CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

"I don't want to live, I just want Mo Mo to live, I want him to live well, healthy, safe and happy to grow up, I don't want him to die, I don't want him to die!"

Shen Qingqing cried and roared at the top of her voice. The tendons on her forehead burst up. She almost used up all her strength to roar. It seemed that in this way, Mo Mo could come back alive.

"Mo Mo is dead! He's dead! Accept it or not, he's dead now! " Leng Shaoheng sees Shen Qingqing immersed in her own emotions, trying to stimulate her and pull her out of her emotions.

"You lied! That's bullshit Shen Qingqing shook her head hard.

"Mo Mo is really dead. I beg you, Shen Qingqing, would you wake up a little bit?" Leng Shaoheng felt that his mood was on the verge of collapse.

He's almost out of control.

He is about to be tortured by Shen Qingqing and is going to go crazy.

He really didn't know what to do and how to comfort Shen Qingqing.

She didn't believe what he said or did. She didn't listen. What should he do? What can he do?

"Pa!" Shen Qingqing slapped Leng Shaoheng in the face.

It's very loud.

Aunt Xiaolin and Leng Shaoyun were shocked to see this scene. They couldn't believe it. They gaped.

Shen Qingqing even slapped Leng Shaoheng?

Leng Shaoheng got a slap, bit his teeth, and his eyes were gloomy.

Shen Qingqing's reason seems to be pulled back a little bit by this slap, the whole person is stunned in the same place, looking at his palm, shaking.

"If I can make you feel better, you can keep fighting." Leng Shaoheng grabs Shen Qingqing's hand and continues to fan his face.

A face hit several times, Shen Qingqing finally come back to God, quickly struggling to pull away his hand.

"What are you doing, Shaoheng?" Shen Qingqing came back to see the red palmprint on Leng Shaoheng's face. She felt even more sad.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me." Shen Qingqing looked at her hand, and the whole hand was shaking slightly.

Just now, she didn't seem to be her. Her brain turned white.

"It doesn't matter. If you feel better, hit me." Leng Shaoheng grabs Shen Qingqing's hand again.

"No, I don't want to." Shen Qingqing shook her head desperately and cried.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I just..." Shen Qingqing choked, sobbing, "I'm just too sad, I can't accept, ink is so small."

"Mo Mo is dead. Believe it or not, it has become a fact." Leng Shaoheng holds Shen Qingqing in his arms and gently pats her behind to pacify her.

"In the whole city of H, we have been digging three feet of earth for several times. We have dug the ruins of Zhanfeng several times. We have salvaged the Yellow Sea for a month, but we have found nothing."

Leng Shaoheng said word by word, "although Mo Mo is dead, we have to live well."

Thinking of what Shen Qingqing had just said, Leng Shao's perseverance suddenly hung high again.

"You can't say that you've lived enough and you don't want to live anymore. I don't want you to think that or say that." Leng Shaoheng's expression is serious, full of worry, eyes are also red.

He was afraid that she would think so, say so, and finally do the same.

"If you die, what shall I do? What about Qiqi? "