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Chapter 41 Quarrel
Chapter 36 Quarrel
Su Xiaomu found that he couldn't find words to describe his current mood at all.

Her hand slipped off the mouse unconsciously, and she stared at Jing Yan with her eyes, from his thick black eyebrows to his tall nose, and then to his thin lips. She didn't understand why he could ask this sentence exit?He wants her to believe her, but he doesn't have any confidence in her?Her devotion and forbearance are only in exchange for this question?
All the excuses and all the anger were choked in her throat, and she couldn't breathe out of that piercing feeling, so she had to open her mouth and take a deep breath, and then take a deep breath, it only took a few seconds, Already tasted the suffocation of death like a drowning man.

Jing Yan quickly found out that something was wrong with her, and reached out to grab her arm to help her sit up. She didn't appreciate it, and wanted to shake off his hand, but where did she have the strength?
He didn't give her time to struggle, he hugged her directly to the nearest soft sofa and leaned against him, his voice was full of urgency that he couldn't detect: "Don't move, do you feel uncomfortable? What about the medicine? Where did you put it? "The next second after asking, he subconsciously touched his pocket, and there was indeed a small bottle of spray in it, and he immediately handed it to her, "Come on, open your mouth."

Su Xiaomu couldn't bear it, she had no choice but to hold his hand back and take medicine to relieve the pain, until the bronchi dilated smoothly, her breathing improved, but she couldn't speak at all, and she was so tormented that she had no strength, her eyes Slowly closed, into a half-conscious world.

Jing Yan sat quietly in front of her, and didn't leave until her breathing calmed down.She buried half of her face in the soft pillow, and the broken hair slid down her cheek at an oblique angle. He couldn't help stretching out his hand to tie it for her, but he stopped when he got close to her, afraid of waking her up.He just stared at her in a daze, the loose home clothes made her face very petite, thinking of the home clothes she and her son tried on during the day, he bent his lips and smiled unconsciously.

As night fell, only the lamp on the table was on in the huge room. Under the light and shadow, Jing Yan's face was extremely stern, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and his fingertips were typing on the keyboard lightly and quickly.

After pressing send, he looked over to the sofa and saw that Su Xiaomu seemed to be in a deep sleep. After thinking for a while, he took his mobile phone and went outside to call Wang Hao: "Put down what you are doing and help me Check one thing, I want to know the ins and outs as soon as possible."

The sound was like blood from melting glaciers, and it was cold as it fell to my ears.

No one would be willing to offend such Jing Yan, if so, then that person is really stupid.

When he finished the call and returned to the room, the headlights on the ceiling had been turned on. Su Xiaomu was still lying limply on the sofa. He opened his eyes and glanced at him when he heard the sound, and then quickly closed them weakly. The collarbone is more pronounced.He paused for a while, then poured a glass of water and sat down in front of her, slid his fingers over the back of her slender hand, and said softly, "Drink some water before going to sleep on the bed."

The glass of water was hanging in a place within easy reach of her, stubbornly waiting for her favor, but at this moment, his concern and tenderness were all poisonous poison to her.

After a stalemate between each other for a while, Su Xiaomu had no choice but to give up insisting, and said first: "You put it aside, I'm not thirsty."

She who is not arguing or arguing like this makes Jing Yan more uncomfortable than making a scene. He feels his heart is constricting uncontrollably, like being stabbed silently. The pain is an afterthought. And rambling.

He didn't know how to explain the misunderstanding just now, but he said in a hoarse voice: "I misunderstood you about the photo, I'm sorry." He was too arbitrary, but he couldn't take it back once he said it.

Sorry, if it's useful, why do you want the police?

"My innocence was found out so quickly?" Su Xiaomu opened her eyes slightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "But I don't blame you, really. I just blame me for being so stubborn and putting so much emotion on you . " She clenched her hand under the blanket, her nails had sunk into her palm, it seemed that only in this way could she face him soberly.

"Sometimes I feel that the current me is just an empty shell that stubbornly loves Jing Yan for the sake of obsession in my heart. The original Su Xiaomu has long since disappeared. You see, I obviously don't like you taking care of Qin Zhen , but I still pretend to be magnanimous and calm, and I obviously don’t like your father’s self-assertion, but I still try my best to maintain the surface peace. This kind of me is really hypocritical. But it’s because of you, it’s just you, so Knowing that Qin Zhen's existence is a thorn, I let her poke my heart. You are right, how can I take back the heart I gave, and I have no strength to take it back. What's the use?"

Jing Yan couldn't understand the negativity in her tone, so he squeezed onto the sofa, let her head rest on his lap, stroked her hair and said, "I promise you, I'll take care of her as soon as she recovers." Send her back to America."

As if hearing something unbelievable, Su Xiaomu sat up suddenly and met his eyes.

Under the shadow of the lamp, his eyes were bottomless, with a soft light that made her sink.

"Back to the United States? Will she really recover from her illness? With you taking good care of her, she is willing to go back? Dr. Lu is an authority on the subject. Why does she still go crazy and commit suicide after so long? Is it fragile? I even wonder if she is pretending to be sick to win your sympathy? Maybe she asked someone to take that photo herself!"

"Xiao Mu!"

"Look, that's the look. Have you ever looked in the mirror yourself? The word Qin Zhen is your curse. Whenever you mention her, you get very nervous. What? You can doubt me, but I'm not allowed to doubt Her?" Su Xiaomu smiled gently, but that smile was uglier than crying.

Jing Yan frowned and took a deep breath: "Enough, don't say any more."

"Yeah, it's enough. It's not what you said. I don't understand. If you love, you love. If you don't love, you don't love. It won't increase or decrease because I gave birth to a son for you and waited for you for ten years. Half a point. We have been together for so long, you may really have feelings for me, but it is more of a responsibility, right? If there is no bond of Xiao Yao, another ten years, another 20 years, there will be no result between us, this is I'm different from Qin Zhen. She can squander your feelings wantonly, but I can't hold you close no matter how careful I am."

Jing Yan's eyes darkened a little, and he opened his mouth to interrupt her, but in the end he remained silent, listening to her express what had been suppressed in her heart these days.

Su Xiaomu turned the wedding ring on her ring finger, and continued to murmur wistfully: "Jing Yan, have you ever thought that if Qin Zhen hadn't divorced and everyone lived in peace, you and I might really live a peaceful life together. But It’s different now, she’s back, maybe you already feel that your feelings for her are still deep, but now I happen to be by your side, and I happen to be Xiaoyao’s mother, so you are willing to accept me for the sake of your family and responsibility, Even ignoring my true intentions for this? In fact, if it wasn't for her back then, I wouldn't have had any contact with you at all..."

He can accept her out of responsibility, but she can't let herself live in an illusion, thinking that this is love.Superficial warmth can never be happiness, just like building a castle on the beach, a wave can overturn everything.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the terrace were not closed, and the evening wind blew up the light georgette, which also floated people's hearts.

Jing Yan pursed his lips and stared at her fixedly, and only asked, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Facing his solemn expression, Su Xiaomu suddenly missed his rare smile very much, and felt sore in her heart, but this did not affect her to make a firm decision.

People are like this, the more they get, the more they want.

What she wanted was all his affection, even if she knew it, it was almost impossible.Now is the most sober moment for her in ten years. He has treated her well, and she has enjoyed his tenderness. Enough is enough, the dream should end.

She slowly and word by word said to him: "I want to say, Jing Yan, let's get a divorce."

(End of this chapter)