The end of the marriage: the CEO's husband is too dangerous

Chapter 91 Do You Still Like Ice and Snow Fairy Tales
It was as if a strong wind was blowing head-on, blowing out the burning flames, but it also made people feel uncomfortable all over. Du Sheng was shocked, panting slightly, suppressing his chaotic emotions, and nodded as a promise.

Luo He leaned over and looked in, only half of the figure could be seen.

"Go in, you're fine." Du Sheng said flatly, and then went out.

At this time, Mu Li's shout came from the room, "Captain Du, you haven't told me what happened to Qiumen!"

Du Sheng paused, hesitated to speak, and finally just said: "It's too late today, go back and eat if you haven't eaten yet, I will tell you when I go to work in Baigu tomorrow."

After all, he walked away.

As the sound of leaving footsteps became more and more faint, Luo He stepped into the apartment, and saw Mu Li leaning against the window, her thin body standing upright, but her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and she was illuminated by the light above her head. , the fine layer of sweat on his forehead was crystal clear.

"Madam." Du Sheng stepped forward, stretching out his hand vigilantly, instinctively wanting to help her.

Mu Li waved his hand and tried his best to get off the window sill he was relying on, but as soon as he took a step, he fell uncontrollably!
"Ma'am!" Luo He quickly grasped her arm, dragged her body and helped her up, "Are you okay?"

Mu Li nodded, his whole body tensed like a bowstring, trembling slightly due to the excessive tension.

"May I help you sit down?" Luo He suggested carefully.

"No need." Mu Li refused, "I'm fine, let me go, I can go by myself."

She said softly, her breath visibly trembling like her body.

Luo He hesitated, but finally let go of her hand, but followed closely beside her, keeping an inch away, always careful to avoid the situation where he almost fell just now.

He looked at the frail figure in front of him, and his heart was as heavy as a big rock. He understood why he was unable to stand firm just now, because he heard what she said outside the door.

It's hard to imagine that the girl from a small town who seemed innocent and ignorant at the beginning can now be alone, and even make the experienced captain of the criminal investigation team lose his sense of control.But to pretend to be calm and say those words requires a lot of psychological endurance, right?
What's more, she also mentioned "daughter", which was her lifelong injury.

Luo He still clearly remembers the scene of the accidental premature birth that year, the bluestone slab stained red with blood, the smell of blood permeating the air, even the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn was covered, and she sat on the cold slate, bitterly Begging to save her child.

Later, the child was born and then disappeared. She tossed and tossed endlessly, completely disregarding how weak her body had just been through the life-and-death struggle.

Afterwards, she stopped making trouble, like a walking corpse who had lost her soul, without joy or sorrow, as if nothing in this world could arouse her heart.

Luo He even remembered that that day he sent her to the airport to board the plane to England as instructed. Before entering the case, he asked her: Madam, what are you going to do with that child?

With a blank face, she replied to him with empty eyes: no more, no more.

How did such a fragile, innocent, and pitiful girl turn into what she is today?

Thousands of thoughts floated in his heart, Luo He remained silent, his eyes were fixed on Mu Li's pace, and he followed her cautiously.

In the car parked on the side of the road, a pair of deep and obscure eyes quietly stared at the entrance of the community ahead through the black glass window.

It wasn't until a thin figure appeared at the end of the line of sight that the deep eyes moved slightly, and she was much more relaxed, but she stood still after walking out of the community.

There was a cool wind blowing head-on, and the chill was even stronger in the middle of the night. Suddenly, Mu Li didn't want to go, as if she couldn't move, or as if she didn't know where to go. She stood at the entrance of the gate and exhaled deeply.

There are very few vehicles and pedestrians on the empty streets, and the dusty sky is actually snowing at this moment when night falls. This is the first snow since the beginning of winter, right?
This scene is like the scene when she was sent out of the country five years ago, the plane landed at Heathrow Airport, and she got off the plane.

It was winter in the northern hemisphere, and London, which is further north in latitude, was so cold that it hit the bones. People who came and went were wearing hats, scarves, and tightly wrapped coats, walking quickly, hoping to get home immediately and feel the warmth of home.

There was only her, standing there like a fool, with the suitcase that Lin Jinqian ordered someone to prepare for her at her feet, and the snowflakes hit her face coldly with thin raindrops.

It's that cold.

But she couldn't avoid it.

Because she didn't know where to hide, people who came and went had a clear purpose in their hearts, and after this period of cold, they could rest in a warm harbor, but she didn't.

Someone came up to her and asked her something with an authentic London accent. She was dazed and couldn't hear clearly. She could only catch one or two key words, but she didn't answer.

"Madam" they seem to be calling her like this, very gentlemanly and polite, but she is paranoid that Madam is a name for an elderly lady. Does she look old?

But she is clearly only in her early twenties!
"Mrs."

"Mrs."

There was someone calling again, like "Madam" at that time, Mu Li turned his head and saw Roch's sincere eyes.

He said to her, "Ma'am, the car is parked there. Get in?"

"Where-are-you-going, Madam? I-can-give-you-a-ride."

"I-wanna-go-home. Can-you-take-me-home?"

She wants to go home. For so many years, she has only one wish. No matter how long it has passed, she always gives the same answer.

Not going anywhere, just want to go home.

At home, there are purple rice cakes steamed by my mother, fragrant fish salvaged from the lotus pond by my adoptive father, and blossoming lotus pods that A Ming quietly picked...

That was her home, the home she had always wanted to return to.

"Ma'am?" Luo He's whispered voice sounded in his ear again, and Mu Li turned his face away, staring quietly at his vaguely anxious face, "Master Luo, do you still remember when you drove me to the airport and asked me question?"

Luo He was startled, he just remembered, how could he not remember?It's just that I don't know what to do with that one?
Burying his worries, Luo He nodded, "I remember."

"Then do you remember how I answered you?"

"You said..." Luo He hesitated, a little hard to say, but then Mu Li said verbatim: "I don't want anything, I don't want anything."

Luo He lowered his eyes and sighed secretly.

Then she heard her softly female voice, but she said more bitterly: "I also feel the same way now, but it's not that I don't want it anymore, but that I can't afford it, and there's nothing I can still want."

He almost blurted out "You still have the young and old" and swallowed it back abruptly, Luo He frowned, but he was speechless.

Mu Li stepped forward, facing the wind, and walked towards the open space in front of the community, her voice was blown in the wind.

"My mother left, the Mu family was defeated, and Amin didn't know where he went. In this short life, it seemed like nothing happened. What do you think is the meaning of life?"

Mother, you tell me, will you?

It's snowing, mom, did you see it in the sky?It never snows in the town in winter, and it is still warm. You said that you love the heavy snow, and that the world of ice and snow wrapped in silver is like a fairy tale. Now, do you still like it?

The eyes reflected on the glass window became darker, and the eyes moved with the movement of the figure. The world outside the car was covered with snowflakes, changing from flakes the size of catkins to falling like feathers, gradually covering up the fine rain.

Rongcheng's Xue has always been like this, from being unknown to controlling the audience, but in the blink of an eye.

But where is that figure facing the wind and snow going?Her dazed and chaotic steps were extraordinarily firm, just like the paths she had walked all these years.

She has had a hard time living in the UK these years. He knows that the money he asked Luo He to remit on a regular basis has not moved her. , and refused to use his remittance.

Every winter, she would walk alone on the streets of London like this, facing the wind and snow, walking aimlessly step by step.

In the past five years, he has never been to England, nor to London. He dare not and cannot ask about everything about her, but Luo He somewhat knows what is on his mind and will reveal something to him.

Seeing her like this now, the image of her walking alone to the white snow on the streets of London unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"Mrs!"

As his thoughts drifted away, Luo He suddenly shouted in front of him, and Lin Jinqian snapped back to his senses, only to see that figure falling down against the wind and snow!

He was almost about to open the car door, but when he turned the car lock, he saw Luo He running over to help her up, and he stopped all his movements abruptly.

As the white snow fluttered, Luo He picked up Mu Li, walked quickly to the side of the car, the rear door opened, and he leaned over to put Mu Li in.

She was in a coma.

"What's going on?" Lin Jinqian stared at her icy little face and asked deeply, frowning.

Luo He said truthfully: "My wife must be too tired. There have been many changes in this day, and it is difficult for her to bear it."

Lin Jinqian gently hugged Mu Li's body and let her lean on his shoulders. She was cold all over, her face was pale, and even her drooping hands were pale, with blue veins protruding from the back of her hands.

Luo He sat in the driver's seat, started the engine, and before turning the direction, he hesitated and finally said: "Before she fainted, the wife said that Ms. Zhao is gone, the Mu family is also defeated, and even Qiuming is missing. This short life is nothing more than a busy life, she asked me, what is the meaning of life."

The eyes staring at Mu Li's icy white cheeks surged darkly for a moment...

……

Steady footsteps sounded again in the darkness, the man's footsteps, walking slowly and firmly in front of her, his breath was warm, pressed against her ear, his hands were cold, covering her shoulders.

"The flowers are blooming, Xiaoyou, have you seen it?"

No, she's not Xiaoyou!Ash, where are you?
"Let's go to see the mountain full of flowers, shall we?"

(End of this chapter)