Dear Commander-in-Chief

The servants were cleaning up the mess in the bathroom.

At this moment, Gong Sheng and Yun Qiao were each wrapped in bathrobes, facing each other, staring at each other in the living room.

What Yun Qiao was thinking was: Damn this man, he saw something he shouldn’t have seen, I’m going to kill him from all nine clans!

What Gong Sheng was thinking was: This evil woman should be thrown back into prison!

However.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yun Qiao said: "The deal is over and we don't owe each other anything. Why are you showing up in my room?"

Although she really wanted to kill the Nine Clan, she had to bring him back to her world.

Alas, let’s talk nicely.

Gong Sheng frowned: "Your room?"

Yun Qiao said confidently: "Yes, isn't this the house you compensated me for? Speaking of which, you are so poor. The house is so small that there is not even enough room for a cat to sleep in the bedroom. If you, a grown man, get divorced, you can only give it to your wife. Can you afford such a small house? If you are so poor, why did you get married?"

She was really awkward in the narrow bathtub and couldn't do anything.

Fortunately, it was later discovered that Uncle Zhang was busy in the bathroom upstairs. After filling the water, the mutton-fat white jade pool seemed to be barely usable, which was about the same as the worst hot spring pool in her palace.

So she simply moved her position and ran to the mutton-fat white jade pool on the third floor to take a dip.

Unexpectedly, when Gong Sheng heard this, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Is he poor?

His house is small?

Does he deserve not to get married?

This woman was probably not going to piss him off to death.

Gong Sheng took a deep breath and said, "That's my room, my bathroom. What belongs to you is just the guest room on the first floor."

"What? Even if this house is so pitifully small, now you tell me that you only give me the smallest broken room in such a small house?" Yun Qiao was also angry.

Gong Sheng's tone calmed down: "Is it too small? If it's too small, you can go out and live there, I won't stop you."

Yun Qiao: "...!"

She has no money, so how can she go out and sleep on the street?

This man must be too cunning. The deal he agreed on was actually deceiving her.

It's also her fault that she didn't finalize the details of the contract with him in detail. She only said she wanted a big house, but didn't specify how big it would be. Now this damn man took advantage of her and only gave her a small bedroom as big as a pinhead in a small house. There’s not even enough room for the cats!

How unreasonable!

She wants to... kill all nine of his clans!

Yun Qiao was indignant for a long time, then pursed her lips: "Then give me the money."

Gong Sheng said slowly: "Let's talk about it when we get divorced."

Yun Qiao: "Then I want a divorce now!"

Gong Sheng: "It's too late. The Civil Affairs Bureau has already closed and is not working."

Yun Qiao: "Who is the Civil Affairs Bureau...?"

Gong Sheng: "..."

Are you sure this woman isn't playing tricks on him?

A crack slowly appeared on his handsome face, and he said calmly: "Let's talk about the divorce in at least a week."

For some reason, the leaders and wives of various countries would leave one after another early tomorrow morning. The next time they would meet again would be three months later, so there was no need for her to come out to help him smooth things over for the time being.

It stands to reason that he can go through the divorce procedures with her early tomorrow morning.

However, he still refused the divorce, and by some strange combination of circumstances, it was delayed until a week later.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was slightly stunned by his decision.

Yun Qiao was even more stunned, and then said angrily: "What? It will take a week longer! Do you mean to let me live in this little shabby house for seven days??!"

The palace saint's expression returned to his usual calm and gentle expression: "I'm afraid so."