The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 447 Those years are suddenly like a dream

"It's okay, they already know that Xu Ningmo is not the old Xu Ningmo, and he can't pose a threat to them, so naturally he won't hurt me! Besides, there are Xia Mingyi and He Keqin."

"I don't believe them!" Si Lan blurted out reflexively.

Keqin loves Ning Mo so much, she can't even save Ning Mo; how can she guarantee Si Chen's safety!

Lan Sichen understood her mood at the moment, and gently patted her on the back to comfort her, "Asi, I promise, I will never leave you forever like them! I will not walk in front of you, Leave you alone to face endless loneliness and loneliness!"

"Sichen..." Si Lan looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"I've already taken care of those things, they won't trouble us, we can live like ordinary people! I won't lie to you, Asi." Lan Sichen gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers , wet to the touch, slightly cool.

Si Lan bit her lip subconsciously, looked at him with uneasy eyes, and said with guilt for a long time, "I'm sorry for Ning Mo!"

"Ace, I have been living with him in the last days. I watched him become weaker and weaker day by day, but he never showed a weak side. He said that everyone has his own life, life and death are impermanent, and it is his turn He won't be afraid or hide when he is in trouble, because he can't hide! It's better to face death and parting frankly."

Si Lan looked at him intently, "What else did he say?"

"He also said that as long as you are happy, whether in heaven or hell, he is happy in his heart."

Si Lan lowered his head slowly, Ning Mo has done too much for himself, but what about himself?Whether I have fallen in love with him for a day, I am not sure.

At that time, she needed a companion and redemption so much, and it happened that Ning Mo was always by her side. Subconsciously, she wanted to firmly hold on to this companionship, but ignored that her behavior was selfish, and selfishly tied Ning Mo to her side ...

Lan Sichen sighed deeply, straightened her loose hair with both hands, and said seriously: "Asi, there are some people and things that we cannot control or change. For the dead, the best gift is to forget Not obsessively."

For the dead, the best gift is forgetting, not remembering.

Slanmo read it several times, half understanding the meaning of the words.

Wiping away the tears on his face, he looked up at his handsome face, as if Xu Ningmo was in front of him, looking at him with such gentle and warm eyes.

Ning Mo, thank you for never leaving me.

"Si Chen, let's register and get married." Si Lan said softly.

"Aren't you afraid of marriage?"

Si Lan shook his head, with a faint smile flowing on his lips, "I'm not afraid anymore, not at all. Let's register for marriage now!"

Lan Sichen smiled lightly, stood up, pulled her up, and heard Si Lan ask: "Sichen, will I meet you again in the next life?"

"No!" Lan Sichen replied in a faint voice, lowered his head and kissed her red lips in Si Lan's confused eyes——

"Because... I will be by your side in the next life."

"Why are you still here?" The HR manager walked out of the office, saw her frowning, and when her eyes fell on Lian Lian in her arms, he quickly reached out to take Lian Lian, "Miss, why did you come here? "

Lianlian looked back at the woman and smiled sweetly: "Auntie, your body is fragrant."

The manager took a look at the woman, and then said calmly, "I just want to introduce you, this is Miss Si Lian, the daughter of our president. Since you have applied for the position of secretary, you will inevitably have to take care of the private life of the lady and the president. Understand?"

"I...understand!" The woman took another look at the child in the manager's arms and nodded.

"Okay, go back quickly. Report at nine o'clock on Monday morning."

"Yes! Goodbye, manager."

When she turned to leave, Lianlian's pink mouth pouted at Lao Gao, "Auntie, Xiangxiang, I want to hug Lianlian..."

"Miss... next time. You will see her often in the future, and I will take you to the president now." The manager coaxed Lianlian.

Lianlian thought for a while, then said sullenly, "Okay."

The woman walked out of the personnel department, and couldn't help but go back to take another look. The child who was carved in powder and jade really looked like a little angel.

On weekends, Lan Ruixiu didn't have to go to the company and rested at home.Lianlian had a great time playing with a Mosa on the grass in the backyard.

Lan Ruixiu pressed the TV remote control boredly, it was full of boring advertisements and frothy dramas.Bored, he frowned, and asked impatiently, "Didn't today's newspaper arrive?"

"Sorry, sir." Mrs. Li made a cup of coffee and brought it over, "I don't know what happened today. I went to the mailbox to get the newspaper early in the morning, but there was no one; I called and asked, and they said it was delivered early; I took it away. I’ll go buy you another one later.”

"Don't bother. Take care of Miss, don't let her get hurt." Lan Ruixiu said in a neutral tone.

He spent most of this year like this, no leisure and entertainment, and no more beautiful women; his life seemed to wither all of a sudden, and any woman seemed to have the same face, not to mention that he is now a cripple, How can you allow your pride to be trampled on.

Aunt Li went to watch Lianlian in the backyard, and Lan Ruixiu continued to press the TV remote control boringly.

Suddenly, he glanced at the picture on the TV from the corner of his eye, his fingers stiffened, and his eyes were fixed on the picture in front of him, but he felt familiar.

There are huge crowds of people on the street, majestic and solemn troops, all tied with white silks and satins fluttering in the wind, the moaning of horns and suonas reverberates dully; everyone's face is dignified and sighing...

Lan Ruixiu frowned. In this scene, when the camera zoomed out to a church, his spine froze and his whole body froze, as if he had been shot...

Lian Chengzhan stood at the door of the church, dressed in black, holding a photo frame with both hands, a black and white photo of Su Weixi, quiet and distant.

My heart felt like I had been punched, it was tearing, it was very painful.

He didn't understand a word of the voice lingering in his ears. He looked at the photo with stern eyes, and his black pupils smiled quietly, smiling to himself.

--impossible.

--This is impossible.

With a "snap", the remote control fell to the ground. The sound of shattering in the silent space was like throwing a stone into the boundless sea. Except for that sound, there was nothing left, empty and helpless.

In the next second, Lan Ruixiu grabbed the phone beside him like a madman. He was always calm and calm, his fingers were trembling, and his face was not exaggerated by the description of "face as gray", without any blood.

Not long after the call was connected, his voice was trembling when he spoke, "Isn't she infertile? Why did she have a dystocia...why did she..."

"I don't know." Mo Pei's cold tone remained unchanged, "I can't get through to the phone over there either. As far as I know, Su Weixi is really dead, and Lian Chengzhan has a newborn son .”

- Bang!

The last hope fell to the ground along with the phone, and it fell to pieces!
Lan Ruixiu couldn't believe it was true, how could she die?

How could a simple and stupid woman like Su Weixi die.

Isn't it said that good people live long?

If I had known that it was the result of today, it would have been worse...

Rather than...

When Aunt Li came back with Lianlian in her arms, Lan Ruixiu slowly pushed open the door of that room, and even Lianlian called him several times, but he didn't react.

"Father..." When Lian Lian was struggling to go over, Aunt Li hugged her tightly, and when she noticed Lan Ruixiu's expression was not right, she coaxed her and said, "Mr. has something to do, miss, please don't disturb him."

Lan Ruixiu re-examined this room. He had never looked at her carefully, nor cared about the place where she lived; since she married Lian Chengzhan, he had never entered this room again, but her Those clothes and daily necessities were still there quietly, as if they had never left.

He thought about throwing away everything about her, but subconsciously he didn't want to.

I felt that I owed a lot, so I just let it go as a kind of repayment, but unexpectedly——

So soon, they are separated from yin and yang, and heaven and man are separated forever.

We have been meeting and missing all our lives, but there are always some waiting that can't be too long, because it has withered in the bottom of our heart before it is realized.

I can't wait for Si Lan, Su Weixi can't wait for me...

And we are waiting in this way, our hearts are slowly aging and withering...

Lan Ruixiu locked himself in the room for a day and a night, and no one was allowed to come in and disturb him, not even Lian Lian.

In the afternoon of the next day, Mrs. Li went in secretly and found Lan Ruixiu lying on the bed, unconscious with a high fever. She was so frightened that she hurriedly called the doctor.

Lan Ruixiu's illness, he was ill for several days, he was in a daze, his high fever subsided and he had a fever again, the doctor couldn't leave for half a step, and stayed by his side all the time.

He was so muddled that he didn't know anything, he was always dreaming.For a while, I dreamed of Si Lan's wedding night a few years ago, seeing the bloody Si Lan lying on the hospital bed through the crack of the door;

He also dreamed that Si Lan asked him whether he wanted to stay and take everything here or give up everything and go with her...

If time went back and I chose to leave here with Si Lan without hesitation, would the ending be different now?
What is love?
Love is just a hypothesis, a realization in a virtual sense.

If you turn back time and start over again, if you go back to that cold night and choose again...

Choose to believe Su Weixi's words, choose to listen to her call, love, will it come, and will never leave again.

His love is doomed to wither before it's too late.

Some happiness, he can never have.

That kind of happiness that cannot be obtained is called love.

...

Lan Ruixiu's high fever finally subsided completely, but he was still in a state of drowsiness and drowsiness; dimly, he felt that someone kept feeding him water, wiping himself sweat, and wiping his body...

The breath was very familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was, but I couldn't open my eyes and fell asleep all the time.

Or maybe, after so many years, he was already tired.

(End of this chapter)