Broken marriage

Chapter 74

The bright moonlight shone on him, his white clothes were as white as snow, and he was spotless. No matter how you looked at him, he looked like a prince lost in the forest.

There was some pain in the chest, some fever all over the body, the white shirt was soaked in sweat, Yimo held the position of the heart with one hand, breathed slightly, sweat started to drip down his forehead, the love potion had taken effect!
At this moment, a few beggar-like people swaggered towards this side. Their clothes were shabby and their hair was messy. Under the silver light of the moon, they looked like the incarnation of vampire bats.

It was very easy for these beggars to find Yimo who was curled up beside the haystack. The poor beggars immediately became vicious. This was their territory, and they never tolerated outsiders.

"Hey...", one of them raised his foot and kicked the man who was half lying on the haystack, and called tentatively. After waiting for a while, seeing that he didn't respond much other than humming, he became bolder and stretched his legs forward. He kicked hard and cursed, "Wake up, Lao Tzu!"

Yimo felt a pain in his waist, and slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes opened and closed like wings, weak and weak, he hugged his arms tightly, his thin lips trembled, dizzy, and could only vaguely see the surrounding area around him. Quite a few people, not very real, wanted to move their bodies, but they exhausted their strength.

"Yo? It's the young master of which family!", maybe because he was humiliated during the day, or because he wanted to have some fun in the middle of the night, the man grabbed Yi Mo by the collar, lifted him up, and stretched out his hand to pat the picture With a handsome face, he sighed sarcastically, "Look at the appearance of this delicate skin and tender flesh," he pinched it vigorously as he spoke, and showed his yellow teeth in a smile.

Yimo closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose, as if smelling something unpleasant, his stomach rolled and he vomited it out.

"Damn it! How dare you vomit all over me! Let me teach you a lesson!" The man took off his stained coat and threw it on the ground, and began to punch and kick Yimo, cursing while beating, "It's great to be rich, Money is great!"

Yimo curled up, whimpered softly, and dodged left and right, but he couldn't dodge the man's fists and feet, his sweat-wet hair clinged to his forehead, and he moaned in pain, "Uncomfortable..."

"Hot...", he tore his clothes and rolled on the ground, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball.

The few remaining people didn't seem to be satisfied, and stepped forward to help. Instead of beating, they rummaged, rummaged through Imo's pockets, trying to find something valuable.

"Go away, go away... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts." Seeing that these people are about to tear their clothes, Yimo struggled and shouted desperately, as if he was greatly frightened, kicking with both hands and feet Fighting in an attempt to stop their actions.

Thanks to Dean Zhu, this consciousness of repelling others from taking off his clothes has been deeply rooted in Yi Mo's mind, and he even refuses to be touched by anyone.

"Oh, he's still ashamed! Take it off! Strip off his clothes for me!", the man who was puked all over was so tired, he stood aside and gave orders, his face full of gloating.

"No! No..." Yimo opened her eyes in horror, and kept shrinking back, like a frightened deer, whimpering inarticulately, not even knowing how to call for help.

Those few people ignored the man's fear at all, and walked forward enjoying themselves. This time they got a chance to trick him, so they had to have fun.

Suddenly, a dazzling light came from the gate of the villa, like the light of hope, causing these beggars to flee.

Xia Yimo took a shower for nearly an hour before coming out of the bathroom, her hair was wet on her shoulders, her face was pale, and she was a little bit lost.

She was sleepy and exhausted, and really wanted to sleep. However, when she looked up and saw the man sitting on the big bed staring at her unblinkingly, her originally chaotic head was instantly clear, and her eyes were filled with fear. Brother Jun, why is he still here?

She thought he was gone!

Xia Yimo grabbed the bath towel on her body, staggered back, stepped on the floor with a pair of pink feet, crystal clear, and was about to run back to the bathroom, but was grabbed by the man.

"Momo...", Xuanyuan Haojing stubbed out the cigarette butt, stood in front of Xia Yimo, looked at the woman's bare shoulders, sparks flashed in her eyes, he could see her fear and beauty in full view, I really want to Just like that, he rubbed her into his belly and loved her.

Xuanyuan Haojing slowly stretched out his arms to grab Xia Yimo's wet hair dripping from his shoulders, but before he got close, a woman screamed.

Xia Yimo looked at the man in front of him tearfully, with pleading and fear in her eyes, her little head shaking like a rattle, "Brother Jun, don't..."

Ruan Nong's whispering voice made Xuanyuan Haojing's heart melt. He curled his lips, his eyes were gentle and kind, and he seemed to have changed back to the former Xuan Zejun.

"Silly girl! You'll catch a cold if your hair is wet!" Xuanyuan Haojing said as he walked into the bathroom to find a dry towel, and carefully wiped Xia Yimo's wet hair with light and skillful movements, and the smile on the corners of his mouth was unmistakable. After wiping it, he asked the servant to bring a hair dryer to dry Xia Yimo himself.

"Brother Jun..." Xia Yimo raised her small face, murmured in confusion, tears fell silently, most likely weeping with joy, mixed with a touch of melancholy, her brother Jun is back!
And Xuanyuan Haojing's actions at this moment reminded her of the night in the hotel with Su Muliang, when she was still pregnant with Xiaozhe, he also treated her like a treasure, but now, where is he?

Thinking, thinking, tears flow more ferociously.

"Fool, don't cry, it's Brother Jun's fault!" Xuanyuan Haojing put down the hair dryer, wiped the tears on Xia Yimo's cheeks with his fingertips, sighed, knelt down and covered those tender feet, and simmered for a while Picking up the slippers for her to put on again, she lightly lifted her lips, "It's cold on the floor, my stomach will hurt, take a rest, and I'll take you to Su Muliang's cemetery tomorrow!"

After Xuanyuan Haojing finished speaking, he stood up as if nothing had happened, God knows how difficult it was for him to bear it, almost, almost wanted her by himself, but in the end he still couldn't bear it!
After Xia Yimo heard Xuanyuan Haojing's words, her little face became even paler. Although she had been clamoring to go to Su Muliang's cemetery before, it was because she still had hope in her heart. Now that Brother Jun said it himself, it proved that Su Muliang is really dead!

"En!", Xia Yimo lowered her eyes, obediently climbed onto the bed, picked up the thin quilt to cover her body, her delicate body curled up into a ball, but she couldn't stop trembling, she wanted to cry, but she didn't dare to let Xuanyuan Knowing that, Hao Jing could only bite her lips tightly to prevent herself from making a sound, but her trembling shoulders betrayed her, making the man not far away frown.

Momo, will you give up after seeing the tombstone?
The next day, Xuanyuan Haojing came early to take Xia Yimo to the cemetery in the outskirts of the city. The warm wind was blowing along the way, and the forest was lush. The car drove very fast, and the surrounding scenery was fleeting and flashed by.

Xia Yimo leaned her head against the window, dazed in a daze, what she was looking at was not the scenery nor was she meditating, she just couldn't figure it out, how did he die when the days with Su Muliang were like yesterday?

Is it true that all the people are like the scenery along the way, just slipping through her life shallowly like this, until now, she still can't accept Su Muliang's death, she always feels that he is still alive!

"Get out of the car!" At some point, the car stopped. Xuanyuan Haojing had already opened the car door, and wanted to reach out to help Xia Yimo down. Touched, she grabbed her clothes tightly and smiled weakly, "Brother Jun, I'm fine!" As she spoke, tears were already floating in her eyes.

Xuanyuan Haojing glanced at her with a complicated expression, put down his stiff hands, turned around and walked forward.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak either. The two walked quietly, one in front of the other, but kept a certain distance from each other.

Xia Yimo only cared about her heart, and didn't see the man in front of him gradually tightening his hand and his increasingly gloomy face, his Momo actually rejected his touch, how could he bear it?

how long have to wait?
She can accept herself, six years? 16 years?

It seems that Su Muliang can't stay!
All the suppressed emotions exploded at the moment when he saw the cold stone tablet. There was a photo of Su Muliang attached to the stone tablet. He was looking ahead with a smile. His eyes were like water, his face was handsome and elegant like a landscape painting, and the surrounding mountains were eclipsed. , still the most beautiful man she had ever seen, yet he disappeared from this world!
Xia Yimo couldn't help crying anymore and rushed forward, hugging the blue-gray stone tightly, tears pouring down like rain, Su Muliang, brother, how could you be so cruel and leave me and the child behind!
You have never fulfilled the responsibility of being a father to Xiaozhe, and the same is true to Yingrao. You are so cruel, how can I not hate you?

She can't die, but she can't live well, who will tell her how to go in the future?
Xuanyuan Haojing let Xia Yimo cry hoarsely and did not take any action, the more she cried, the colder his eyes became, even when he looked at the photo on the stele past the woman lying on the ground, the corners of his mouth curled up vaguely smile.

After returning from the cemetery, Xia Yimo seemed to have lost her soul again, Xuanyuan Haojing said that he did not imprison Erxi and Yingrao at all, the reason why he said that was to arouse her desire to survive.

After Xia Yimo heard this, she pursed her lips and didn't make too many expressions. She had already promised Brother Jun that if he lived well, he would not die. It was for the sake of the child. Next, she wanted to find Xiao Zhe He Yingrao, no longer entrust them to others.

After venting in the cemetery, her mood has settled, and she even feels that she is so selfish, and she is not a qualified mother at all!

Xuanyuan Haojing left, leaving Xia Yimo thinking alone in the bedroom. As soon as he walked out of the villa, he called his subordinates, to the effect that he went to the lunatic asylum to find Su Muliang, and killed him without anyone noticing!
The night was like water, but Xia Yimo couldn't sleep no matter what, she stood on the balcony and looked at the moon in the sky, it was round, big, like human eyes, very beautiful, except for the singing of summer insects, everything around her Fell into a deep sleep, very quiet.

(End of this chapter)