Domineering president's special love

"Nonsense!"

When Chu Mo burst into drinking, Shi Qinghuan could feel his mood, but there was nothing he could do.

In fact, she is no better than him.

"Chu Mo......"

Shi Qinghuan took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "just think that our time... Doesn't exist. We go back to our own lives, okay?"

"How is this possible?"

Chu Mo frowned and shook his head in pain.

"What do you want me to do as if it didn't happen? Qinghuan, the past... We all let it pass, can't we? "

"No..."

When Qinghuan shook his head, his heart tingled.

"I can't do it. As you said, what happened can't be regarded as my past... I can't just let it pass, Chu Mo, do you understand? We should all have our own lives. "

“！”

Chu Mo was stunned. In the past... It can't be regarded as having never happened!

Shi Qinghuan used his words to block him!

She's determined.

"You..."

Chu Mo frowned and his chest was extremely sour.

"Your husband... Are you all right? Does he love you? "

“……”

Hearing such words, Shi Qinghuan was distressed.

She only nodded, "well, he... Very well, he loves me very much."

Shi Qinghuan took a deep breath, "he must be waiting for me... I want to find him."

"Ah --"

Chu Mo burst out and raised his fist!

Shi Qinghuan suddenly closed his eyes and was ready to bear

She knew Chu Mo was suffering. If she could make him feel better, she wouldn't matter.

Shi Qinghuan clenched her hand tightly, her sister, her husband... She couldn't do anything!

However, the fist raised by Chu Mo did not fall.

No, No.

Shi Qinghuan opened his eyes in doubt and looked at Chu Mo, "Chu Mo?"

"Oh..."

Chu ink hooked his lips and smiled coldly.

"Do you think I'll hit you? Yes, you are so hateful! So cruel! It's time to fight! But how can I hit you? You are a woman I don't love enough. I... can't beat you. "

When Qinghuan's eyes were sour, tears rustled down.

Chu Mo, Chu mo

"OK, you don't want me!"

Chu Mo smiled, and there was no temperature in his smile.

"What else can I do?"

He knows Shi Qinghuan's temperament until today. He can't force her to do things she doesn't want! He could not have locked her up like he did in Haicheng.

Time has changed and things have changed.

At this time, I was at a loss.

Chu Mo dropped his arm and suddenly turned around.

Shi Qinghuan's heart jumped and murmured, "Chu Mo?"

Chu Mo didn't look back, "Qinghuan, you abandoned me... Don't call me, I'll look back! If you want me to look back, just keep shouting... "

“……”

When Qinghuan was surprised, the pink lips were slightly open.

But she couldn't make any sound anymore. She dare not, she can't

For a long time, Chu Mo didn't wait for her call.

"Ha ha."

Chu Mo chuckled and scoffed.

"Shi Qinghuan, you are cruel... Really cruel!"

With these words, Chu Mo stepped out.

“……”

Shi Qinghuan opened his mouth and watched the box door open and close, but in a flash, the inside... Was empty! She's the only one left. She and his world, she is the only one left!

A long time, a long time.

When Qinghuan suddenly covered her mouth tightly, her knees softened and fell to her knees.

"Whine --"

Shi Qinghuan repressed and sobbed.

My heart hurts! Why does it hurt so much?

For such a moment, Shi Qinghuan remembered the beginning of her and Chu mo

At that time, Chu Mo played with her feelings in order to revenge her betrayal six years ago.

What did Chu Mo say? He said he wanted her to taste it... What is the feeling that life is better than death!

At that time, Shi Qinghuan was really sad.

However, until today... This feeling that life is better than death has really come to her!

"Ah --"

When Qinghuan tightly covered his heart and murmured.

"Chu Mo, Chu mo... I know. I know. It hurts. It really hurts."

"Chu Mo, Chu mo... I will remember you. You are my husband, you are."

"Chu Mo, Chu mo... Don't forgive me, I'm not good, not at all, you must not forgive me..."

——

That night, Chu Mo returned to Bailu mountain villa.

Gym, almost let him dismantle it!

Outside the door, Chu Shixiong and Chu Jingbo, old and young, looked at each other.

Listening to the movement inside, Chu Jingbo blinked, "Grandpa, what's the matter with uncle?"

"What?"

Chu Shixiong was worried, but he joked with Chu Jingbo, "you finally called uncle?"

Chu Jingbo frowned, "Grandpa, don't make me look like an ignorant child... Uncle is unhappy and uncle is very sad. I can see it. At this time, how can you joke? "

Chu Shixiong's mouth was twitching. He was a child with a big fart. He was very pleased to speak so seriously.

He pointed inside, "grandpa doesn't dare to go in, otherwise, you go in and have a look?"

"... well."

Chu Jingbo thought, nodded, pushed the door and went in.

"Ah --"

As soon as he entered, he heard Chu Mo's depressed roar.

Seeing his gloomy face and the way he hit the sandbag, Chu Jingbo frowned more tightly.

He went over, picked up the small boxing gloves hanging on one side and put them on his hand. Without saying anything, he came forward and beat the sandbag with Chu mo.

“……”

Chu Mo was stunned and looked at his nephew.

No stop

One big and one small, but it is rare to be consistent. We are doing a sport together.

Finally, exhausted.

"Ah --"

One big and one small, panting, lying on the ground.

Chu Mo kept silent and stared at the ceiling.

Chu Jingbo looked at him and said, "uncle, Qinghuan... Can't you catch it?"

Chu Mo's heart sank. Although he was small, he... Knew a lot.

Chu Mo closed his eyes. "Yes, Qinghuan... Can't catch up. Do you despise me?"

Chu Jingbo was silent for a long time. Suddenly, he got up, leaned over and gently hugged Chu mo.

Chu Mo was stunned, smelly boy, what are you doing? How long has it been since he kissed himself like this? Since Qinghuan appeared, smelly boy has only Qinghuan in his eyes

Chu Jingbo's flesh body leaned against Chu Mo's arms, making his heart soft.

"Uncle..."

Chu Jingbo's tender voice is soft and waxy.

"Jingbao likes you."

"Huh?"

Chu Mo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "nonsense... Don't you just recognize Huan?"

"Jingbao likes Qinghuan, and Jingbao also likes his uncle."

Chu Jingbo's voice is milk, but he is serious.

Chu Mo smiled. Why didn't he know that? After all, he raised the child himself. In his five years of autism, he is the only one who can communicate with him.