The Space Doctor Became the Favorite of the Exiled Powerful Minister

Chapter 2 will be responsible

When Jiang Zhiluo thought about some things in that life, her heart ached uncontrollably.

 In the last life, she owed him.

He could have become a powerful minister of the auxiliary country who will go down in history, but in order to protect her and save her from prison, he did one wrong thing, and he was infamy. Lingchi was executed.

After her death and time travel, she thought countless times that if she had not provoked such a good man at the beginning, he would not have been executed by Ling Chi, one stab at a time, so many stabs that hurt!

 He is so good!

 There were many memories that she didn’t dare to think about.

While Jiang Zhiluo looked deeply at Cui Hejin, tears welling up in her eyes and blurring her vision, Cui Hejin was also looking at the **** the bed.

 This was the first time he saw her clearly.

The girl in front of her was wearing a bright red wedding dress and sitting there quietly. She was pure and soft, like an orchid in an empty valley. However, her eyes as delicate as glass seemed to be filled with light mist, as full as water.

Cui Hejin's cold expression calmed down, and she said in a clear voice: "Now that you have become my wife, I will be responsible for you, and I will give you the respect that a wife deserves. I'm just sorry. I can't give you anything else."

Cui Hejin's voice is like the rhyme of a spring in the forest, ethereal and cold. It can easily arouse people's heartstrings, but it can also make people wake up suddenly.

Jiang Zhiluo breathed lightly, calmed down, and said hoarsely: "Yes, I know, I said before we got married that I wanted to marry you on my own, so you don't have to be burdened."

The predecessor wanted to marry Cui Hejin, and Cui Hejin told her his family situation and the possibility that he might not be able to give her affection.

But her predecessor still ignored her and even forced her to do so, so that Cui Hejin had to marry her.

She owed him a favor in the last life, but she will not make things difficult for him again in this life.

 Cui Hejin's expression moved slightly. When he looked down at her, his picturesque eyes had a deep color, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised, giving off a thrilling brightness.

 He seemed to be feeling unwell and coughed slightly, "Cough cough..."

As if she was worried that her words were inappropriate, Jiang Zhiluo said softly: "What I mean is that we are married now, so for the time being, I will be your wife. If one day the time comes, and you want to terminate this relationship, We can also make peace."

Based on the memory in her mind, she also knew that since he was getting married, he also wanted to make his mother feel at ease. Because in the ancient world, if a man was not married until he was eighteen years old, his parents would be anxious.

 It is also because the Cui family is really too poor now.

Moreover, their status as husband and wife makes it easier for her to be nice to him and at least pay him back what she owes him, which will make her feel better.

If she pays back everything she owes, maybe one day she can leave gracefully without any more psychological burden.

Cui Hejin sighed deeply and said: "Why is this necessary?"

The corner of Jiang Zhiluo’s mouth twitched.

She can't say that she is not her predecessor. When she wakes up like this, she can only live with this identity for the first time.

After a moment of silence, Cui Hejin said: "This is not fair to you."

Jiang Zhiluo blinked her clear eyes and looked at Cui Hejin seriously and said: "How can you know the joy of fish if you are not a fish!"

Cui Hejin's cold eyes were filled with a dark color, as if he was thinking.

Jiang Zhiluo calmed down and kept her thoughts clear. She looked at Cui Hejin who was still standing not far away and said, "You must be tired too. Please sit down first."

Jiang Zhiluo said, taking off the headdress from her hair and letting her hair down, she felt a sense of relief.

Cui Hejin did not sit down on the bed, but sat down at the table next to the bed.

Even when he is sitting, his back is as straight as a bamboo, and his whole body carries an aura of purity and elegance.

There seemed to be a hint of coldness in the air. After sitting for a while, he couldn't help but cough.

Looking at it, there is a sense of frailty and brokenness, which makes people feel worried.

 (End of this chapter)