The president's ex-husband is not easy to mess with

Chapter 878 I will not leave you alone (4)
He didn't know whether to ask himself or her, if she hadn't tried to distract Su Qing just now, he was still doing long-term saliva stand with Su Qing, trying to find a breakthrough.

It was the first time to feel the warmth of his body. This man was her son, but they had never been so close before. At that time, she was thinking, if it would be great if he was strangled to death after birth, her life would not have to be so entangled At this moment, she really wanted to say, in fact, having a son is very good.

Up to this point, there was only one thing she didn't regret, and that was leaving him behind.

"Promise me... after I die, don't bury me with Mu Yichuan." She exhaled weakly, her face became paler, her eyes were tightly locked on his handsome and tangled face, and she couldn't bear to take it away.

He still looks like her in some ways, such as his eyes, which are similar to hers, but the eyes are too cold to make people dare to look directly at them. It was her who turned him into this, it was all her.

Mu Changxuan's cold face was ashen, and the hand holding her began to shake uncontrollably. Hearing her words, he almost growled, "You still think about that man, let me tell you, after you die , I will definitely let you isolate a tomb by yourself, and let you taste the taste of loneliness."

But after she heard this, she smiled, a smile she had never seen before, and it was a kind of relief, "She...she was not injured, just temporarily unconscious, you can rest assured."

She was telling him about Bai Xiaoyou's situation. She and Bai Xiaoyou were locked in the same room last night. At that time, Su Qing frantically found five men to insult them. She blocked everything for Bai Xiaoyou.

Even if she didn't die just now, she didn't plan to live anymore. The disc fell into Mu Changxuan's hands, and she didn't have the courage to live.

Mu Changxuan remained silent, staring at her increasingly pale face, feeling the warmth from the palm on the back of her head, his eyes shifted slightly, and the bright red on the ground stung his eyes.

When she fell, she pushed Su Qing hard, trying to shift the gun in her hand so that Mu Changxuan could have a chance to shoot, but at that moment, the back of her head hit the rusty iron On the guardrail, he fell backwards and fell, and he must have died.

"Changxuan... don't come to me again in the next life, being my son... It's too painful, I'm sorry." She said, her eyelids began to struggle feebly, and her voice became more and more confused.

"Back then... At that time, I was confused. It was me. When you were five years old, I threw you in the snow. In fact, I... didn't sleep all night... Maybe you don't believe it, I entrusted your uncle to adopt you You, I have always been entangled in my heart, always thinking that you are Mu Yichuan's seed, how to torture you...in the end, the one who tortured was...myself."

Su Rong inhaled greedily, his embrace was very warm, and her heart was beating fast, probably too anxious about Bai Xiaoyou's matter.

She wanted to tell Mu Changxuan the truth. Only by telling him would he not hate her so much. Maybe after she died, he would think of her occasionally!

My heart hurts.

Mu Changxuan only felt numb all over, and couldn't accept this fact even more. His pupils shrank, and he roared, "Why did you suddenly treat me like this? Don't you always hate me? Why?"

He couldn't accept that his mother, who had always hated him, lost her life because of him. He couldn't judge whether it was love or hate.

"Hate is true, but it's also true that you—my son." After she finished speaking, she reached out to cover his unparalleled handsome face, but after all, she was no match for Death's footsteps, and her hand, which was frozen in mid-air, slowly dropped , that pair of eyes that once captivated the hearts of millions of men can no longer confuse anyone.

(End of this chapter)