After the divorce: the president can't hold back the young grandmother

It is indeed business.

Sheng Chaomu followed him to the restaurant.

The maid has prepared dinner, and the table is covered with all kinds of delicacies.

After Fu Huaijin took his seat, he realized that Sheng Chaomu was going to sit at the other end of the long table, so he frowned and said:

"Miss Sheng, it is said that knowing the current affairs is a smart thing, don't make me unhappy."

Sheng Chaomu didn't have an attack, and after sitting down beside him reluctantly, he began to eat the rice in his own bowl.

Fu Huaijin looked at her twice, made her a bowl of chicken soup and pushed it in front of her:
"You are weak, drink more soup and water, and don't rush to eat rice."

Sheng Chaomu looked at him because of his words:
"You care about me? It's really strange. Don't you mock me as a loose bitch and think I'm dirty?"

Fu Huaijin: "Your life is very precious, I don't want you to die on my territory, okay?"

"What? You think I'm unlucky, so send someone to send me away now."

Just like that, the two bickered back and forth.

Soon came the end of the meal.

Fu Huaijin was the first to put down his chopsticks, and asked Sheng Chaomu who was still sipping chicken soup: "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Sheng Chaomu sneered: "I still mind sitting with you for dinner, don't you still have the audacity to let me dine with you?"

For some reason, Fu Huaijin found it very interesting to bicker with her.

He was in a good mood, pinched her smooth face with his long fingers, and said in a half-smile:

"You have such a powerful mouth, I used to be defeated by you, right?"

Sheng Chaomu sneered: "Don't. Who is your boss, how could you be a loser?"

Fu Huaijin pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose, looked at her deeply with her phoenix eyes for a few seconds, and said:
"Maybe it's not a disadvantage. But according to my many understandings, I loved you very much before I lost my memory. If that's the case, why would I let you or coax you?"

Sheng Chaomu sneered even louder, "Not really. Even when you acted like you loved me the most, you seldom coaxed me."

Fu Huaijin raised her eyebrows: "I'm so bad?"

Sheng Chaomu nodded: "Too bad."

"Since it's so bad, you are still willing to conceive my child and give birth to him regardless of whether your body can bear it..."

With a click, Sheng Chaomu dropped his chopsticks, and his voice became sharper:

"Boss Fu, a three-year-old child already knows how to look at people's faces, why can't you learn? Please don't mention that child who has turned into a puddle of blood in front of me. It's you..." After a pause, He added emphatically, "You forced him to death with your own hands."

Fu Huaijin narrowed her eyes and said nothing.

Sheng Chaomu had no intention of drinking soup, she calmed down for a while and then stood up.

She looked at the man who was still sitting on the dining chair and had no intention of getting up, her tone was cold:

"Didn't you say you were going to take me to avenge my child who turned into a pool of blood? Take me there now."

Fu Huaijin stared at her cold face for a few seconds, then stood up.

He is tall, and when he is serious, there is a strong sense of oppression.

He looked at her for a while and said:

"I can take you there, but you have to change into another set of clothes. The place where Mu Qing is held is too cold, and your clothes are too thin."

Sheng Chaomu turned and left the restaurant after he finished speaking.

She returned to her sea view room, found a particularly thick down jacket in the cloakroom, put it on for herself, and walked out.

At this time, Fu Huaijin was standing at the door of her cloakroom, her body half leaning on the door frame almost blocked her way.

Sheng Chaomu raised his foot and kicked him on the calf bone, "Can you take me there now?"

Fu Huaijin straightened her body, then put her hand on the back of Sheng Chaomu's neck and pushed her head back into the cloakroom, "No way. I still need a hat and a pair of gloves."

While speaking, others followed into the cloakroom.

The back of Sheng Chaomu's neck was uncomfortably pinched by his hot palm, she tried to escape from under his palm, but he pinched her even tighter.

He not only pinched her tightly, but also imprisoned her in front of him in a half-hugging posture.

The whole situation was that she was in front, but her entire back was forcibly pressed against her chest by him, while he drove her body forward.

The posture can be said to be quite ambiguous.

Fu Huaijin forced her to stop in a storage room. He put his arms on both sides of her body, opened one of the squares, took out a scarf and a hat from it, and put it on for Sheng Chaomu skillfully.

After putting it on, he rummaged for gloves.

After he wrapped Sheng Chaomu's entire body, when he inadvertently raised his head, he saw the woman in the glass mirror and himself.

The woman's eye circles were a little red, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes, but in fact she didn't cry.

Fu Huaijin's gaze stayed on her face for a few seconds, then he held her shoulders and turned her around.

He looked down at her, and said in a voice that couldn't hear the joy or anger:
"Although I don't know why you are wronged, let's say I am sorry for you after amnesia. Now, I want...to make up for you, is there still time?"

Sheng Chaomu pushed him away, "It's late."

While speaking, she quickly walked away.

Fu Huaijin looked at the figure who was walking away quickly, her phoenix eyes deepened and deepened.

……

A quarter of an hour later, Fu Huaijin and Sheng Chaomu appeared on the deck of an old cruise ship.

Although it is almost May, the seaside is still cold at night.

Sheng Chaomu is confinement, so she is naturally more afraid of the cold.

Fortunately, she was wrapped tightly, so it wasn't particularly cold.

Mu Qing was held in a freezer on an abandoned cruise ship.

When Sheng Chaomu appeared, she was so frozen that she was about to lose consciousness.

Seeing Sheng Chaomu appearing in her line of sight, her pupils shrank to the extreme in an instant, and she made a difficult voice:

"Please, please forgive me. I was really wrong. I don't want to be tortured to death. I am willing to be responsible for the mistakes I made. You call the police and let the police arrest me. I am willing to accept legal sanctions..."

When Mu Qing said this, she crawled in front of Sheng Chaomu.

As she got closer, Sheng Chaomu realized that her whole body was beaten to pieces, without a piece of good skin.

The moment Mu Qing climbed up in front of her, she stretched out her bloody hand and grabbed her trouser leg, begging bitterly:

"Sheng Chaomu, please be merciful and give me a way out..."

Sheng Chaomu kicked her away with his foot, his voice was cold:
"When you are planning to murder me, you have already lost the chance to survive. My child has turned into a pool of blood and died. You can only redeem your sins by going to hell!"

Mu Qing raised her face covered with bruises, and her tone trembled: "No, I didn't do it alone. And... and Huo Nuan."

Hearing this, Sheng Chaomu narrowed his eyes: "Huo Nuan?"

When she said this, she turned to look at Fu Huaijin, and asked excitedly, "Is that so?"

Fu Huaijin looked at her reddened nose from the cold, stepped forward, and pulled her into his arms to hug her tightly.

He answered irrelevantly: "Are you cold?"