Daddy, Mommy is escaping marriage again!

Her whole body trembled, as if the whole body of grievances, there is no place to vent, just at this node, all vent out.

It was the worst time for her to cry in the past three years. It was worse than when she left him at that time. He didn't cry when she left, but now it's like breaking a dike.

Tears fell on the chopping board in front of us, and the sound of the tap splashed out.

Three years and a month, she clearly remember the time, a long time ago said that she would never think of this person, but still remember so deeply, sometimes, she felt that she was really cheap.

Clearly hurt so thoroughly, but I don't know what's going on in my heart, that is, the person will ring.

Is the man who exists still in her heart?

She didn't know and didn't dare to imagine that every time in the middle of the night, she would be cranky, and in order to avoid her own cranky, she would run to wash clothes.

Wash it all night.

But I've never cried as much as I do today.

I still remember the time I left three years ago. It was winter. The snow was as white as snow. She would never forget the scene of that day.

Memory is like a blade, thin cut her heart, as if to dig out her heart, a thousand cuts in general.

The water is murmuring. Hearing the footsteps at the door approaching slowly, Cheng Xiaoxiao quickly wipes her tears.

If Cheng xueruo stands at the door, the figure is hesitating. She seems to have some difficulty. She hesitates. Seeing Cheng Xiaotong's red eyes, she asks.

"Mommy, what's the matter with you?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao shakes his head. He doesn't know when the little girl is so sensitive, or that she heard her cry just now.

Cheng juiruo hangs her head slightly and raises her head again. She seems to think of something. Looking at her face now, her dark eyes are worried. She steps forward and holds Cheng's little cold hand. The palm of her hand is cold because of washing vegetables. She remembers that mommy's hand is always cold.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Cheng Ruo opened his mouth and said, "are you angry? Mommy, I didn't mean to. That day I, I was just naughty... I... I know I was wrong. "

She told the whole story of that day.

I thought I could hide my mother, but now it seems that my mother must know what happened that day, so she will cry.

"I'm not angry." Cheng Xiaoxiao is not really angry because of this, but some things, the child does not understand anything, she told her, will not necessarily understand.

What's more, those things are a long time ago. Besides, she is her only baby.

How could you be angry with her.

Cheng xueruo lowered his head and didn't believe, "Mommy, why are you crying?"

Seeing her head drooping, Cheng Xiaoxiao holds her in her arms. The corner of her mouth bends. The existence of Cheng Xiaoruo makes her life full of joy. Maybe she resents that man. After a long time, she can't tell her own heart clearly. But when she sees Cheng Xiaoruo, she feels very happy. Her heart, which used to feel sad, is also relieved.

"Just now my face was splashed with oil. Look, it's all red here."

She hasn't raised her head, didn't notice Cheng Xiaoxiao pinched her face with her fingers. When Cheng Xiaoruo raised her head, she really looked at Cheng Xiaoxiao's red face.

It's like being splashed with hot oil.

Why does she know so clearly that the hot oil is very hot and splashes on her body will scald and redden her skin.

It was a long time ago. At that time, mommy could not cook. Once Uncle Zhang was away from home on a business trip. She was living in poverty. Mommy went out that day and bought fruit. As a result, she met a thief on the way. The thief stole their living expenses, but she could not stop eating.

Fortunately, there was flour at home at that time.

Mommy said that she would make oil for her, but she never ate it, but Uncle Zhang said that which is the specialty of Mommy's hometown.

She was full of expectation, but finally, mommy was scalded by hot oil, very red, very red, not long after, several bags were connected on her hand.

Red blisters.

Super big.

In fact, the memory was not very deep, but because of the terrible crying, she comforted her for a long time, and finally turned into two of them crying together

The appearance before the blister was similar to the mark on her face now. She put her hand over her face and said, "Mommy, let's quickly apply some medicine, or we'll blister again."

Small hand soft, Cheng small hand holding her, want to smile, in fact, it is their own pinch, where will bubble... Can look at her, heart softened, "OK, then you give me wipe!"

"Well."

………

The slender eyelashes quiver, all of which seem to be a sign of waking up.

Su Xia slowly opened her eyes, and the first one to enter was the chandelier with dim light. For a moment, her head was blank, but she soon recalled what happened before.

She reached out and touched her neck, which was wrapped tightly by gauze, and the memories came back, like dense mesh, which swallowed her breath tightly. She remembered the gunshots.

What about the bodyguards?

She turned to her own environment. The furnishings here seemed different from the hospital in her mind. So... Where is this?

With a huge question, she suddenly heard the voice from all around, she slightly side head, has been standing beside her infusion frame, infusion tube is hanging in series on that shelf, it seems that a long time ago, someone helped her pull out.

Vaguely, a person appeared in front of her. If you look closely, she doesn't know.

"How are you, Susha?"

Gauze shaking, half closed half open, the light fell on the man's body, she obviously heart tremble, who is this person?

Is it the man who shot?

But she clearly remembered it was a woman?

Is it the big boss behind the scenes?

Her eyes stopped, from the black pupil air, clearly saw her reflection.

It seems that he knows her and is familiar with her.

"Susha, did you hurt your throat?"

As like as two peas, she looked at him with adorable eyes. He looked at Gu Chengyi as if he were soft, and wanted to pinch his face.

But as soon as he was ready to reach out, he watched the man sitting on the leather sofa stand up.

The night is too dark to see fingers, but although the light inside is dim yellow, it is still much brighter than the outside, which makes the face a thin layer of orange, modifying everything imperfect.

"Awake?"

Susha was in consternation, and suddenly the fragrance of the people she knew came from the air.

It's Nanming love's favorite perfume.

It's also something she likes.