Gu Jiangnian suddenly felt that if he hadn't married someone like Jiang Muwan, he might live five, six, seven, eight, nine, or even ten more years.
Ever since marrying Jiang Muwan, he felt like he could kick the bucket at any moment.
Even if he doesn't immediately give up the ghost, it was the kind of fate where the end is near.
Flying on his private jet to an island, wearing a bikini and hugging a pup on a business trip?
Well well well, that's just great.
Just trying to disgust him with movement issues, huh?
No rush, no rush, have you had too many good days?
A man who was sitting up straight slowly reclined back onto the bed, looked at Jiang Muwan and raised his chin: "Come on, tell me, what else are you going to do."
"Plenty," Mrs. Gu sat on the chair by the window, crossing her legs, lazily looking at Mr. Gu.
"For example?" Mr. Gu asked again.
Mrs. Gu thought for a moment: "Countless things."
Mr. Gu smiled, nodded slowly, and said two words: "Very good."
