guan, why don't you ask how this marriage came about?"

"What does it matter if you ask? It's definitely related to that woman Yu Xiu. If it's related to her, it has to do with money."

Guan Baishu asked Wan Chuncao to ask directly: "How much money do you need?"

If you give me money, Guan Baishu will definitely fight for it.

Wan Chuncao remembered a joke on the Internet, which was about two women fighting for a man, fighting to the death and using all means. As a result, when netizens looked back, they found that the man being fought over looked like a kappa.

Money, no one dislikes this kind of thing, and Wan Chuncao is no exception.

But it is obvious that Xu Muyu's appearance is not that of a kappa.

Compared to money, Xu Muyu's looks are still worth her fighting for.

What's more, his penis is big!

Just because she has never used this before, it is even more impossible for her to give in!

But it also depends on the chances of winning.

Wan Chuncao held the cigarette in her hand and asked, "Miss Guan, why do you think that if I take the money and leave, he will come back to you? Just because you knew each other before?"

Guan Baishu scoffed at this: "How could Miss Wan think that there was only this much affection between Mu Yu and me? If we were just together in the past, why would I still be obsessed with him for so many years?"

Wan Chuncao was silent.

Guan Baishu was proud: "When he was in trouble, I was the one who stayed by his side. Just from this, you should know how much I mean to him."

It would be easy for her to win back Xu Muyu's heart again.

What white moonlight, what ex, nothing can compare to the love that goes through thick and thin together.

It's hard to shake.

“Yes, this is rare.”

Wan Chuncao finally put out the cigarette in her hand. She looked at Guan Baishu with a cold gaze: "So what? I won't let you go."

Xu Muyu fell on the bed and was unable to get up, unable to believe what had just happened.

Did Wan Chuncao push him away just now?

But the hand that was withdrawn in time proved this.

Wan Chuncao actually pushed him away and slammed the door before leaving.

why?

Xu Muyu looked at his hands in disbelief.

Did he do something to upset her?

Why else would she push him away?

Most of the buttons on her chest were undone, and her chest still had the irritation she had when she pushed him away.

Xu Muyu touched his chest in disbelief. Did he really make her angry?

But he just wanted to be closer to her.

Maybe she was so angry because I wanted to get close to her.

Xu Muyu remembered what Wan Chuncao had scolded him when she left: "When did you become so clingy!"

Are you clingy?

Xu Muyu didn't think he was clingy, and she even felt that they were not close enough because she had repeatedly mentioned recently that she wanted private space and repeatedly rejected him.

Xu Muyu lay on the bed in a daze.

He had some difficulty remembering what they had been like.

Have they been like this before? Has she ever said he's clingy?

Is he really too clingy?

Thinking of this, Xu Muyu began to reflect on what he had done.

He really liked being with her. He liked holding her hand, touching her waist, and kissing her. When he was with her, he was always in a good mood and his heart was always bright.

But what about her?

Does she like it?

Does she like being with him?

What if, what if you don’t like it?

Xu Muyu broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart felt like it was being pierced by dense needles, making it difficult for him to breathe.

She doesn't like it?

Doesn't she like it?

Don’t you like it now?

Thinking about the past, Xu Muyu recalled how they got along when she first came.

At that time, they were close yet distant. Although they stayed together all day, they were not that close. Even when they lay in the same bed, they still had some sense of propriety in their hearts.

Does she prefer that?

The more Xu Muyu thought about it, the more he found it difficult to breathe.

If she likes that, then he should let her be free.

Now, now she slammed the door and left, giving each other a chance to relax.

Yes, yes, it’s better to give each other some space to think about it carefully.

Xu Muyu stared at the ceiling and cleared his mind.

Just separate for a while.

fair enough.

Yeah.

Half a minute later, Xu Muyu climbed out of bed and hurried to find a wheelchair.

He just turned over, which means a long time has passed. He is often like this, forgetting the time when thinking about things.

Rolling over means he has spent a lot of time.

They have been given enough space for so long, it's time for them to meet.

Xu Muyu got up from the bed, moved to the wheelchair, and went out.

Only three minutes had passed.