Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6247 Mid-Autumn Festival who will share the lonely light (5)

"Wen Lu, you deserve it!"

"I know, I deserve it."

"I have never taught you that some people will never look back if they miss it. The same goes for nursery rhymes. She will never look back. There is no possibility between you and her. You should give up."

"As long as I know she's fine, I'll give up." Wen Lu said, "I won't bother her again in this life."

"Oh." Ms. Su sneered, "Wen Lu, I hope that when you find her, she's already with a man who treats her well and is gentle with her, at least not like you."

Wen Lu's heart was tightened again, he had to say that Ms. Su's words hurt him.

The thought of nursery rhyme will follow another man in the future, he can't breathe, his heart hurts like a knife.

He couldn't imagine it.

Unable to feel restless, Wen Lu reached out to touch the cigarette case and lighter.

He lit another cigarette and stopped talking.

Ms. Su coughed twice, thinking that Wen Lu's smoking was annoying, so she took away the mooncakes that Wen Lu bought for them: "It's getting late, I'm going back to drink with Lao Wen, and I have to watch the moon later."

"I send you off?"

"No, the driver is downstairs."

Ms. Su left the private room straight away, and kissed Mo Mo a few times before leaving. If it wasn't for Mo Mo, she wouldn't want to have any contact with Wen Lu anymore.

This son is a complete disappointment.

As soon as Ms. Su left, Wen Lu ran out of cigarettes.

The dishes in the private room were hardly moved, and the huge place was very deserted, and I could even hear my own breathing and the crowds in the street downstairs.

Wen Lu's heart was very empty, as if being taken away by someone, and he couldn't get any energy out of him.

Today is reunion night, Mid-Autumn Festival night.

The wine is cheap and there are few customers, and the moonlight is often hindered by clouds.Who will share the lonely light during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and look to the north sadly.

He took Momo away and took him home.

The little guy was very happy along the way, and he was also very happy when he returned home. He played with edamame for a while.

Wen Lu took a few bottles of red wine from the wine cellar in the basement and went back to the bedroom. He didn't plan to sleep with Mo Mo today. He sat on the balcony alone, drinking while watching the full moon in the sky.

The balcony was silent, and he was the only one drinking.

Wen Lu hadn't had a drink since he was discharged from the hospital. Counting it, it had been many days.

This time, he felt a little uncomfortable after drinking half a bottle. He leaned on the wall and staggered. Suddenly, he wanted nursery rhymes very much. He went into the bedroom to look through the photos of nursery rhymes.

She didn't keep a photo album, and all he could find was their wedding photos from that year.

She put them all in the closet.

Wen Lu squatted on the ground and searched for a long time before he found it. Holding the wedding photos, he slumped on the ground and flipped through them one by one.

The nursery rhyme in the photo is very beautiful. He also thought she was beautiful at first sight when they were on a blind date.

The nursery rhyme in a wedding dress is even more beautiful, she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen in his life, with a smile like a flower, a dimple around the corner of her mouth, bright stars hidden in her eyes and full of love for him.

In all the photos, as long as they are together, Tong Yao is looking at him affectionately.

Wen Lu thought, she must like him very much, at least, more than he likes her.

She must like him, because a person's eyes can't deceive anyone.

But he is different, his performance in the wedding photos is very poor, his face is full of indifference and alienation.

At the beginning, I thought that they hadn't met a few times, and they got married just because it was suitable. There is no love without love, and he didn't love her that much.

Since there is no such love, all formal things are just perfunctory.

(End of this chapter)