Mommy, Daddy is here again

Chapter 633 Mo Zixiang fell ill: Yueyue, I can't live without you...

Seeing Michael holding Ling Xiaoyue's hand and kissing the back of her hand, the two of them were laughing.

It was as if Mo Zixiang's heart was pinched fiercely by a big hand, and he was instantly suffocated and in severe pain.

In his eyes, the way the two looked at each other and smiled seemed so affectionate.

He didn't dare to look any further, staggered and turned away...

With deep pain in his eyes and a frustrated and sad face, Mo Zixiang walked away from the ward that made him breathless step by step, and walked to the street outside the hospital.

The weather in Milan changes as it says, just like people's moods.

Just as Mo Zixiang was walking down the street in a daze, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

The thick black seemed to erode the entire sky, it was terrifying.

With a click, thunder rang out.

The dark and terrifying sky was instantly torn apart.

In a second, it was pouring down with rain.

Because of the sudden heavy rain, pedestrians on the street ran quickly, looking for shelter from the wind and rain.

Among these rushing crowd, Mo Zixiang still maintained the same speed, walking in a daze... His heart and soul had already settled on that woman in that ward.

It was raining heavily, and Mo Zixiang's body was wet in no time.

After walking for more than an hour in the heavy rain, he arrived at the hotel where he was staying.

Seeing Mo Zixiang who was dripping wet all over, the lobby manager of the hotel immediately came over, "Mr. Mo, what's wrong with you?"

Mo Zixiang raised his eyes and looked at the lobby manager, "Go get me some wine."

Lobby manager:"……"

Mo always suffered some major blow, right?
Mr. Mo, who has just checked into the hotel, is indifferent and noble, with the air of a superior person exuding all over his body.

But a few days later, this Boss Mo started to drink heavily and was decadent all day long.

Mr. Mo is even more decadent today, it seems...

Before the manager in the lobby could think of words to describe Mo Zixiang in front of him, Mo Zixiang's narrow eyes with no warmth swept over him, and his voice was even more desolate, with a frightening dead air, "Didn't you hear me?"

"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you right away." The lobby manager didn't dare to think any more, and immediately ran to get Mo Zixiang a drink.

Soon, he brought over the wine, "Mr. Mo, the wine you want."

Mo Zixiang reached out to take it, and pulled out the cork.

The expensive Remy Martin was poured into his mouth just like that.

After taking a sip of wine, he continued to lift his foot and walked towards the elevator.

Seeing Mo Zixiang like this, the lobby manager wanted to say something.

But thinking of Mo Zixiang's temperatureless eyes, and that desolate and lifeless voice, in the end he chose to shut up without saying anything.

The elevator went up slowly, and Mo Zixiang stood in the car, drinking wine one gulp after another.

After he returned to the hotel room, a whole bottle of Remy Martin finally entered his stomach.

Mo Zixiang glanced at the empty wine bottle and threw it on the ground.

He strode with slender legs and came to the wine cabinet in a few steps.

Holding the wine from the wine cabinet, Mo Zixiang sat directly on the ground.

His back was leaning on the wine cabinet, his black eyes were looking at a place in pain, and he poured wine into his mouth one mouthful after another...

After drinking many bottles of wine, Mo Zixiang finally got himself completely drunk.

He was lying on the carpet with his hands wide open, his expression painful, and he couldn't stop whispering.

"Yueyue, do you really don't want me anymore?"

"Yueyue, I love you, please don't want me, okay?"

"Yueyue, how could you treat me like this?"

"Yueyue, don't go..."

That night, Chen Jian came to look for Mo Zixiang.

He stood outside the room and knocked on the door, "President, I have something to ask for you."

The room was silent and there was no response.

Chen Jian continued to knock on the door, "President, I really have something very important."

Still no one responded to him.

Chen Jian frowned suspiciously.

what happened?

Isn't the president in the room?

Why is there no sound at all inside?

Is the president drunk again?

Thinking of this, Chen Jian raised his hand and knocked on the door again, "President, if you don't open the door again, will I just go in by myself?"

Chen Jian also asked Mo Zixiang this way when there was an emergency in the past.

If Mo Zixiang hadn't died of drunkenness, he would have let Chen Jian get the hell out of him with a stern roar, or he would have come out with a gloomy face that wanted to kill someone.

But if Mo Zixiang was drunk to death, then Chen Jian would open the door and go in, helping Mo Zixiang who might be drunk on the balcony or anywhere in the bedroom to the bed.

After Chen Jian said this tonight, there was still no response in the room.

Chen Jian took out the room card and opened the door.

Unsurprisingly, Mo Zixiang, who had already died of drunkenness, was lying on the ground.

"Hey!..." Chen Jian sighed and approached Mo Zixiang.

"President, why did you drink yourself like this again?" Chen Jian muttered, and was about to bend over to help the drunk Mo Zixiang up.

Before Chen Jian's hand touched Mo Zixiang, he saw Mo Zixiang's overly red face.

what happened?

Why is the president's face so red?

Is it a fever?

As soon as this idea came out, Chen Jian was going to support Mo Zixiang's hand, and it fell on Mo Zixiang's forehead, "Oh my god! How could it be so hot!"

At this time, Mo Zixiang, who was lying on the ground, was still wearing that suit, and his clothes were drenched by the rain.

It's just that after such a long time, and the scorching temperature on Mo Zixiang's body, the wet clothes that can wring out water have already dried out.

Discovering that Mo Zixiang had a fever, Chen Jian immediately called Mo Zixiang, "President, wake up..."

Under Chen Jian's call, Mo Zixiang slowly opened his eyes.

When Chen Jian saw it, he said anxiously, "President, you have a fever now, I'll take you to the hospital."

With that said, Chen Jian was about to help Mo Zixiang up from the ground.

However, before Chen Jian could make a move, Mo Zixiang's dark and frightening eyes swept towards Chen Jian viciously, "Get lost!"

He doesn't want to go to the hospital!

Because there is Ling Xiaoyue in the hospital, and another man she is taking care of.

Seeing her taking care of another man and looking at him affectionately, Mo Zixiang's heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.

Thinking that she would no longer belong to him in the future and would start a new life with another man, Mo Zixiang's heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe, so he couldn't stop crying...

Ha ha!

Mo Zixiang's frighteningly red face revealed a bitter smile.

His Yueyue is gone, really gone!
From the moment she left Jiangcheng, she made up her mind to leave him, and never thought about returning to him and living happily with him.

Now, she has done it and will never come back!
But what to do?

(End of this chapter)