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

Sheng Zhaomu raised her head to look at him because of his words, and she saw her somewhat pale face under the man's scarlet eyes.

After silently looking at him for a few seconds, she said, "Since you can't afford it, you should leave as soon as possible, shouldn't you?"

Fu Huaijin's breathing became heavy in an instant, he took a deep breath, trying not to sound so cold in his tone,
"Sheng Chaomu, I just think that what you're saying is just angry words. Unless I die, I won't just let it go..."

Sheng Chaomu didn't even want to continue listening to his words, and interrupted him at this moment,

"If you are unwilling to resolve this issue peacefully, I will file a divorce petition with the court, and we will see you in court then."

Fu Huaijin's emotions completely exploded, his voice was so cold,
"Sheng Chaomu, I don't believe you don't love me. From the year you first fell in love, your heart can no longer accommodate a second man. You have been going around for so many years, and you have suffered so many years. Even if you You are willing to kick me away, and you can't let go of the obsession in your heart. At your best age, the love you wanted did not have a happy ending. It should be a great pity for you, right? ?”

Sheng Chaomu's face was very ugly.

She pursed her lips for a while, and after a while, she said, "You are wrong. It is actually a relief for me to leave you."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Huaijin's entire chest trembled violently.

He pursed his thin lips again and again, his scarlet eyes concealed thick and intense emotions.

He just looked at the woman's increasingly cold face without saying a word, and didn't speak for a long time.

Sheng Chaomu also withdrew his gaze.

Her gaze was elsewhere, her voice was always calm,
"Mr. Fu, I've already passed the age of a young girl Huaichun, and I'm not the kind of love brain who can live and die for love, and you don't have to be me. The two of us are together, except for endless quarrels , Is there a bit of sweetness that a couple should have? You, a dignified group president, coax a hypocritical and artificial woman like me all day long. If you are not tired, I will do it for you. Everyone, Mr. Fu."

Fu Huaijin originally planned to take this opportunity of this date to kneel down and propose to Sheng Chaomu, and then coax her to try on the wedding dress after putting the engagement ring on her middle finger.

As a result, nothing was done successfully.

The culprits who caused his plan to fail were Zhan Wenqing and Qin An'an.

He couldn't be in a good mood, and he didn't intend to really give up.

Therefore, when Sheng Chaomu turned and left the box, he quickly chased after him.

The midsummer noon sun was strong, and after Sheng Chaomu came out of the shopping mall, he subconsciously frowned at the scorching temperature.

However, she soon walked towards the asphalt road.

I don't know if he was dizzy from anger, or because the temperature was too high, or because of the long-term disorder of work and rest, Sheng Chaomu felt a little dizzy all over.

When she came to the side of the asphalt road, she felt that her eyesight was damaged, and the things in front of her became a little unclear.

The whistle of the car whistling past can be heard, the buzzing seems to come from outside the sky, but it seems to be close at hand.

Sheng Chaomu turned her head and looked towards the source of the sound, a strong white light stung her eyes.

She closed her eyes subconsciously, and her whole body was suddenly pulled behind her by an unknown force, as if flying into the air, and when her body fell to the ground, there was a loud bang in her ears.

In an instant, the bloodied man who was hit fell in front of her.

Her vision became more and more blurred, and she tried her best to see the man clearly, but in the end she could only see the outline of the man's face.

There was a voice in her ear, which kept calling her name, but the voice became weaker and weaker, and soon she could no longer hear it.

Sheng Chaomu died in the arms of Fu Huaijin who was covered in blood.

It was as if there was some deep fetter, gushing out from the depths of his aching brain, and those familiar and unfamiliar images rushed towards him like a storm.

In every frame of the picture, there is the appearance of a woman.

It was the way she wore two braids when she was young.

It was the way she treated him coldly when she was a teenager.

It's the way she hugs his neck and caresses him.

There are many, many scenes of her crying.

When she was angry, she would call him Fu Huaijin by name.

When she was sad or in a good mood, she would call him Ajin.

Occasionally, he would call him husband...

Those memories that he had forgotten came so fiercely that he couldn't stand it at all.

He was breathing unbearably thickly, and after forcibly suppressing the surging headache, he dragged his bleeding body and hugged the unconscious woman in his arms.

He hurried towards the nearby hospital, leaving behind a series of bloodstains.

……

The night was thick, and the woman in a hospital gown was still in a coma.

Under the bright light, a man with a bandaged arm was sitting beside her bed. He had been sitting here in the same posture since the woman came out of the emergency room.

His head was still hurting, as if it was going to explode, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The doctor said that he had a moderate concussion, which is why he had such strong dizziness and dull pain.

But he didn't think so.

Cold sweat had already covered his forehead, and some had even fallen down along his jawline. Finally, he couldn't bear the pain anymore, and raised his hand to pinch the twitching eyebrows.

He closed his eyes, and the memories that urgently needed to be ejected from the depths of his mind surged out again.

Those memories that made him happy, sad, painful, and painful made his breathing become heavier and heavier...

This strong feeling caused him to suffocate, he felt that his throat was strangled by hands, and it was difficult for him to catch another breath.

Suffocation, pain, and struggle...

Just when he could hardly bear such a strong suffocation, a pair of hands with a warm touch touched the center of his frowning brows.

Her fingers were very gentle, and she gently stroked the center of his brows, as if to smooth the wrinkles between his brows.

These soothing hands pulled him out of the abyss of pain.

Fu Huaijin opened his eyes suddenly, because of the concussion, the woman's face seemed to be doubled in his sight.

But his voice was so clear, it was just extremely hoarse, that's all.
"Are you awake? Is there any discomfort or pain in your body?"

Apart from the faint pain in the knees and elbows, as well as the overwhelming tiredness, Sheng Zhaomu didn't feel any other discomfort.

She was in a coma for seven or eight hours, and her voice sounded hoarse after waking up, "No."

After she finished speaking, she was about to prop herself up and sit up when Fu Huaijin held her shoulders and lay back down, "Lie down well, just tell me if you need anything."

Sheng Chaomu's eyes met the man's intense and tender phoenix eyes, and his eyes were flushed because of a certain emotion.

He saw that her gaze was different from before, and the uncontrollable affection gave her the illusion that he loved her very much.