He Clings to Me Every Night - Chapter 320 - : Listening to the Wife’s Words is Never Wrong

Lu Chengye’s dream was to live freely and have fun until he died. Unfortunately, he inherited a company and was worked to the bone!

After finally taking over the company, he had just prepared to begin his carefree life when he was hit by a car and died. His last thoughts were that it would be much better not to be human in the next life.

And so, Lu Chengye was reborn as a Labrador.

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She woke up from her sleep to the divorce papers that the original owner’s husband tossed at her.

Shu Yan picked up the document and took a look. She gets the house and the savings, but not the car.

Oh! And her son and daughter.

She had been a single woman in her 30’s in her previous life, and now she’s a mother?

How exciting is that?

She searched her memories. Two million dollars in savings. How much is two million dollars in the 90s?

What’s a husband? The other woman can have him. I’m taking the monies and my instant son and daughter to go and enjoy ourselves!

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The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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