Mo Shao's wife is super sweet

Chapter 4
He grabbed her waist.

Before Su Weiliang could escape, she was hugged horizontally by a pair of strong arms, and the elevator reached the top floor.

With dark eyes, Mo Feibai kicked the door open.

There is a charming masculine breath in the air.

The pain clearly swept through every nerve.

in the dark.

Su Weiliang gasped hissingly, her long hair was scattered on both sides of her body like a waterfall, her eyes were moist and bright.

Mo Feibai was completely amazed by those desolate and beautiful eyes.

His slender fingers brushed the white skin, and his forehead touched hers, and he smiled, "You are so beautiful..."

Su Weiliang closed his eyes, and his consciousness fell into a coma.

I don't know how long it took.

The sky gradually brightened.

There was the sound of wind blowing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Mo Feibai's white and slender fingers wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes, with a lazy tone and a faint smile: "I really can't bear it..."

He stared at her sleeping face.

Pretty lips, amazing eyes, everything that can stir up his heart...

Once such a woman dies, there will never be another one.

Mo Feibai's eyes suddenly deepened.

……

Pattering light rain.

Street telephone hall.

Su Weiliang's thin white fingers pressed down the numbers by heart over and over again.

"Hello, the number you dialed is empty..."

Cold female voice, mechanical repetition.

Father's, mother's, butler's, company's...

Su Weiliang's heart changed from full of hope to desolate despair.

The date displayed on the phone made it impossible for her to deceive herself anymore.

These unreachable numbers are no accident.

Su Weiliang died.

Been dead for three months.

Three months is enough time for Su Qingwu's plot to succeed, Su's family to be ruined, father to be in an accident, mother...

The apex of her heart seemed to have been forcefully gouged out, and she walked out of the telephone hall in a bloody pain.

He raised his head and let the cold raindrops fall on his pale cheeks.

She closed her eyes, and transparent teardrops oozed from the corners of her eyes and slid down.

What a rainy day.

No one can tell when you cry.

Opening his eyes again, those clear eyes were filled with intense hatred.

……

Mo Feibai stood tall and tall, standing in front of the big bed in the hotel suite, looking at the empty bed.

Toss the bag in hand, ready to land unerringly on the sheets.

The contents inside spilled out, a complete set of women's clothing, from inside to outside, the size fit Su Weiliang's figure very well.

Mo Fei's white and black pupils are very light in color, like a still lake, without temperature or emotion, and she can't tell what she's thinking, but there is a powerful dark aura faintly emanating from her body.

The slender fingers made a call.

"Catch her back."

……

Rainy.

A taxi stopped in front of an orphanage in Longcheng.

Su Weiliang stepped out of the car, raised her eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar building in front of her.

She was originally anxious and wanted to go home immediately, but a certain memory of Su Huanyan touched her other thoughts.

Su Huanyan is an orphan.

Sixteen years ago, the Su family adopted her in this orphanage in order to gain a reputation for charity.

As for Su Qingwu, it just so happened that her father and mother also found her from an orphanage in Longcheng.

Because she was afraid of touching Su Qingwu's sad things, Su Weiliang seldom asked her about her life in the orphanage, and she didn't know that her biological sister had someone else until she was dying.

When Su Huanyan was five years old, she broke her leg, suffered a high fever, and almost died.

It was a strange boy who saved her.

In Su Huanyan's young and ignorant memory, she once wore a beautiful piece of jade.

the most important is--

Su Weiliang raised her hand and stroked this face bit by bit.

She looks just like her.

All kinds of signs clearly and cruelly pointed out a truth.

The object of her "resurrection from the corpse" is her biological sister.

Su Weiliang experienced several heart-wrenching pains in one day, her heart was numb from the pain, and she couldn't even shed tears.

She stepped into the orphanage.

On a rainy day, there were no children playing in the open space inside the gate. The guard at the gate saw her and said with a smile, "Miss Su is here again."

Before Su Huanyan, she often came here to do volunteer work.

Su Weiliang turned her head and spoke as Su Huanyan for the first time, her eyes were clear and elegant: "I want to go in and have a look."

"Go ahead, the kids are in the back classrooms."

Su Weiliang thanked them, but didn't go to see those orphans.

She turned around the building and came to the back, a row of gray and old buildings.

There was a foul smell of sewers in the air.

Su Weiliang walked into the third room, no one lived in it for a long time, and there was a dilapidated canopy bed in the corner.

Su Weiliang walked to the bedside, and the scene from that year came to mind.

The little girl was lying on it, her legs were twitching with pain, and she was confused from burning, like a poor cat, calling out "Mom..."

　This article inherits the style of the previous one, with a bit of suspense and suspense, without any fantasy elements, the abuse is temporary, cool and refreshing, pet pet pet!

　　
　
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