How can the president be fierce

Chapter 482 When love is beyond hope, how humble will you make yourself...

Liang Musheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he had said something, but because of some dark and repressed emotions, that sentence was crushed into a broken sigh before it could reach the tip of his tongue.

……

That night, Shen Suya woke up.

Qing Xiaomo's heart, which had been tormented for several days, finally returned to calm.

There is nothing more worthy of gratitude to God than snatching back the life of a loved one from the hands of death.

She was going to Qingling Mountain to fulfill her wish, but Xia Huan never thought that when she heard it, she would go with her life and death, but she was a star, and she was easily recognized by people climbing the mountain, so Qing Xiaomo had to change her departure plan from 7:4 am to [-]:[-] am.

Fortunately, in midsummer, the sky is already bright at four o'clock in the morning.

Just one-fifth of the way away, someone started yelling and sat down on a rock: "Ah——stop, stop, stop, I'm so tired, let me take a breath..."

Qing Xiaomo glanced at her speechlessly: "How poor is your physical strength? You have only walked a few steps!"

Xia Huan moaned and chirped.

Stopping and stopping all the way, the originally two-hour mountain climbing journey was dragged down to three hours for her abruptly.

By the time we reached the temple on the top of the mountain, the sun had already risen high.

She offered incense, and devoutly knelt down in front of the Buddha statue and kowtowed in thanks.

Xia Huan didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, she came here purely to exercise and relieve stress, and refused to go in outside the temple.

An elegant figure walked past her eyes, she beat her sore calf, glanced, and then glanced again.

I don't know why I have to look at her more, but I feel a little familiar, but I can't remember where I saw her.

After Qing Xiaomo finished applying the incense, she turned around and found the President's wife standing behind her, wearing sunglasses and a long silk scarf covering the remaining half of her face, but she still recognized her at a glance.

Her face changed slightly, and she looked at her warily.

Seeing that there was no one around, the president's wife took off her sunglasses and smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't think about what happened last time. It's just that my father insisted. I can't help it. I hope you can understand."

Qing Xiaomo naturally wouldn't believe that she followed Qingling Mountain early in the morning just to explain such a sentence to her.

The President's wife lit some incense, knelt down on the futon, bowed devoutly, and put the incense into the incense burner: "I don't know if Yu Chuan has mentioned to you that my marriage to him is not real. Back then, I admired him wholeheartedly, but he said that he already had a sweetheart, even if he married me, it would only be a marriage in name.”

In the distance a heavy bell strikes, thump—thump—thump—thump—

The huge Buddhist temple was enveloped by the smell of incense, her voice was calm and gentle: "You probably don't know how humble you will be when you love someone to the point of no return, even if you can't be true to him. When I think of my name in his spouse column, when I think that I will appear in the eyes of everyone hand in hand with him, when I think that I can give birth to his child, even if it is just artificially conferring Miqing, I will feel that I am such The happiest woman in the world."

Qing Xiaomo didn't know why she suddenly wanted to say this to herself, and she didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while.

The President's wife raised her head, looked deeply at the compassionate and smiling Buddha statue in front of her, and folded her hands together: "Buddha, you save all living beings, please forgive me, forgive my sins, and forgive my selfishness..."

(End of this chapter)