The Dumb Wife of Rebirth is Unbearable

You don't know how to cherish when you have it, and you know how to regret it when you lose it.

This is not only the real situation of Liang Jing and Cang Xian, but also the tragic portrayal of Yun Shangrong at this moment.

Jin Nuanyan looked at the ferocious and agitated man in front of him, stretched out his hand to cover his hand holding his clothes, and persuaded: "Shangrong, people cannot be resurrected after death, so please forgive me."

"He's not dead! Fuhua is not dead!"

The speaker's eyes were tearing apart, his hands were holding Jin Nuanyan's arm, and his voice was almost crazy: "Nuanyan! We have been classmates and friends for so many years, you have to help me! You have to help me save him!"

Jin Nuanyan sighed softly, and said in a calm voice: "He is dead, whether you believe it or not, you have to accept the reality."

"No! No! Fuhua is not dead! Even if he is really dead! As long as you are willing to help me, he can still live!"

Jin Nuanyan had no choice but to follow his words and ask, "What do you want me to do? I don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life."

"I know you don't have the ability to bring the dead back to life! But you know someone who can! You just need to introduce him to me!"

When Yun Shangrong heard that Jin Nuanyan finally answered, she was very happy and said: "The elders above are about to change, and the successor is from your Jin family, right?"

Jin Nuanyan seemed to understand what Yun Shangrong meant, she shook her head slightly and said, "Everything is still pending."

"I don't care whether it's pending or undecided, anyway!" Yun Shangrong licked her lips and said with certainty: "As a member of the Jin family, you must know about the special consultant, right? You know who they are, right? You introduce them to me! As long as you introduce them to me!"

Jin Nuanyan's expression was slightly cold when he heard the words, and he pushed away the human being in front of him and said, "Shang Rong, you are stunned."

The special consultant that Yun Shangrong said is one of the special "think tanks" that serve the country.

They use methods and knowledge that ordinary people cannot understand to explain the wisdom of their ancestors to those in power. They can use their unique ideas to solve those things that science cannot handle and explain.

This kind of people is a special group of people who live behind the scenes. No one knows their specific existence and identity, but Jin Nuanyan can.

When the elders above were re-elected, the default candidate was from the Jin family.

As the future successor of the Jin family, Jin Nuanyan undoubtedly has a stronger background and status than before. He must have a way to know who those special advisors are.

Must know!

Yun Shangrong looked at Jin Nuanyan, his usually calm face was full of madness like a madman, begging him: "Nuanyan! I beg you! I beg you, okay? I will give you the whole Yun Family! Next year's candidate, I will do my best to support the Jin family, please help me! Can you please help me?"

As he spoke, he was about to kneel down to Jin Nuanyan, but was grabbed.

Jin Nuanyan didn't know how many times she sighed softly, she just asked Yun Shangrong: "Since you care about him so much, why do you still say such heartless words to let him die when he is already saved?"

Do you really care?Or is it simply a matter of conscience?

Jin Nuanyan didn't know what Yun Shangrong's specific feelings were about saving a dead person, but she only knew that Zhuang Mengsheng, who had heard their conversation, probably meant it for real.

He supported the table excitedly, looked at himself and said, "Nuanyan! Help me too! I want to meet those special consultants too!"

The man in a suit is imposing, and his young and resolute face is full of excitement and excitement, as if he really met the special adviser, and the dead soul will come back.

Jin Nuanyan lowered her eyebrows halfway, listening to this, she said that she likes herself, but at the same time, she still misses a dead person's marriage partner...

I begged myself: "Nuanyan! I beg you too! I also want to save someone! Help me!"

It's really ironic!

Jin Wuduan's recent little days are very nourishing.

Since Jinse came to the tavern, his living standard has not only improved to a higher level, it has really achieved a great historic leap.

Or just say that wherever this woman goes, that is her home!

Look at the changing layout style of this room every day, listen to the beautiful and pleasant sound of musical instruments, and enjoy the artistic oil paintings and graceful ballet...

Jin Wuduan ate the delicate French breakfast on the plate, smelling the fragrance of fresh flowers on the tip of his nose, watching his daughter-in-law happily dismantling the mountain of couriers, feeling...

My wallet is a little burnt.

Si Nian is undoubtedly a very easy person to get along with, and he gets along very well with Jin Se.

Although he can't speak, he has a good temper and the food he cooks is delicious. As long as you are not hostile to him, he can treat you wholeheartedly.

That kind of kind and friendly aura is so rare that it is astonishing.

And most importantly, she is a gentle, considerate and good wife.

Si Nian is very virtuous and very homely, and he clearly arranges the basic necessities of life for no reason.

The clothes are always flat and clean and full of sunshine, the shoes are always polished, the sheets and quilts are changed every two days, and the mirror in the bathroom is always bright and shining.

Every time Jin Wudu takes a bath, the water temperature is adjusted, the bath towels are always dry and tidy, the underwear is placed in the second drawer of the closet, and the clothes basket is never filled with dirty clothes from the previous night.

There are many such small details, which are the most comfortable and touching.

What makes Jin Wuduan happy is not having a wife who does housework very well, but this person who takes good care of himself and gives himself a kind of warmth with every little bit of daily life.

A kind of homely warmth.

Jin Wuduan never had a family, so he felt that this kind of life was like an ideal family.

He reclined on the small bed, basking in the sun comfortably while watching Si Nian writing and drawing on the table with a pen.

When I was about to fall asleep, I was pushed.

Si Nian held the copybook that he had finally written successfully in his hand, and shook Jin Wuduan's shoulder to show him, his bright eyes were full of compliments.

Not long ago, Jinse decided to teach Si Nian how to read, and the first thing he learned was Jin Wuduan's name.

"It's well written! It's very good!" Jin Wuduan looked at the crooked and big characters on the paper, and boasted sincerely against his will: "You don't know much, and you can write like this after a few days of practice. Most people can't do it. Clever, worthy of being my wife!"

As he spoke, he kissed Si Nian, and seeing the man blushing, he rubbed his wrist and said, "But just write for a while every day, or your hands won't hurt."

Si Nian nodded, then sat down at the desk to continue writing, and glanced at Jin for no reason while blushing.

Someone who watched smiled straight with his chin propped up, and said, "You are so half-hearted, can you practice calligraphy well?"

As soon as the person being ridiculed lowered his head, the word "Duan" was missing.

"Look, did you make a mistake?" Jin Wudu lightly tapped his index finger on the table, hooked his hands to his wife with a smile, and said, "Come into my arms, and I will teach you hand in hand. Words, remember firmly..."

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