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Hearing this, Tang Xiaoran's actions were abruptly suspended in the air, she didn't fall or lift up, she just kept it as it was, without moving at all.

Zuo Qingrou... Zuo Qingrou... Zuo Qingrou...

She originally thought that when she heard this name again, she would no longer feel any pain in her heart, but in fact, it was not the case. A trace of pain came from the bottom of her heart, like the pain of pulling a silkworm, densely packed. , There seems to be an electric current passing through the soles of the feet.

She has been married to him for eight years, and the name Zuo Qingrou has also existed in her marriage for eight years. Occasionally, sometimes, from time to time, it will surface.

Eight years, 96 months, countless days and nights, Tang Xiaoran felt that she was numb and had no feeling, but she was not.

It was just her self-righteous thoughts and thoughts.

No longer sleepy, she lifted the quilt, got up gently and went to the living room, poured a glass of water, and drank lightly.

She used to think that even if a man loves a woman, how long and how deep can he love?

Zuo Qingrou is dead, how long can he stick to an illusory memory and love?The sun turns and the stars move, the moon sets and the moon rises, day and night alternate, there will always be a day, he will forget it.

In such a gorgeous world that is so materialistic and full of secret desires, even if she can't catch his eyes, there will be other beautiful women who will come into his sight.

Tang Xiaoran even imagined that maybe one day, Su Zhengxiao would stand in front of her holding a woman more beautiful than Zuo Qingrou and ask her to divorce.

However, she didn't expect that a woman would remain in his heart for eight years without forgetting it. He was not merciless, but too affectionate.

Or it can be said that she is the one who is ruthless, and Zuo Qingrou is the one who is heavy. She is too light, like a feather, fluttering in the air without any weight, and Zuo Qingrou is too heavy, like a stone. It fell directly on Su Zhengxiao's body, and there has never been a comparison between the two.

On the bed, Su Zhengxiao's brows were still tightly furrowed, forming a deep Sichuan character, uneasy, fearful, hideous. Even in his sleep, he was still clutching the bedsheets under him, and the veins on the back of his hands were bruised. rise.

At this time, he was having a dream, a real and vivid dream, he was standing on the left side of the mountain, Zuo Qingrou was standing on the right side of the mountain, with a cliff between them.

Standing on the hill here, he could only watch Zuo Qingrou being pursued step by step by a man with a vicious and wretched face.

Zuo Qingrou stepped back step by step, but there was a cliff behind her, and there was no way to retreat. The middle-aged man was forced to stand in front of her, his smile and expression were extremely disgusting.

His heart was also tense to the point of his throat, and he wanted to run over to save her, but his legs and feet seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move no matter what, he was anxious, angry, and flustered, and he couldn't move his body all the time.

The middle-aged man had already ripped off Zuo Qingrou's coat, and her upper body was exposed to the air, only naked.

When the middle-aged man approached again, Zuo Qingrou's expression finally showed a decisive look, he knew what she was going to do, yelled and cursed the middle-aged man, heartbreaking.

Zuo Qingrou glanced at him with a bit of mourning, then closed her eyes, and jumped off the cliff lightly.

His headache was about to explode, and he screamed like crazy, but at this moment, Zuo Qingrou suddenly appeared at his feet.

All the clothes on her body were peeled off, her whole body was purple, stiff and swollen, her face was bloody and bloody, and she couldn't see the original beautiful outline clearly, her skin and flesh seemed to be carved by a knife, and her eyes were white She stared, looking very frightening, she seemed to be accusing the person in front of Youyuan.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Su Zhengxiao was startled, his breathing became more and more rough, and then he opened his eyes in a jerk.

Then, he realized that he was dreaming, and this dream was a little too real!

Beads of sweat were already covered on his forehead, Su Zhengxiao closed his eyes slightly, calming his rapid breathing and heaving chest.

After suppressing all those emotions, he looked out the window, the bright moon was hanging high in the night sky, and then scanned the phone on his head, it was 02:30 in the morning.

Due to a dream, his forehead and temples ached, and there was always an indescribable tension, depression, and dullness.

Su Zhengxiao raised his head, landed on both sides of the temple, pressed and kneaded, waited until the pain gradually dissipated before stopping, and looked to the side again.

The woman's back was facing him, her body was tightly huddled, she was far away from him, she was already sleeping on the edge of the bed, if she turned over, she might fall off.

Frowning, faintly sarcasm, Su Zhengxiao was very dissatisfied with her reaction like this, he didn't despise her yet, but she felt like she was poisonous, as if she would die if she touched it!What right did she have to do such a thing to him?

With a sneer, he stretched out his long arms and brought her back along the edge of the *, with no gap between their bodies.

Sleeping beside him, Tang Xiaoran had always been in a light sleep. She opened her eyes when her body was moved like this, and behind her was the man's chest emitting a steady stream of heat.

She didn't speak, her body still turned her back to him, her eyes closed again, she pretended to turn over and moved a bit, changing from sideways to sleeping on the bed.

Su Zhengxiao put her body back into his arms again, tightened his hands around her slender waist, and said with his lips next to her ear; "Try this and see if I will poison you to death... "

Feeling that there was no need to do indifferent struggles, Tang Xiaoran just fell asleep like that.

He didn't have a good rest for a few days, and he was also sleepy. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, but this time he was able to sleep more peacefully.

Perhaps, not even Su Zhengxiao himself, most of the dreams he had about Zuo Qingrou in the past few years were tragedies and horrors, and rarely had the joy of being young and cheerful.

In fact, as the saying goes, think day by day and dream at night, and dreams come from the heart...

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The next morning.

Tang Xiaoran was making breakfast, Jing Xuan was already dressed, with warm water in his little hands; "Mom, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay." She was serving porridge.

"Then will daddy stay here to sleep every night from now on?" He looked up, curious and hopeful.

Tang Xiaoran never made empty promises to her children, she said, "Occasionally, maybe not."

The head that was still high in the last second drooped slightly in the next second, and the child was a little disappointed, and said again; "Mom, don't you know how to cook a lot of delicious dishes? If you cook a table full, if Dad thinks it is delicious, maybe you won't eat it." leave us."

"The hotel's food will be more delicious, eat it quickly, I have to go to school later."

After finishing speaking, Su Zhengxiao came out of the room. He had washed his face, even shaved his beard, and removed the redness and swelling left at the corners of his lips. Compared with yesterday, he looked like a different person. There had never been any clothes for him here, so Only wearing bathrobes.

Jing Xuan was very obedient, put down the bowl, and called, "Father."

"Well, let's eat." Su Zhengxiao also sat down at the table, put his hands slightly on the table, and waited for his breakfast as a matter of course.

Tang Xiaoran frowned, and kept her hand holding the rice spoon there. There was no reaction, but Jing Xuan's mouth lifted into a smile, and she shouted, "Mom, quickly serve the porridge for Dad, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

She didn't know what was going on in his mind, and she didn't want to guess. It's better to cook too much food than to throw it away.

At the dinner table, Su Zhengxiao didn't speak much, Jing Xuan kept talking, he was very happy and excited, Tang Xiaoran occasionally said a few words.

It was also the first time for him to stay here to eat, otherwise, Jing Xuan would not be so happy and excited.

For Su Zhengxiao, although Jing Xuan loved him, he was still a little afraid. The father and son didn't spend much time together.

Su Zhengxiao usually stays in this apartment for a short time, and he doesn't come here very often, but he calls Jingxuan occasionally.

He has always been a cold and hard line, and he has not deliberately learned how to be a father, but he treats it in a very normal way in his own way, sometimes impatient, sometimes irritable, and sometimes tempered.

From childhood to adulthood, the number of times he has hugged Jingxuan can be counted in one slap. It is impossible for children not to be afraid of him!

Thinking of something, Jing Xuan said softly again; "Mom, take me to school later."

Tang Xiaoran peeled the egg for him, without thinking for a moment, she just shook her head; "The driver will take you there, I will be very busy later."

"Mom, my legs are the same as yours. The students not only look at you, but also me. You and I are the same!" he said.

He is still young and has a simple mind. He thinks that his mother did not send him to school because he was afraid of the comments of his classmates. Now that he can't leave, he won't feel lonely when his mother is with him.

The chest rises and falls, the child's world and ideas are different from adults after all, she can tolerate others saying that she is lame, but she cannot allow others to say that Jing Xuan is also lame, and her family is lame. I'm very busy and have to clean the room."

Jing Xuan nodded sensiblely, didn't ask any more, and drank the porridge one mouthful at a time.

Su Zhengxiao glanced over the two of them, and then paused for a moment on Tang Xiaoran.

She pretended not to notice and kept drinking porridge with her head down.

Uncle Liu is the private driver of the Su family. He came to pick up Jingxuan to school. He was a little surprised when he saw Su Zhengxiao, so he hurriedly greeted him respectfully; "Master."

He complied.

Uncle Liu had already carried Jing Xuan on his back, and Tang Xiaoran came out of the kitchen with a lunch box in her hand, which was the child's lunch.

The school lunch had something he didn't like, and he didn't eat it very well.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Su Zhengxiao standing there, his eyes occasionally shifted from Jing Xuan on Uncle Liu's back to the wheelchair, and his brows were tightly frowned.

My heart tensed up involuntarily. He said that the wheelchair was too intrusive, so he wanted to throw it away!

Tang Xiaoran walked over quickly with the lunch box in one hand, put the lunch box on the wheelchair, lifted the wheelchair vigorously with both hands, and quickly walked out of the apartment with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

From time to time, the wheelchair would hit the ground, or the wall, making a crisp sound. She gritted her teeth and let herself go faster. Although it was a bit clumsy and funny, at this moment she didn't care how much she looked like a clown.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Su Zhengxiao became more angry and more irritable. He strode over and caught up with her in a few words, with a cold voice, "Let go!"

She was slightly startled, and instead of loosening, she gripped even tighter, fearing that he would lose his temper and throw the wheelchair down in a fit of anger.

After all, his impatience and irritability were written all over his face, without hiding it.

His voice became cold again; "Let go!"

"Jingxuan wants to use—"

Before she finished speaking, Su Zhengxiao finally swept her hands away impatiently, lifted the wheelchair easily with one hand, and walked forward.

She stood there in a daze, and then looked through the window. Uncle Liu put Jingxuan into the back seat, and Su Zhengxiao put the wheelchair in the trunk, and said something to Uncle Liu.

It was fine if he didn't fall, Tang Xiaoran felt relieved, Jingxuan had to use a wheelchair for a month, and if he fell, he had to buy a new one, the child finally got used to using this one, and he would have to get used to it for another one.

The room was a little messy. She tidied up the room, and the breath in the bedroom became different from usual, but it was only one night, and it was mixed with his breath.

The window was opened by her, and all the sheets on the bed had to be replaced, and everything that had his breath left had to be replaced.

After all, he is a passer-by in this apartment, he comes when he wants, and leaves when he wants...

Chen Yuanyuan didn't have a good idea. She wrote a few hundred at noon and then deleted it. I was afraid that what I wrote would not be good in the end. I will make a good idea while this episode is going on. Dear friends, look at my red eyes, thank you Yanzi Sister, Xiaodu’s [-] red envelopes, and other red envelopes from Tanwan, okay, this is the end of today’s update…………………