President spoils the dark wife

When Qin Yu fell in his arms, his heart still hurts in retrospect.

Jing mowen gently held Mo Yiran. His slender eyelashes covered the man's eyes. It was dark. I couldn't see what he was thinking.

The woman's face was too white, and her closed eyes were full of tears, so that her trembling long eyelashes seemed to be soaked in water, and her tightly bitten lips had exuded a wisp of blood.

Jing mowen was originally a person who was not good at words. At this moment, he doesn't know what to say. He just worries about saying more and making more mistakes.

Mo Yiran's heart was hurt in vain.

The dyed eyelids were too heavy to lift up. A few heavy tears hung on the long eyelashes. They blinked several times, swayed and fell down. Their eyes were blurred. Through the faint water vapor, they reflected a face with a trance expression.

Time is like water. In this world, there will always be some people who amaze and soften the years.

Mo Yiran didn't know when he fell asleep. When he was talking and crying, he fell asleep.

I don't know. I thought it was late cancer and there was no cure. That's why it was so painful.

When he woke up, Mo Yiran looked around and didn't see Jing mowen.

Some irritably opened the quilt on their body, got up, went to the bathroom, took a handful of water and washed their face to clear their mind.

Just after washing, I vaguely heard a very calm conversation outside the house.

Mo Yiran hung his eyes, walked over quietly, pasted it on the edge of the door, breathed and said nothing.

Sometimes, eavesdropping on other people's conversations has almost become a habit.

Maybe at some point, you will see the true face of some people.

It's like Mo Changguo. If he hadn't eavesdropped, Mo Yiran didn't even know. It turns out that Mo Changguo had already acquiesced in Wang Shuyu's vicious hand on his mother.

Since ancient times, it's just unpredictable.

"Aunt Qi, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you look more and more young and elegant."

After listening to the first sentence, Mo Yiran pulled the corners of his mouth.

Is this what Jing mowen, who regards poison tongue as life, said?

"You know I haven't seen you for a long time, and I haven't seen you come to see me often. Ah Xiu often runs to you. If I hadn't heard that you had a girlfriend with Mo Wen some time ago, I doubt if you had anything to do with ah Xiu."

The woman's voice is calm, the tone is not fast or slow, very elegant, but it seems that it has a little lovely and lively.

"Aunt, you're kidding. I haven't been close to the opposite sex for so many years, but I don't see it. I don't have a special hobby. Don't worry, aunt."

Jing mowen's tone is very plain, with some faint smile.

"I don't mean that. Our country is open-minded and doesn't oppose homosexuality. As for my own son, I'll go with him as long as he's happy."

Mo Yiran stuck to the door and heard Jing mowen's faint laughter after the woman's words fell.

"But I can't think of it. This time I happened to meet you in the same city in the United States. Mo Wen, you sent someone to find me and invited me here. I'm afraid it's not just to catch up with the past?"

The woman's voice was quiet and gentle, as if nothing in the world could disturb the peace of her heart.

This is a precipitation of years, not affectation.

"It's about the tombstone you removed the day before yesterday. Because it's an old friend, I care more. Aunt, can you tell me why?"

Hearing the speech, Mo Yiran's breathing was so sluggish that he was almost out of breath.

Her white slender hands tightly covered her chest, and her heart seemed to jump out.

The doubt in her heart made her very painful.

She was afraid to hear the answer.

If this woman was the group who pursued and killed herself

But listening to the tone of their conversation, it seems that they have a lot of friendship.

If so, what should I do?

Mo Yiran frowned and felt at a loss, as if he was about to lose something.

Mo Yiran couldn't even think of another answer. If it wasn't for hatred, why dig a grave?

How much hatred is there to do such a thing

"Ah, so you know him too?"

The woman's voice is still peaceful and can't hear joy and anger.

Jing mowen didn't reply, and the woman sighed. It seemed that she drank water and moved her thin lips for a long time "Ah Yu, that smelly boy, thought he was going to die. He didn't want to leave us any meaningless hope. He pretended to die. Hum, he really annoyed me! When he contacted me some time ago, I almost thought I had died, otherwise how could I hear the voice of ah Yu who has passed away for many years?"

Mo Yiran's body near the door trembled uncontrollably.

She, she said... What?

Fake death?

Fake death!

Ha ha ha ha ha

Mo Yiran had difficulty breathing. He opened his mouth, propped up his nose, blackened his eyes, stuffy his chest, and couldn't even lift his legs anymore.

Those feelings condensed due to confusion are like a low and painful song, constantly singing the sadness of falling silence.

Floating melancholy, shaking like slender tentacles, unscrupulously drilling into the pores of the skin, stretching like vines, winding into the heart and lungs, suffocating her, causing her pain and numbing her

"Then I thought, ah Yu's death day is coming these days, but the man hasn't died yet. It's unlucky to get a tombstone, so I came and removed it when I was free."

"So it is."

Jing mowen's voice also had some ups and downs, but he couldn't hear what emotion it was.

"Since you're alive, there's nothing wrong. By the way, Mo Wen, when will your girlfriend bring me? I saw some gossip about you on the Internet some time ago. I think it's incredible. One night stands and beating people are all things you can do? I'm really curious about the sanctity of this girl. She has the ability to fascinate president king like this."

Mo Yiran struggled with the pain in his heart and staggered to the bedside.

As for what the two people outside said behind the house, she was not very interested.

She suddenly fell on the bed, inexplicably cold all over, like falling into an ice cave in a very cold place, cold, shivering from the inside out

She got into the quilt, the whole person was buried in the quilt, and her thin body curled up in a ball.

She doesn't even know whether she is happy, angry or sad

If what the woman said is true, why didn't Qin Yu come to him?

Do you feel like you're just an insignificant person?

Or just like he refused to talk to Yan binwei in those years, let's just be cruel and never meet

Do you hate yourself because you helped yourself block that bullet

Mo Yiran's mind is very messy now

She doesn't know what she should do now.

She just felt cold.

The cold is heinous.