Chapter 288 After kicking out the scumbag, the cold Buddhist dotes on his wife 88

"It's been ten years," Zhou Mingyu also sighed. He side-glanced and looked at Su Zhiruan tenderly. The doting that could not be escaped and the deep love that he himself did not know lingered in his eyes. He said shamelessly, "How can we be an old married couple? We still have twenty years, thirty years, and a very long time to go."

His dark pupils were filled with her.

Ten years have passed, but she is still as young and beautiful as when he first met her. Time has not left any traces on her face, but instead made his love for her infinitely greater.

He was very fortunate to be chosen by her among the vast sea of ​​people and the torrent of the world.

They are the happiest couple in the world and the most suitable couple.

"That's great." Su Zhiruan smiled.

Yeah, that's great.

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After watching the sunset, they walked hand in hand into the nearby temple.

There is a huge tree in the middle of the temple. A few people hang signs and red ropes on the tree, and then put their hands together to make a wish.

Next to the big tree, there was an old monk sitting with his eyes closed and two buckets of sticks in his hands.

"Master, can I draw lots here?" Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu walked over and she asked.

The old monk nodded and handed over the lottery stick. "Shake it."

Su Zhiruan picked it up and shook it gently. A stick fell out of it. Zhou Mingyu picked it up and saw "Best Stick" written on it.

"It's a very good lot. We are very lucky." Zhou Mingyu handed over the lot with a smile.

"You two are a perfect match," the old monk suddenly said. He looked at Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu, "You have a very good fate. It is our honor to have you two here."

Su Zhiruan returned the gift, "I don't deserve it."

"However, there is something following you. It must be a lingering resentment." The old monk looked at Su Zhiruan's back and then turned his gaze over. "Do you want to see it?"

Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu looked at each other, and then she asked, "What is it?"

"You two come with me." The old monk stood up and led them into the meditation room.

Somehow, after he muttered for a while, Su Zhiruan and Zhou Mingyu looked at the two shadows slowly appearing in front of them.

It’s Bai Yueyou and Jiang Beiyu.

"I've always followed you." Bai Yueyou's voice was hoarse, her eyes full of jealousy.

She saw with her own eyes that her daughter called Su Zhiruan "Mom", and Su Zhiruan healed her wounds, raised her to be plump and white, and treated her like her own child.

And Zhaodi, who was never taken seriously by her, has now grown into a confident person.

She looked at Su Zhiruan's happy family, her husband's love, her children's obedience and understanding, her parents-in-law's reasoning, and her parents' home giving her enough confidence. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should be envious or jealous.

But the person was dead after all, and there was nothing she could do no matter how much she thought about it.

When Jiang Beiyu was chopped into pieces by her, even his tongue was pulled out, and he was unable to speak at this time.

But you can tell from his eyes that he regrets it deeply.

How can there be a regret pill in this world?! He can only go to the eighteenth level of hell because of the dirty things he has done.

Following the old monk's incantation, the two men completely disappeared into the air.

"You deserve it." Zhou Mingyu protected her as he walked out, commenting on the two of them with just four words.

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Su Zhiruan leaned in his arms, "Ignore them, let's go hang the sign!"

"Okay, I'll pick the best one." Zhou Mingyu said in a relaxed tone and walked forward to choose a brand.

Su Zhiruan also spent a long time choosing and finally picked a brand he liked.

When the two showed each other, they found out that they were a couple !

【Hold your hand and grow old with you】

“We may not have the wings of a phoenix, but our hearts are connected.”

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Two vermilion signs were hung on the treetops, swaying gently in the wind.

Tomorrow New World~