Dear Commander-in-Chief

3479 Chapter 3482 woman, you’re seducing me. You Don’t want a divorce, right

Uncle Zhang’s “Tell me the truth”caused a huge wave in Gong Qing’s mind.

His eldest son was finally enlightened. He was no longer focused on work, but had started to touch women?

Miss Xiao Qiao was screaming in pain, but Gong Sheng told her not to scream?

This scene was too intense. Gong Qing’s old face was slightly red.

He took a deep breath and ordered, “The old residence will hold a family banquet the day after tomorrow. Ask him to bring Xiao Qiao back.”

Uncle Zhang: “Yes, Master.”

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In the bedroom.

Yun Qiao screamed in pain and tried her best to say no.

Gong Sheng’s face was full of black lines. “If you don’t bandage it quickly, it’ll get infected. Do you want your whole hand to rot?”

He held the medicine in one hand and pressed Yun Qiao’s small hand with the other to apply medicine to the wound on her palm.

Yun Qiao’s hand had accidentally touched the frozen iron railing in the back garden of the presidential palace during the day and had torn off a layer of skin.

As she hadn’t bandaged it in time and had been soaking in the bathroom for too long, her wound had already turned white and it was a ghastly sight.

Even a man like Gong Sheng couldn’t help but feel sorry for her when he saw it.

He squatted on the ground and tried his best to gently apply the medicine on her wound.

However, the composition of the medicine was still very irritating to her wound, causing her to scream non-stop.

He even scolded him a few times in the middle and even complained that his medicine was dog skin plaster. He even told her the names of several herbs that he had never heard of and asked him to pick the herbs for her. She would do it herself.

Gong Sheng only treated her as a spoiled child and acted like a child. He ignored her.

He insisted on applying the medicine on her wound. After applying it three times, he carefully wrapped the gauze around her wound. “Don’t get wet again, do you understand?”

Yun Qiao: “I don’t want it!”

Gong sheng: “I’ll come back tomorrow night and bandage you again.”

Yun Qiao: “I don’t want it!”

Gong Sheng narrowed his eyes. “I’ll give you a lot of money…”

Yun Qiao yelled, “I don’t want it!”

Gong Sheng curled his lips. “Okay, I got it.”

Yun Qiao realized that something was wrong. “Gong Sheng, you’re a bad person. You’re blackmailing me on purpose. Who said I don’t want money? I want it! Don’t go back on your word!”

Gongsheng didn’t say anything and left with the medicine box.

When he reached the door, he couldn’t help but remind her, “You’re wearing men’s clothes. If you don’t wear women’s clothes at home and dress like this, I’ll misunderstand that you’re trying to seduce me on purpose. You Don’t want to divorce me.”

Yun Qiao was stunned.

After a long while, when Gongsheng’s back disappeared at the door, she finally reacted. “Narcissist! Who’s trying to seduce you, You Annoying Guy! Divorce, you have to divorce!”

She gloomily changed out of her male clothes and awkwardly put on the dress.

So Ugly..

It was really an unprecedented ugliness.

She, Yun Qiao, was the Grand Princess of the magnificent generation. The great beauties of the Yun nation usually wore beautiful silk dresses, but she had never worn such an ugly coarse cotton dress. If the ladies of the princes and ministers saw this when they went back.., they would definitely laugh secretly.

Yun Qiao thought about how she could get a comfortable court dress to wear.

Well, she was afraid that she had to have money first.

The women in the prison had once told her that in this world, it was difficult to walk without money.

Everything could only be exchanged for money.

She had a lot of gold in the Yun nation’s money house, but unfortunately, she didn’t bring it with her. She was unfamiliar with this place, so where could she get money.

After thinking about it, she could only wait for the divorce and get the compensation!

Yun Qiao started to think about how she could get a divorce faster and faster.

She had a bad premonition that this palace saint would refuse to give her a divorce seven days later.

Wouldn’t she have to live under someone else’s roof again and be so poor that she couldn’t afford to buy clothes?