The wealthy ex-wife of the president

Chapter 602 Who Is Not Cowardly 1
Where Xi Mo held her waist, goosebumps began to spread from the waist like an infectious skin disease, spreading to the whole body.Then, Mingzhu's whole body trembled unconsciously, and her teeth responded accordingly, like a nightmare of teeth grinding in sleep, and the equity book in her hand was shaking irregularly like an old man with Parkinson's syndrome, and gradually fell on the ground. on the ground.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Mingzhu, I'm Momo, I won't hurt you." Xi Mo noticed Mingzhu's strangeness, and he let go of Mingzhu's waist.Mingzhu's face was deathly pale and frightened in the glazed lamp.

He had never seen a bright pearl in such a state, and his heart ached.

The experience five years ago has turned her into an abnormal woman, and she can no longer behave like a normal woman and have a normal reaction.

"A long time ago, I knew that I was different from others. I couldn't tell what was different, but I knew that a certain part of me was abnormal, as if it had been necrotic. I can't think of you like a normal woman. What I want, I can't have children, even if I get married, I can't hide the abnormal part of me."

"Stop talking, Mingzhu!" Xi Mo begged in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have made such a request! I thought I could cure you and make you forget that painful memory !"

Forget, two words are too beautiful.

That kind of pain was engraved in her bones, and in her soul, the part of her that belonged to women had been completely necrotic.

In addition to fear, the rest is fear, and there is no desire.

"Mingzhu, I want you because—" Xi Mo cupped her cheeks, and stared at her helplessly with affectionate eyes, "Women are not the only ones who want to give their first love to the man they love the most. Same. I just want to give my first time to the woman I love the most."

Mingzhu was startled, she didn't react for a long time, tears rolled down again, her voice was hoarse and apologetic, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Momo."

"Hush!" Xi Mo gently kissed her salty tears dry, "Don't say sorry to me, let's keep our beauty for each other. I love you for so many years. No matter what I do for you, It's as sweet as it is. Whether it's my soul or my body, it belongs only to you, and it belongs to you alone."

Whether I leave you or stay by your side, it is impossible for me to fall in love with other women, nor will I touch other women.

It's like you can't act like a normal woman.In front of other women, my love and sex are all—impotent.

Mingzhu cried even more when she heard his words, almost unable to breathe, her eyelashes wet with tears trembled violently, her heart felt like being stabbed by a knife, every cut was bloody, and she became numb after the extreme pain.

"Hey, don't cry." Xi Mo gently wiped away her tears, rubbing her hair with his fingers, "I'll stay with you for the last night, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Saying that, he picked up Mingzhu and put it on his own bed, and lay beside her, covered with the quilt.

Xi Mo gently held her in his arms, and gently wiped away the crystal clear teardrops on her pale face with his cool fingertips, and sprayed her light breath on her neck, face, entangled It's all love, it's all infatuation, it's all love.

Mingzhu leaned against his arm, and her fingers grabbed his clothes tightly, like a drowning man grasping the only straw to save his life, unable to let go.

The room fell into tranquility and sadness, even the light reflected by the glazed lamp seemed to be desolate, as if regretting this relationship, but could not withstand the turmoil and obstacles of fleeting years.

Faint breathing sounds intertwined, Mingzhu slowly closed her eyes, and the uncontrollable tears fell slowly. As time went by, she stopped unconsciously, and her sobbing mood seemed to calm down; It's like falling asleep.

Xi Mo stared at her face affectionately, his eyes filled with grief, his fingers rubbed her smooth skin reluctantly, feeling helpless and suffering in his heart.

Lan Sichen is right, to love someone is to see her happy and well, not to possess her forcefully, not to force her blindly.

If keeping her around would make her unhappy, why not make her happy in someone else's arms.

Even if it is tantamount to self-harm to him, but if it is for her good, he is willing.

Fingers wrapped around her hair and gradually pulled away, this warmth and intimacy did not belong to me at all; water mist flowed in the eagle's eyes, and her face was cold, except for the hot liquid under the corners of the eyes, and the thin lips moved very slowly. The way is attached to her lips, so light that it doesn't seem to exist.

Hot liquid stuck to her cheeks, and it looked like she was crying under the flickering lights.

The short pause of a few seconds is like hundreds of millions of light-years apart. I really want to freeze the time in this second, this picture, how beautiful it should be.

"You are fine without me, and you will be better without my love."

There was extreme despair in the hoarse voice, and she moved slowly, carefully moving her head on the soft and fluffy pillow, got up and tiptoed out of bed, and pressed the quilt for her.

Restraining the tears in his eyes, biting his lip, his fingers wanted to touch her cheek again.Her arms were raised in the air, shadows fell on her cheeks, but her trembling fingertips never had the courage to touch her skin and warmth again.

Turning around, the back is lonely and cold, and decisively, the steps leave the room without any sound.

A door completely separates the two of them.

He could no longer turn around and push open the door, and she didn't have the courage to open that door and embrace that lonely figure.

Mingzhu sat up slowly, touched her cheek with her fingers, her fingertips felt slightly cool and wet, her heart constricted suddenly, as if she was so sad that she was about to die in a second.In the quiet and cold night, I vaguely heard the sound of a car starting. I lifted the quilt and didn’t even wear shoes. I stumbled downstairs in the dark and walked to the door. The cold wind on my face was as sharp as a knife. , One wound after another, dripping with blood.

The sound of the car is getting farther and farther away, and the only faint light in the dark night seems to be gradually leaving. I have never felt that winter is so cold, so cold that it is desperate.

Sadness overwhelmed her, like a sea of ​​cold and bone-chilling waters that drowned her until she was desperate.The oxygen in the body seemed to be evacuated in an instant, and he was so weak that he had no strength at all, and his feet were unsteady and he fell to the ground.

Silent tears fell down, hot and cold, and the tears on the eyelashes shone with broken light in the dark night, making people dizzy.

At some point in the boundless night, thin petals floated up and fell on the cheeks, melting quickly, and the cold touch permeated the skin and spread to the bottom of my heart.

How painful and difficult it is to want to let go of the longing for so many years.

Under the dim light, the snow-white petals are like elves dancing in the dark night, mischievous and beautiful, and the poignancy is unacceptable.

I don't know when there was a dark figure beside her, and thick clothes were draped on her frail and thin body.Ling Xi was only wearing thin pajamas, with his hands in his pockets, and his voice was so calm that he couldn't hear his emotions, "Get up, he's gone. No matter how much you spoil yourself, he won't be able to feel sorry for you."

Mingzhu was slightly dazed, her empty pupils were like a pool of stagnant water without any emotional turmoil, and the pink down jacket couldn't bring her any warmth on her body.The frozen purple lips collided lightly, and the voice was stagnant, "We are sorry for you, we will pay you back. I have already separated from him, so don't bother him again in the future."

Stiff fingers mechanically pushed the clothes on his body, the pink down jacket fell to the ground, he stood up unsteadily, finally stood firm, turned around, and walked inside step by step.

Ling Xi's slender body stood in the heavy snow, her hands were tightly clenched in her pockets, her beautiful and delicate facial features showed no emotion at all, and there was no joy in her long and narrow peach blossom eyes, but more Empty and lonely.

Snowflakes fell between his eyebrows, his gray eyebrows were as picturesque, and the arc of his pale lips was bitter and cold.

In her heart, she is obviously very important and cares about herself, but in the end she is still not as good as Lan Ximo, whom she has been thinking about in her heart for so many years.

Just because I was five years late?
If I was born five years earlier, if I met you one second earlier than Lan Ximo, Xiao Mingzhu, would the person you hide the deepest in your heart still be Lan Ximo?
The car not far away was speeding along the highway, the farther the car drove, the tears in his eyes became more intense, and the distance between him and her became farther and farther.

Letting go is really a difficult hand.

How did Lan Sichen and Xu Ningmo do it back then?How deep must love be to let go of the tightly clenched fingers and let her be happy.Is their love too great, or their own love is too selfish?
Some people have said that the night gave us black eyes, and we must use them to step on the light.

At this moment, Xi Mo felt that this sentence should be changed.

—The night darkens our eyes, so we use it to trample on the light.

Is that what darkens our eyes, night?

The red light at the crossroad ahead was on, and the speed of the car did not decrease at all. The car coming from the right didn't pay attention, panicked, and the continued rotation of the steering wheel could not change the fateful collision.

There was an earth-shattering resounding sound, fragmented voices in my ears, and all the beautiful images between the flashes and flints became fragments that cut my cheeks, and the blood flowed out rapidly, filled with death and a decisive farewell.

Children who can grow up healthily are lucky, but what about those children who have been abandoned by fate and can only look down on the emptiness in their hearts?
God said that every child is an angel who came to the world. If the angels are all demons who fall into hell, who will redeem them?

If life is just like seeing you for the first time, will you still love me?
If life is just like the first meeting, I will still fall in love with you.

The colorful, luxurious night, the upright depravity.The men and women on the stage used the wildest movements and postures to vent their desire and loneliness in their bodies, and the air mixed with various breaths was incomparably depressed.

With difficulty, Xi Ting pulled out a stunner in the crowd, forcibly dragged him outside the bar, grabbed the bottle in his hand and threw it on the ground.

The bottle shattered, the liquid splashed everywhere, and the night was filled with despair and desolation.

(End of this chapter)