Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 257 Yuner, You Forgot Me

"Uncle...uncle..."

One after another sad cry, Qiao Mo's deep gaze could never be replaced again.

He strode into the elevator, his back looked so heartless, even the moment he entered the elevator, he didn't look back at her.

However, what Tong Xiaoyun didn't know was that the moment he entered the elevator, his footsteps froze for a moment.

Just for a moment, he thought about a lot.

He really wanted to take her away from here, away from everything here, without hatred, without origin, without the coercion of her family...

However, even if you leave here, it doesn't mean that those things don't exist.

They all have their own families, can they really let go of everything and just leave?
The steps under his feet finally stepped into the elevator.

The moment the elevator door closed, he saw the sadness and misery of her small body rushing through the narrower and thinner gap. At that moment, Qiao Moshen finally realized what it feels like to die .

stop it.

Stop chasing.

It is impossible for them to have no future.

He couldn't give up his family, and the moment his mother put a knife on her own neck, he chose to give up on her.

He is cowardly and incompetent, so there is no way to have both.

Such a him made me hate him, so why did she still chase after him?

Hate him!

hate him!
Just...don't love him.

Her love, for him, is endless pain.

In the days to come, he could be with the memories between them, but he couldn't bear her love.

He felt that he was not worthy of that little thing's love.

sorry……

Really sorry.

The elevator door finally closed, just before Tong Xiaoyun rushed up.

Time stood still, the whole world was quiet and there was no movement.

Then, a cruel voice sounded in her ear, telling her that Qiao Mo didn't want her anymore.

The person she loves so much doesn't want her anymore.

A fresh and beating heart was like being pulled out of her heart by a cruel hand. There was nothing left, it was empty, and it hurt so much!
Tong Xiaoyun was in so much pain that it was difficult to breathe, as if someone had tightly strangled her throat, taking away all her breath.

However, even if she is not breathing, she cannot live without him.

"Uncle..."

Tong Xiaoyun seemed to be crazy, turned around suddenly, and rushed towards the safe exit.

She must catch up with him, must catch up with him...

Tong Xiaoyun told herself this way, walking through the long corridor, turning a corner, but bumped into a person in front of the safety exit.

Jiang Yina!
Tong Xiaoyun took two steps back, no longer in the mood to ask Jiang Yina why she was here, she must chase after Qiao Moshen.

"Tong Xiaoyun!" Jiang Yina called to stop Tong Xiaoyun, turned around and stopped her.

Tong Xiaoyun couldn't stop her tears, even though she had 1 people who didn't want to be seen by Jiang Yina, but she just couldn't stop crying.

"Step aside!"

Jiang Yina looked at Tong Xiaoyun proudly, and smiled coldly, as if admiring the embarrassment shown by a loser in front of her, "I won't let you, you are no longer Brother Mo Shen's wife, but I will soon I'm going to marry Brother Mo Shen, Tong Xiaoyun, please stay away from my man in the future."

"What did you say?" Tong Xiaoyun widened her tear-wet eyes in shock, as if struck by lightning.

Did Jiang Yina just say that she was going to marry Qiao Moshen?
impossible!
This is impossible!

His uncle will not marry this woman!
Jiang Yina is lying to her, this woman must be lying to her!
She lied!
Tong Xiaoyun shook her head desperately, and roared excitedly, "You lied to me! You lied to me! Uncle..."

"Snapped!"

A loud applause suddenly sounded, interrupting Tong Xiaoyun's words.

The burning pain instantly filled Tong Xiaoyun's cheeks, but the pain was less than a ten-millionth of her heart.

She just refused to believe that Qiao Moshen would marry Jiang Yina.

He doesn't love that woman at all, he... doesn't like that woman, right?
Tong Xiaoyun felt Qiao Moshen's feelings for her, and really felt it.

So, this woman must have lied to her, definitely.

Even if Qiao Moshen came to tell him in person that he was going to marry Jiang Yina, she would not believe it.

She just doesn't believe it!
Jiang Yina withdrew her hand and looked at the bright fingerprints on Tong Xiaoyun's pale face, feeling extremely happy in her heart.

She finally waited until this day, and finally she could trample Tong Xiaoyun under her feet.

"Tong Xiaoyun, I told you that Brother Mo Shen kept you by his side for revenge. Do you think he really fell in love with you? I have never seen a shameless woman like you. Dad killed someone. Father, you still want people to fall in love with you, you are dreaming!"

Tong Xiaoyun's hollowed out heart felt pain like being pricked by a needle again, and she was about to be unable to bear it.

Not what Jiang Yina said, definitely not what Jiang Yina said.

She is going to ask Qiao Moshen for clarification.

Seeing that Tong Xiaoyun was about to pass her and leave, Jiang Yina stretched out her hand and pushed Tong Xiaoyun to the ground. Looking down at the terrified woman in front of her, she said triumphantly, "Brother Mo Shen is my man, Tong Xiaoyun, don't go there again." I'm looking for him, get the hell out of Brother Mo Shen's world!"

After saying that, Jiang Yina still didn't feel relieved, stepped forward and kicked Tong Xiaoyun hard, then turned and left.

Tong Xiaoyun sat on the ground in misery, crying out to the sky, her frail shoulders trembled, like a butterfly that was blown by the wind and rain, she was lonely and pitiful.

She just wants that old man to love her dearly, but where is he now?

Why hasn't he come back yet?
Do you really want her?
No!

She really doesn't know what to do without him?
Her heart was lost in him, how could she live without him?
"Uncle..."

After all, she still couldn't persuade herself to give up just like that, got up and ran out with difficulty.

She must get him back!
……

The night was dark, and above the dark night, the sky full of stars had already been ignited.

At the gate of the castle, Tong Xiaoyun knocked on the door vigorously, and her mournful cries resounded throughout the night, "Uncle, please open the door, uncle...uncle..."

She was outside the door, calling Qiao Moshen all the time, hoping that the next second, the front door would open and he would appear in front of her.

However, this door is still tightly closed, just like his world, which will never open the door to her again.

So many days and nights, he was by her side, her grievances, her sorrows, he was by his side to comfort her.

Now that he no longer sees her, where can he put the pain in her heart?

"Uncle, you open the door... Can you please open the door... Uncle... Please..."

The surroundings are still very quiet, there is no sound at all.

He won't show up, will he?
Where the hell is he?

Are you really so cruel that you don't even want to look at her?

……

"Sir, are you really not going out to see your wife?" Aunt Li asked with red eyes, tears already wet her eyes.

These two people, one is outside the door, the other is inside the door, there is only a door between them, as long as the door is opened, they can see each other.

However, Qiao Moshen has already issued an order that no one is allowed to open the door in front of him.

Aunt Li finally couldn't bear it, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

Jomo's moist eyes tightly enveloped the door in front of him, and his voice was light but full of pain, "You all go back, I want to be alone... let's all go."

Aunt Li and the housekeeper looked at each other, sighed silently, turned and left the hall in silence.

Tong Xiaoyun's miserable cries still echoed in Qiao Moshen's ears.

For him, this is the cruelest punishment from God.

This fool, why is she still here?

Didn't you say you don't want her?

Why do you want to come here?

Do you have to torture him like this?

She wants to torture him to death before giving up, right?

Then she made it, and he was really... dying.

"Go back... go back..."

In a soft voice, he told her outside the door that he also prayed in his heart to let her go back, even though he knew she couldn't hear her.

The door in front of me really cannot be opened, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted.

He couldn't help but watch his mother end her life in front of him, so he could only let go of her hand.

Let's go back……

Yun Bao, I'm really sorry.

In Qiao Mo's deep heart, there are countless words of sorry that he wants to tell her, but he doesn't want her to forgive him.

As long as she can feel better, even if she hates him, he is willing.

But if she is like this all the time, what should he do?
Who can tell him, what should he do?
……

The two of them have been like this all the time, although there is only a door between them, but they are two worlds, and they never meet again.

The night was getting darker and darker, and it was getting quieter outside.

Tong Xiaoyun's voice was finally drowned out by the night.

Qiao Moshen's world is icy cold, without her figure, without her voice, there is no reason to warm up again.

A heart suddenly thumped.

He seemed to have sensed something, and without hesitation, he suddenly opened the door in front of him...

Outside the door, Tong Xiaoyun'an was lying quietly on the ground, not breathing at all, only the sad tears on her little face under the light, which hurt his eyes and heart severely.

"Yun'er!" He was shocked, stepped forward, hugged her horizontally, called the driver loudly, and went straight to the hospital.

It will be all right.

She will be fine!

Qiao Moshen told himself this, but he couldn't stop the worry and panic in his heart.

"Yun'er, I'm here, I'm here...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

The car finally stopped at the hospital, Qiao Mo hugged Tong Xiaoyun deeply, and rushed in with big strides.

Dr. Wu immediately arranged an examination for Tong Xiaoyun.

It was nothing serious, but it was because of being overly sad that he passed out.

Doctor Wu told Qiao Moshen not to let her have any more emotional fluctuations, and then arranged a ward for Tong Xiaoyun.

Qiao Moshen was not relieved by this.

In the quiet ward, there were only the two of them.

Tong Xiaoyun was lying on the hospital bed, and Qiao Mo was sitting deeply on the edge of the bed, holding her cold little hand tightly, her moist and sad eyes were tightly twisting her pale face, and he refused to move away for a moment.

"Yun'er, you forget me, okay?"

(End of this chapter)