Her marriage was to stay by herself in a large, empty house. Her marriage lasted from hope until despair. Her marriage was a monthly routine of the 8th. If it's a lie, then just lie for the rest of your life, okay? At least this way, they could continue all the way to the end of their lives.

Lonely Marriage

"Director Ji, we're here." The car slowly stopped, and the driver nimbly pushed the door open, and went to the other side, respectfully inviting Ji Weiyang to get off.

He closed his laptop and stepped out with one long leg.

Walking into the villa, the first person who came out to welcome her was a noble and dignified middle-aged imperial concubine. Ji Weiyang, who had always been deep inside, revealed a rare smile on his handsome face, "Aunt." He walked over and gave her a hug.

This imperial concubine was none other than Ji Mu's mother's twin sister, Luo Meijuan. She was the original wife of Minister Gu in the capital and was a woman worthy of her title.

"You brat, it's rare for you to come visit your aunt. A few days ago, your mother was still on the phone, crying and saying that you had a car accident. Quickly let your aunt see where your injury is."

Governor gu in soy sauce