Mysterious president, get away from me!

When you open the window, it's overcast, and you'll feel down. Fu Xuan once said that the mood of patients with depression will change day and night. In the morning or morning, they will fall into a low mood, and in the afternoon or near the party, they will gradually improve.

Looking at the gloomy sky, she felt that the whole world was dark, pessimistic and hopeless, and life was not like death.

"Go out for a walk, maybe you'll feel better." She patted herself on the cheek without expression, trying to cheer herself up, but it didn't work. She didn't even want to move.

Relying on the whole body on the railings, the sultry wind with a faint fragrance of flowers, Mo Ling looked at the distant sky, there were several birds flying over the sky, so free.

Unconsciously, she stretched out her arms and leaned forward, trying to rush out of the cage like a bird.

When Xiao Su pushed the door in, she saw Mo Ling lying on the railing. Her weight moved forward and her arms stretched out. She was about to fall from the railing. She was so scared that she rushed to the balcony and hugged Mo Ling from behind. She trembled and said, "grandma, don't do anything stupid!"

Mo Ling suddenly came back to her senses, only to find that half of her body was hanging on the railing. She was surprised and quickly backed back to safety with the help of Xiao su.

Empress Su was so scared that she said, "Granny, let's take a walk downstairs."

"Well, go downstairs." Mo Ling's back broke out in a cold sweat. She couldn't help looking back at the railing. If Xiao Su hadn't come in time, she would have fallen from there. Although it was only two stories, it was not high, but it would have miscarried.

She didn't know why she would become in a trance and do such dangerous things. Was depression really so terrible?

The roses in the garden are blooming just in time, colorful, and there are more expensive black red and blue roses. Mo Ling can't help looking at them more. Xiao Su says with a smile, "the flowers are really beautiful. Grandma, I'll go in and take a pair of scissors, cut a few and insert them into the vase in the bedroom. What do you think?"

Mo Ling tried to find something to do for himself, nodded, "you go."

Xiao Sufei quickly ran back to the room to get the scissors. Maureen squatted in front of a rose flower and touched the pink petals with her fingers. The back of her hand accidentally bumped into the next rose tree. The sharp thorns suddenly cut her skin. Soon, the scratch oozed blood and turned into a faint blood mark.

Mo Ling stares at the bloodstain on the back of her hand. Somehow, her heart is filled with joy. She seems to be crazy. She holds the thorn on the flower branch with her finger. The thorn goes into her finger, and the little blood bead comes out quickly. At the same time, she heard her heart beating and felt that she was still alive.

Now, only pain can make her feel alive.

"What are you doing here?"

Maureen raised his head. The man in front of him stood against the light. He wore a simple white shirt and black trousers. He was as charming as a European aristocrat. His chin was slightly retracted, his eyes were slightly drooping, and his face had a similar expression of surprise.

"Haoran, you're back." This is the most pressure free man in Mu family. Mu Haoran, who performed abroad some time ago, hasn't seen him for nearly a month.

Mu Haoran faintly "Er" a, quietly stand in front of her, see her with strange posture slowly stand up, he frowned, "you are not comfortable?"

"Legs numb..." Maureen has an impulse to cry. She holds her knees in her hands and holds up her body slightly, but she doesn't know that all the blood stains on her fingers are smeared on the beige trousers.

"Sit over there." Mu Haoran stared at her for a long time. It seemed that he should help her, hold her right arm, and walk to the cool cane chair.

Two people sit after, Mu Haoran accidentally see the blood on her trousers, light way, "your trousers knee, dirty."

Mo Ling looked down and saw that the beige cloth was stained with a mass of blood the size of soybeans, which was really conspicuous. She laughed awkwardly, "I accidentally cut my finger just now and stained the blood on my pants..."

"Granny, are you hurt? Does it matter? I'll get the medicine box right away

Xiao Su came out with scissors. Hearing their conversation, she was startled and ran to the villa with scissors in her arms.

Mo Ling quickly called her, "Xiao Su, my finger is just pierced by the rose thorn. I don't need to take the medicine box."

"Then I'll get the band aid!"

Originally, I wanted Xiao Su to make tea for mu Haoran. Unexpectedly, she ran away with a thump. Mo Ling gave Mu Haoran a sorry smile, "why don't we go to the living room? What would you like to drink?"

"No, just sit here." Mu Haoran handed her a small paper bag, light way, "I picked a few discs for you, after listening, maybe your mood will be better."

Mo Ling clenched the small paper bag, "thank you."

"I will hold the throat of fate, it will never make me completely surrender." With a smile on his sexy lips and a clear and slow voice, he said, "this is a famous saying of Beethoven. I like it very much. Now it's for you."

Mo Ling's eyes were sour, and he appreciated his kindness from the bottom of his heart. He did not mention her depression, but encouraged her in this warm way.

She hurriedly lowered her head, covered the tears in her eyes and said "thank you.".

Mu Haoran was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "my favorite symphony of fate, do you want to hear it?"

She quietly wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, looked up and said with a smile, "good."

He had a bright look in his eyes and a childlike innocent smile on his face. "Come on, I'll play it to you."

There is also a piano in Jingyuan, which is placed in the living room. Mo Ling can't play the piano, so he never touched it.

When Mu Haoran sat in front of the piano and put his hands on the keys, it was like a suddenly changed person. His eyes were calm and focused, his face was calm and dignified, his fingers were flying on the keyboard, playing a magnificent song of triumph.

Mo Ling felt an unspeakable touch and shock.

At the end of the song, the corners of her eyes were moist.

"Pain and sadness are the prelude to happiness." I do not know when, Mu Haoran came to her, handed her a white handkerchief, voice warm, "you will be happy."

Maureen nodded chokingly. She will never forget the precious sunshine he brought her when she was in the dark abyss.

He said with a smile, "next Tuesday, I'll have a concert in the theater. If you like, I can reserve a seat for you in advance."

Mo Ling wants to go very much. Lin Lanyao is his number one fan. Maybe LAN Yao will also appear in the concert. However, she looks down at her abdomen for less than four months and doesn't show her heart at all. But the old lady, for the sake of safety, won't allow her to go out.

She reluctantly smile, "thank you for your invitation, I would like to go, but now the body is not convenient, may not go."

Mu Haoran frowned slightly, thought for a while, looked down at her stomach, and said uncertainly, "are you worried about the child?"

Mo Ling was ashamed and embarrassed, "do you know?" She always thought Mu Haoran and Mu Fengxi didn't know about it.

"Well," he said with a straight face, "when I heard that you moved back to Jingyuan, I was a little curious, so I asked my mother. Don't worry, I will keep a secret."

His words undoubtedly reminded her of how she got her baby in her stomach. She felt that she was so filthy in front of this person with a pure soul. She didn't even have the courage to meet his clear eyes, bit her lip and said with difficulty, "the widow is pregnant, it's hard to hear..."

Silence.

Her tears are coming down again. Depression is really a tormenting thing. She is more and more sentimental and less like herself.

"It's not your fault." He said solemnly and slowly.

She burst into tears.

Since she married into the Mu family, everyone said it was her fault. It was her fault to kill Nianchen. Even surrogacy was natural, because she wanted to atone. Only he, the kind and pure man, said to her, it's not your fault.

She buried her head and didn't want him to see the tears on her face. The next second, she felt a heavy weight on her head. His hand covered the top of her hair and gently pressed, "I'm sorry, I can't help you."

Tears fell even more fiercely, falling on her toes. She sniffed and pretended to smile briskly. "Thank you for your comfort. I feel much better."

"Well," he said, "if you go out more, you'll feel better."

"Well, I see. I'll talk to grandma. If she allows me, I'll go to your concert."

"Good."

The night is dim and the lights are shining.

Qi Ruxue takes mu Chenhan's arm to come out of the special passage of the cinema and enter the underground parking lot. She is wearing a low cut red dress tonight, and her fluffy and curly hair is all over her shoulders. If you lift up her long hair, you can see her perfect bare back. They have just finished the premiere of the movie lovers starred by Qi Ruxue.

Sitting in the silver Aston Martin, Qi Ruxue takes off her sunglasses and nestles in Mu Chenhan's arms. Her slender arms are around his waist. She purses her red lips slightly and plays coquetry in soft voice. "Chenhan, the media has mentioned our affair again. When are we going to make our relationship public?"

Mu Chen cold right hand embraces on her back, tiny smile, "wait for you to quit performing arts circle."

"What? They want to play for another two years." She stabbed him in the chest with her slender finger, half true and half false, "say, do you dislike others?"

"Nonsense." Mu Chen Han took her bad fingers and patted her back like comfort. Wen Sheng said, "your career is booming now. If you announce our relationship, it will affect you."

"But I don't feel safe now..." she buried her head in his arms and gently rubbed it. She said shyly, "honey, shall I go to your place tonight?"

"Like snow, don't be mischievous." He is like the face of unreasonable children in general, helpless whisper, "now is not appropriate."

She raised her head, a pair of beautiful eyes filled with tears, wrongly said, "how inappropriate? We've been in love for two years, and you never touch me. Don't I have any attraction for you? "

"How?" He raised his finger to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a gentle voice, "I cherish our feelings, I don't want to hurt you."

If she still insists on devoting herself at such a time, it would seem that she is too cheap. Qi Ruxue's heart is angry, biting her lips to sulk. Mu Chen's cold and deep eyes flash a hint of obscure meaning. She pinches her nose and smiles in a low voice. "You deserve the best. Of course, I can't take you innocently. Don't be angry, eh?"