I Love My Sweet Neighbor

Hei Jieming went back to the room alone without turning on the lights. Hei Jieming felt comforted in the dark.

In the dark, no one was by his side, in this case, his feelings can be revealed.

For Mu Ruoliu, his heart was not without guilt, but there was nothing he could do. His mother's decision, he never dared to disobey.

Hei Jieming knew very well that his marriage with Mu Ruoliu would not last long. He knew very well that as long as mu ruoyu had the chance to leave him, she would definitely leave here.

The two of them, who used to love each other, can only be found in dusty memories. Why did the two of them become like this? Hei Jieming knew that this was only her own reason.

Time will take everything away, and time will change everything.

Hei Jieming now felt like giving Mu Ruoliu happiness, letting him be free, letting him leave himself. This was the best ending Hei Jieming could think of.

But this kind of ending is not a good ending for me. It's useless to say anything now.

I remember when Mu Ruoliu told me that they were destined for each other, and Hei Jieming still didn't believe it. Looking at the state of himself and Mu Ruoliu, Hei Jieming knew that they were destined for each other.

Mu Ruoliu opened his eyes and was still planning how to escape from this place, but now he had no ability to fight si ninghua. Looking at the ceiling above her head and Weiweian beside her, Mu Ruoliu made up her mind that she would run away from this place and give herself a good life.

"Willow, come down for dinner." Hei Jieming did not sleep for a night, thinking for a night, and now, he had an answer in his heart.

No one answered, and Hei Jieming was not surprised to hear footsteps in the room. Mu Ruoliu resisted any contact with him, which Hei Jieming already knew.

Indeed, it wasn't long before Mu Ruoliu came down the stairs.

Weiweian didn't come down, and Mu Ruoliu usually wouldn't let herself see Weiweian now. She really didn't have any face. Looking at Weiweian's simple smile, Hei Jieming felt that she was a complete jerk.

Si Ninghua went out very early, and now there are only Hei Jieming and Mu Ruoliu at home.

The atmosphere became very awkward. Mu Ruoliu took the plate, took some food, and went upstairs. Now eating with this man, yiqi, was also a disgusting thing for Mu Ruoliu.

Hei Jieming looked at Mu Ruoliu's back and felt bitter. I have no reason to be convenient for myself. It was said that time would take everything away, but in Hei Jieming's eyes, this matter. It will never fade away.

When Mu Ruoliu went downstairs, Hei Jieming had already left. Now that he was in this place, it was the best time to leave.

Mu ruoyu went back to her room, took what she had already prepared, carried Weiweian and left.

Mu Ruoliu didn't take the phone. The phones here all have a gps system. If he took it, it would be suicide.

"Baby, what mom is doing now may not be right, but it's what I've always wanted to do."

"Mom." Weiweian didn't know much about the world now, but in his small heart, he knew that his father was bad, and his mother wouldn't hurt him.

Weiweian didn't cry or make a fuss. She looked at Mu Ruoliu quietly.

Mu Ruoliu looked at Weiweian's eyes, tears in her eyes. She was sorry for her daughter. In the future, Weiweian had no father. Mu Ruoliu could not imagine what would happen.

Hei Jieming came out of the basement and happened to see Mu Ruoliu's skirt flash around the corner.

Hei Jieming felt a twinge in his heart as he looked at the divorce agreement he had already prepared, signed his name, and put it in his briefcase.

Hei Jieming sat on the floor, her mind filled with memories of Mu Ruoliu.

That day, she was like a fairy who broke into her life. Before she appeared, her life was black, but looking at her bright smile, Hei Jieming felt for the first time that there were so many colors in her life. After that, Weiweian said, there were all kinds of things in the Mu family. When did the two of them change?

Hei Jieming could no longer remember the laughter and the beautiful scenery of the past. In retrospect, it seemed that it was the last century.

Hei Jieming still loved Mu Ruoliu, but it was because of love that she chose to let go. During the time she lived here, every day was a torment for herself and Mu Ruoliu.

"Protect them both." Hei Jieming called and told his men not to show up.

"Mu Qingtian, I'm Hei Jieming. Come here. I'll let Willow go." Hei Jieming said the last few words with an empty look in his eyes. How he wished it was all his own. How he wished that when he woke up, Mu Ruoliu was nestled in his arms like a kitten.

But there was no turning back. This was all I could do.

Mu Qingtian slammed on the brakes. Was the black street lost? Is he going to give up? Now was not the time to think about this. Mu Qingtian turned around and headed in the direction of the hei jie ming family.

Mu Ruoliu had not seen such a scenery for a long time, such a majestic wind blowing on him, but it made people want to cry unconsciously. Hei Jieming, goodbye, we will treat it as nothing has started. Mu Ruoliu turned his head and looked at the tall house where he had been imprisoned for so long. He turned his head firmly.

That's good. Let each other go. Mu Ruoliu doesn't want to hate anyone. Forgetting is the most deadly punishment.

Mu Qingtian looked at the woman in front of him. It was really Willow.

"Willow, get in the car." Mu Qingtian parked his car on the side of the road and looked at Mu Ruoliu.

"Brother? Why are you here?" Mu Ruoliu looked up.

"Don't ask that. Let's get out of here." Mu Qingtian got out of the car. Weiweian didn't fall asleep and looked at the tall man in front of him.

"Weiweian, call me uncle." Mu Ruoliu patted Weiweian's little head and said.

"Uncle." Weiweian called out.

"Good boy." Mu Qingtian didn't see the little guy often, so it was understandable that the little guy wasn't very familiar with him.

"Let's go home now and talk about it later." Mu Qingtian, put Weiweian on Mu Ruoliu's lap.

"Okay," Mu Ruoliu lowered his eyes. In this situation, he could guess more or less, but even if he did, so what? I still choose to leave, I still choose to let go.