Doting on Honey Marriage: The Uncle Treats You Lightly

Chapter 337 Because, He Hasn't Died

Tong Wei's sad and worried eyes froze on Tong Xiaoyun's body for a long time, nodded, and said softly, "Okay, Xiaoyun, Dad is waiting for you by the car."

Tong Xiaoyun responded softly, stepped forward suddenly, and gave Tong Wei a hug. After a long time, he let go, "Go, Dad."

Tong Wei glanced at Tong Xiaoyun for the last time, fell silent, turned around and returned to the car.

His gaze still didn't leave Tong Xiaoyun, for some reason, inexplicably, the quiet and sad aura around Tong Xiaoyun made him afraid, and made him involuntarily go in a bad direction.

Tong Xiaoyun took a deep breath of the cold air, and couldn't help shivering.

The cold wind mixed with the salty smell of the sea was blowing on Tong Xiaoyun's pale face, her expression was actually more depressed and lifeless than this winter.

The hair fluttered in the wind, caressing her haggard cheeks, as if gently comforting her.

But the wound in her heart couldn't heal.

Without Qiao Moshen, her most beloved man, her life has no meaning.

Under the vast sky, she felt inexplicably claustrophobic.

She seems to be locked in a small dark room, which is full of all the sweet memories with Qiao Moshen.

Everything that was beautiful in the past has now become a demon that tore her heart and lungs, just like someone holding a rusty saw and stabbing it fiercely in her heart, pulling and pulling, the sharp pain gradually turned into a blunt pain. , but it also made her unbearable.

She loves that man so much, deeply.

She also knew that Jomoshen blocked the two bullets for her and put her on the rope ladder of the helicopter with all his strength, hoping that she could live well.

He is protecting her and loving her with his own life.

However, she was going to disappoint him.

Because without him, how could she live well?

"Uncle, I'm coming to you right now. I know you will scold me, but without you, I will die. I'm coming to you now."

The ethereal voice was blown away by the sea breeze, and she turned her head slowly. Tong Xiaoyun saw her father answering the phone...

It's now.

"Uncle, I'm here to find you."

The corners of her lips raised slightly, and Tong Xiaoyun slowly closed her eyes, a relieved smile appeared on her little face, which was tightly shrouded in sadness.

At this moment, she is not afraid of death at all, because of death, she can take her to Qiao Moshen.

The cold sea water pierced Tong Xiaoyun's bones, and the chill spread throughout her internal organs.

The steps under his feet were submerged in sea water, and every step was so difficult.

However, her footsteps are so firm.

She saw Qiao Moshen, who was just ahead, waiting for her.

Tong Xiaoyun rushed out of the heavy resistance of the sea, step by step, towards Qiao Mo.

She is going to a place with Jomo deep.

"Uncle, you came to pick me up, didn't you?"

……

Tong Wei hung up the phone, his eyes fell on Tong Xiaoyun again, but he took a sharp breath.

With a stagnant heartbeat, Tong Wei looked at Tong Xiaoyun who was about to be submerged in sea water, and was startled. He let go of his hand and dropped the mobile phone in his hand.

He was so shocked that it took him half a beat to react, he strode forward, also passed through the heavy resistance of the sea water, and stopped Tong Xiaoyun who had already reached the deep sea area.

"Xiaoyun...Xiaoyun, don't you want Dad and Edward?"

Tears once again covered the entire face, Tong Xiaoyun's legs went limp, and she fell on Tong Wei's body completely, crying bitterly, "Dad...Dad, can you let me go find uncle? I really...I really I'm about to die, Dad, my heart hurts so much, please..."

Seeing his daughter in such pain, Tong Wei felt extremely distressed. He hugged Tong Xiaoyun tightly and refused to let go, "Xiaoyun, if you leave, how will you let Dad live? Do you want Dad to go with you too? You And Edward, don’t you want him too? He is your son and Mo Shen’s!”

Tong Xiaoyun thought of her son, her heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

Severe pain continued to sweep through the entire bottom of my heart, just like the sea waves, tumbling endlessly.

"Edward...Edward..."

Suddenly, Tong Xiaoyun's gray face became agitated, and he held Tong Wei's arm tightly, and asked helplessly, "Dad, what should I do? What should I do? Edward must be very sad, very sad, but... I didn't protect uncle well, I...I..."

Tong Wei also shed tears, holding Tong Xiaoyun and took her to the coast, "Xiaoyun, listen to your father, you still have Edward, you must live well, don't you want Mo Shen to worry about you in the sky?" ?"

Tong Xiaoyun sobbed in pain, and threw herself into Tong Wei's arms, her frail shoulders trembling from crying, like a butterfly at the end of summer, losing its vitality bit by bit.

……

"what……"

The sharp and painful scream sounded again, Duan Wangshu suddenly opened his eyes, got up and left the sofa immediately, and came to Tong Xiaoyun's bedside.

It was already past three o'clock in the middle of the night.

Duan Wangshu turned on the wall lamp, sat down by the bed, and tightly held Tong Xiaoyun's little hand holding his shirt on his chest, "Xiaoyun..."

Tong Xiaoyun curled up her small body, her hot tears never stopped.

Her heart hurt so badly, as if a hole had been torn apart abruptly.

If things go on like this, she is really going to die.

When the pain accumulated in her heart reached the extreme and she couldn't bear it, there was another long scream full of pain.

Duan Wangshu's handsome face has long since lost the evil spirit of the past, and the painful brows and eyes are full of exhaustion and distress.

Exhaling a foul breath, he suddenly lifted the quilt and got on the bed, hugging her from behind, tightly.

The sudden warm hug eased the pain in Tong Xiaoyun's heart a little.

Breathing is also slightly easier.

Her chest rose and fell, and every breath took all the strength in her body.

Perhaps, such pain will follow her for the rest of her life.

Without Qiao Moshen, Tong Xiaoyun is like a walking corpse living in hell, without a soul, only a scarred body.

The days passed day by day like this, as Tong Xiaoyun said, the pain in my heart did not decrease in the slightest, but instead increased all the time.

Qiao Yichen also came back from Lenita.

After hearing the bad news, he, who was usually calm and calm, finally cried, crying like a child, so sad, so painful.

However, he is a man, he does not allow himself to cry in front of his mother.

He said, to protect mother.

Now that father is gone, the heavy responsibility of protecting mother falls on his shoulders alone.

Starting today, he won't let his mother get hurt a little more.

"what……"

In the dead of night, this scream full of pain would sound, and the entire castle was tightly surrounded by an army called "Sorrow", and the people inside had nowhere to escape.

Qiao Yichen woke up suddenly when he heard Tong Xiaoyun's voice, "Mom!"

He turned on the light, and looked deeply at the lifeless Tong Xiaoyun. On the immature and handsome face, there was a layer of dull sadness and worry.

"Mom..." He gently shook Tong Xiaoyun's arm, his voice full of concern.

Tong Xiaoyun tightly covered her chest with her small hands, and pressed it hard, as if only in this way, the big empty hole in her heart would be filled, and she could feel better.

Qiao Yichen's eyes were moist, and in the immature voice, one could hear begging, "Mom, can you see me? Mom, I will always be by your side, and I will love and protect you for Dad, Mom ..."

Tong Xiaoyun could even feel his heart bleeding.

If heartache had a shape and color, it should be bright red blood.

It's just that the blood in her body will drain, and when will her heartache disappear?

"Mother……"

"Edward..." Tong Xiaoyun's tear-wet eyes finally opened slowly.

She turned around and hugged Qiao Yichen tightly in her arms, "Edward, it's mom who is sorry for you, but mom really hurts, Edward, what should mom do?"

Qiao Yichen patted Tong Xiaoyun's arm lightly, her choked voice was extremely firm, "Mom, I will always be by your side, and Dad will watch us from the sky. Only when we are happy can he feel at ease."

Tong Xiaoyun shook his head.

happiness?

No more, without Qiao Moshen's Tong Xiaoyun, where would happiness come from?

Her happiness disappeared in her life along with the man named Qiao Moshen.

Since then, her life has been nothing but pain, endless pain.

……

Unexamined, several months passed like this.

In a blink of an eye, spring is coming to an end.

For Tong Xiaoyun, this spring was extremely cold.

There is no sunshine, no warmth, just a life as cold as hell.

Qiao Mo's deep departure took away the sunshine and warmth in her life...

She has nothing left, and her whole body has lost weight. Just looking at her makes people feel pity.

Only now did Duan Wangshu realize how much he loved this woman. Her sadness and pain turned into sharp steel needles in his heart, piercing him fiercely.

Mo Mei frowned lightly, and he stood there again silently looking at Tong Xiaoyun who was sitting by the window without making a sound, took a deep breath, endured the pain in his heart, stepped forward, and sat down on the bay window.

"What are you looking at?" He asked lightly, as if chatting with her.

Tong Xiaoyun's unfocused eyes didn't know where they fell, and hearing Duan Wangshu's voice couldn't arouse any ripples in his heart.

Her whole body exudes a quiet and terrifying aura, like someone who is about to die.

In the past few months, Duan Wangshu could see clearly the pain she suffered from losing Qiao Moshen, even though it was indescribable.

He knew very well that if this continues, what will be waiting for Tong Xiaoyun.

She may never return to the happy, happy Tong Xiaoyun who didn't care about anything when she saw food.

But the one everyone likes is Tong Xiaoyun.

Now this Tong Xiaoyun will only make everyone sad and sad.

He looked at her deeply, and the undercurrent in his heart suddenly gurgled by.

Duan Wangshu suddenly grabbed Tong Xiaoyun's shoulders, turned her around, and let her face him, "Xiaoyun, I have some good news for you."

Tong Xiaoyun's haggard little face still lacked any splendor, and on the eyelashes like cattail leaf fans, there was a deep sadness.

She seemed not to have heard Duan Wangshu's words, and seemed to have heard them, but she no longer had any interest.

"Xiao Yun..." Duan Wangshu tightened her shoulders, "Listen to me, the police haven't found Qiao Moshen's body until now, that's because..."

because……

Finally, there was a trace of emotion on the expressionless little face, Tong Xiaoyun slowly raised his eyelids, his dull eyes fell on Duan Wangshu's enchanting face, focusing bit by bit.

Because of what?
Duan Wangshu saw the flash of anger in her expression.

Although, it was a lie, but he still chose to continue talking, as long as she could cheer herself up.

"That's because Qiao Moshen hasn't died yet, he may have been injured and was washed to an unknown place by the sea, but don't worry, Xiao Yun, as long as Qiao Moshen is still in this world, I will definitely find him. "

Tong Xiaoyun finally felt her heartbeat.

She tightly grasped the clothes around Duan Wangshu's waist, her bloodless lips parted, her eyes were filled with tears, and she asked excitedly, "Really? Is uncle really not dead?"

(End of this chapter)