The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 248 The End of Blood 1
Lan Yuanmo lied, in fact, he already had Yao Yu before marrying Wen Wanrou.

Lan Sichen took out a notebook with black leather from his bosom, the skin around it had peeled off a lot and turned white, it was very old, it should be caused by many years of use.

"Back then, she did bribe the doctor and let the doctor do something in the operating room so that Yao Yu would die of dystocia; but do you know that she called the doctor one second before the operation, canceled the plan, and let her go? Yao Yu! It's just that she didn't ask for the money back from the doctor, that's all..."

The last two words fell softly, as if they didn't exist, but they passed into everyone's ears without saying a single word.

Wen Wanrou really wanted to kill Yao Yu, but she regretted it at the last moment, she didn't want to make an innocent child lose his mother!She really stopped, it was Lan Yuanmo who refused to stop...

Lan Yuanmo only found out that Wen Wanrou gave the doctor a sum of money to do something in the operating room, but he didn't check Wen Wanrou's last call to save her.

Lan Yuanmo has misunderstood her for so many years, and never gave her a chance to explain!

The two of them lived their whole lives with hatred for each other, and Wen Wanrou didn't know why Lan Yuanmo was so cruel to her before she died... Not only because he loved Yao Yu deeply, but also because he misunderstood Yao Yu's death It was a gentle and premeditated murder.

Lan Yuanmo was really paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, his limbs were stiff and weak, his eyes glazed over, and he muttered to himself: "Am I wrong? Is it really my fault after all these years? I misunderstood her... Yu'er His death really has nothing to do with her?"

"No! I don't believe it! Yu'er was killed by her! If it wasn't for her, how could Yu'er die in childbirth!" Lan Yuanmo couldn't help shaking his head, staring at Lan Sichen fiercely: "It's you! It's you, the evil bastard, who lied in order to clear her name!"

"This is the diary she wrote during her lifetime. You can tell if I'm lying or not. You can't fail to recognize your wife's handwriting." Lan Sichen threw the diary in front of him.

The diary lay quietly on the ground, the title page was blown open, and the beautiful and powerful handwriting came into view.He recognized that it was a gentle handwriting, and there was no fake.

——People are not trees and stones have feelings, it is better not to meet the beauty of the city.

It's better not to meet Allure.

It's better not to meet Allure.

It's better not to meet Allure.

The powerful fate not only taught them to meet each other, but also taught them to hate each other for a lifetime, until death...until death.

Lan Yuanmo picked up the diary with trembling fingers, and continued to read. The diary was written from the first day they met.

It turned out that from their first meeting, Wen Wanrou had fallen in love with him.

When he was young, Lan Yuanmo was extremely good-looking, handsome and unrestrained, with an interesting demeanor, which made the arrogant Wen Wanrou indulge in love in an instant.

An entire diary is filled with his name, and everything about him, no matter how big or small, is almost like pouring all the love for him in his heart into the pages.

From meeting to getting married, to their little by little, his look, his frown, how many women he has been close to, how he hurt her, how annoyed her, all written out.

Lan Yuanmo didn't dare to look at those words carefully, every sentence was full of affection, every word was pain; she didn't mean that she was as noble and elegant as she seemed, she was indifferent and indifferent, she would be annoyed and angry Will be angry, but it has never exploded in front of him, it is all written on this thin paper, carrying an unbearable weight.

The affectionate love before, and the hatred later, how she wanted Yao Yu to die, and how she gave up the original plan; she even prepared the divorce agreement, but unexpectedly, Yao Yu died in childbirth after all; She ended up throwing the unsigned divorce papers into the shredder.

She continued to wait infatuatedly in exchange for Lan Yuanmo's hatred and loathing. She happily waited for their child to come to this world, but he was planning how to abandon their child...

Why, why is he so cruel, so cruel that he doesn't want to kiss her lips, so cruel that he doesn't even want to have their children...

Hatred grows like weeds in the heart, love disappears with the cells in the body, but hate accumulates in the body like regenerated cells.

"Hehe...hehe..." Lan Yuanmo held the diary in his arms, and smiled stupidly, his old face was full of wrinkles, and the corners of his eyes were wet and hot, "I misunderstood her... I was wrong! I personally caused everything today... Wanrou didn't kill Yu'er...she didn't...hehe...I misunderstood her..."

The desolate voice is full of sorrow and regret, but so what?
Wen Wanrou loved and hated her all her life, how many times she wanted to die but couldn't, because once she really died, Lan Sichen would definitely not be able to live either.Lan Yuanmo will not let Lan Sichen off, and will not let Lan Sichen, who should not have Lan Aotian's blood, live in this world.

She used the most extreme method to take revenge on Lan Yuanmo, but she also took revenge on herself, and even hurt her children!
But these never made her truly happy.

When Si Lan brought down Lan Yuanmo and brought down the Lan family, she could finally stop worrying that Lan Yuanmo would have a chance to kill Si Chen!She left here for half a year, making the final contribution to her career in psychology; when she came back half a year later, she saw Lan Sichen growing up, seeing that Si Lan no longer hated Lan Sichen after all...

And she can finally find her own relief, no longer attached to any people or things.

She has not been able to understand the love and hate, right and wrong in this life; the diary left behind explains the grief of her life, but she has not been able to get a single ounce of love from Lan Yuanmo.

"Wanrou... Wanrou... I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for you..." Lan Yuanmo was holding the diary and suddenly burst into tears, snot and tears mixed together and fell down, extremely embarrassed.

He has been misunderstanding her and taking revenge on her all the time, thinking that this is revenge for Yu'er, but unexpectedly all this is just a misunderstanding!It was I who condemned her, but never gave her a chance to explain!

He was the one who pushed her into a desperate situation with his own hands, and in the end he was the one who forced her to death...

I forced to death the woman who loved him the most in this world!
Lan Yunsheng stood there blankly, looking at the man in front of him who was crying for Wen Wanrou, unable to recover!In my impression, I have never seen Lan Yuanmo's weak side, let alone tears.

He had hated Wen Wanrou for so long, but unexpectedly it was his own misunderstanding, and in the end he could only hold the relics of the dead to repent.

A lifetime of love and hatred, entanglement, seems to be destined; they all have knots in their hearts that they can't let go of, but neither of them let go of the pride in their bones to give each other a chance!
Whether it is gentle and soft, or Lan Yuanmo, they are just pawns in this powerful destiny, staged scenes of affectionate and unrepentant but funny love stories.

Si Lan couldn't help holding Xu Ningmo's hand. Only by placing his hand in Xu Ningmo's warm palm could he feel that he was not pale and weak, and could still get a little warmth.

Xu Ningmo seemed to know what was going on in her heart. The small hand was wrapped in a warm palm, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, giving her infinite warmth and strength.

Si Lan looked at Lan Yuanmo who was sobbing, and said in a calm voice, "Actually...you love Wen Wanrou in your heart, but you dare not admit it."

Lan Yuanmo hugged the old diary, broke down in tears, completely immersed in his own world, as if he had never heard Si Lan's words.After living this life and hating this life, I finally realized that all of this was my mistake, and I walked into a dead end in a moment of confusion.

Lan Yunsheng and Lan Sichen's eyes were broken and deep, and it seemed that there was a big rock on their backs, and they couldn't shake it off no matter what.

No one wants such a tragedy to happen, but people will always be confused, lose themselves in the vortex, and when they regain their senses, things are different, and there is no way back... There is no way...

"Time is a terrible thing. Two people who are obviously not in love are bound together by marriage, and as time goes by, they embed each other in their souls without knowing it. If you really don't love Wen Wanrou, why don't you dare to kiss her lips; If you really don't love her, how can you let her give birth to Lan Yunsheng? You are just so in pain of losing Yao Yu that you dare not admit that you are in love with this woman who loves you wholeheartedly, because you are afraid that you will feel sorry for giving birth to you. The woman who died for her son."

Si Lan looked at this man who was over half a century old with pitiful eyes, and there were gray silver threads in his black hair; he was crying with snot and tears, like a lost child who couldn't find his way home.

In his life, he had never been sober at this moment.

"A man like you really deserves to die! How many people have you killed while you were alive! Wen Wanrou, Tang Ling, you killed them all...Damn you..."

Tang Yu gritted his teeth in hatred, his eyes were burning with fire; the cold barrel pointed at the heartbroken Lan Yuanmo and pulled the trigger...

"don't want……"

Lan Yunsheng was startled, his face was panicked, his mind was blank, and he watched him shoot at Lan Yuanmo, and subconsciously pulled the trigger with his stiff fingers...

"Pervert!" Helianze's face turned pale in an instant, and it was too late to stop him.

"bang"

"bang"

Two consecutive gunshots pierced the silence deep in the jungle again. The leaves swayed with the wind and made a rustling sound; frightened birds flapped their wings and flew out of the jungle, flying farther and farther away, as if they had taken away something .

(End of this chapter)