Stop! You're Just An Ex-husband

Black, thick black, will hang YunRuo tightly surrounded, suddenly a beam of light shine down, she saw Mu Jingyang in the light.

She wants to rush to Mu Jingyang's side and let him take him out of the thick darkness, but mu Jingyang is always in front of her and she can't catch up with him.

"Jingyang, don't go, don't go!" Hang YunRuo cried out in the dark. She wanted to reach out and grab hang YunRuo's hand, but she caught nothing in her hand.

"YunRuo... YunRuo... Wake up..." Mu Jingyang looks at hang YunRuo lying on the bed, whispering his name, full of heartbreak.

Mu Jingyang's heart is slightly painful, he gently holds hang YunRuo's hand, gently caresses hang YunRuo's smooth skin, watching hang YunRuo gradually settle down, then he takes a long breath.

"Jingyang..." when hang YunRuo opened his eyes, he saw Mu Jingyang's Distressed eyes at first sight. His heart was slightly warm, but his tears couldn't stop falling.

Mu Jingyang saw hang YunRuo's tears moisten his cheek bit by bit, and his heart felt more delicate than his heart. He knows that he likes hang YunRuo, but he thinks that he likes her and he values her, so he is more worried that hang YunRuo will be disappointed with himself.

"Jingyang, I can see you when I open my eyes. It's really wonderful!" Hang YunRuo looked at the hands of the two people, his face slightly showed a smile, full of comfort and moving.

"How could you suddenly faint? Didn't you sleep well yesterday? " Mu Jingyang remembers that he left with Ruisha in his arms yesterday and didn't look back at hang YunRuo. He feels a little guilty.

"Jingyang, I'm just too tired..." if hang YunRuo didn't tell Mu Jingyang that she hadn't slept all night, she was waiting for him to go home.

"Jingyang, you take me home, OK? I don't like the taste of the hospital..." hang YunRuo wanted to pull hang YunRuo's sleeve as before, but when he thought of Mu Jingyang's resistance to himself that day, his loneliness flashed by.

But then he raised a smile and pulled Mu Jingyang's sleeve, with a bitter expression on his face, and his small face wrinkled into a ball.

Seeing hang YunRuo like this, Mu Jingyang's love for hang YunRuo conquers his subconsciousness again. He nods to hang YunRuo, carefully holds hang YunRuo's hand, helps her into the car, and then opens the door and walks in.

When they got home, they didn't speak all the way. Hang YunRuo didn't talk about Mu Jingyang's holding Ruisha that night. He just had a discussion about what to eat for dinner.

Mu Jingyang's mood is still very complicated. After looking at hang YunRuo's huge dark circles, he knows that hang YunRuo didn't sleep well yesterday. He understands that it's because of his own affairs, and he feels sad.

"YunRuo, if you want to scold me or beat me... You..." don't pretend it doesn't matter. It hurts! Mu Jingyang said the second half of the sentence in his heart.

"Why should I scold you, why should I beat you..." hang YunRuo smiles, gently leans his head on Mu Jingyang's shoulder, deeply sniffs the smell of Mu Jingyang, inexplicably feels very relieved.

"I was yesterday..."

Just as Mu Jingyang was about to speak, hang YunRuo put his fingers on Mu Jingyang's lips and stopped Mu Jingyang's words. Mu Jingyang is a little confused. He doesn't know why hang YunRuo doesn't want him to explain.

"Jingyang, you don't need to explain anything, because you're not wrong, Lisa's not wrong, and I'm not wrong, but we're all so excited that we can't avoid doing some strange things!"

Hang YunRuo thought of Mu Jingyang's back yesterday. Although his heart is still very painful, he didn't tell Mu Jingyang. She now knows that Ruisha also likes Mu Jingyang, so this is a war about Mu Jingyang's love.

She is not a stupid woman, she will not like other women to men to explain a clear, she will not try to smear each other as heartfelt.

She will continue to be gentle, generous and considerate, and let the identity of Ruisha as a confidant become a foil. Only in this way can she keep the relationship with Mu Jingyang.

"Maybe it's my fault, I can't completely forget the past, and I can't easily let go of the suffering of the past..." Mu Jingyang's voice was a bit confused and ethereal, and his tone was a bit depressed.

"No one can forget the past. Memory is like an iron box that can't find the key. You think you have forgotten it, but as long as you find the key, those dusty memories will come out bit by bit!"

Hang YunRuo gently stroked Mu Jingyang's shoulder, and the smile on his face was more gentle. Mu Jingyang looked at hang YunRuo with his head on his side. He was grateful to hang YunRuo.

Maybe the essence of marriage is not to find a suitable person, but to find someone who can really understand you.

Hang YunRuo's tolerance and understanding of himself gradually made him forget that hang YunRuo he saw during hypnosis. He gently dropped a kiss on hang YunRuo's forehead.

Just as two people want to say something, Mu Jingyang's phone rings. Mu Jingyang looks at the mobile phone, and the reminder shows the name of Ruisha. For a moment, he doesn't know whether to answer or hang up.

"You answer the phone... I want to sleep!" Hang YunRuo covered the quilt spontaneously and waved to Mu Jingyang, indicating that Mu Jingyang went out of the bedroom to answer the phone.

"Lisa?" Mu Jingyang rubbed his painful head and went to the garden gate to sit down. He waited quietly for Lisa to continue talking.

"I've looked at your treatment plan again, and I think it's boring to explore your inner world by simply hypnosis, so I plan to change the plan, such as going out for relaxation, running, mountain climbing and other activities will be added later!"

I don't know why, Mu Jingyang heard Lisa's voice again. His eyes, which were full of tenderness just now, gradually became calm and even dull.

He listened quietly to Lisa's words, and his brain could not control it at all. Hang up the phone back to the bedroom, see hang YunRuo already sleepy, so had to light handed let the door with, went out.

Mu Jingyang looks at the snow outside the garden. The plum blossom specially cultivated is blooming in the face of the ice and snow. Mu Jingyang looked at the plum trees and sighed heavily.

Hang YunRuo stands by the window of his bedroom and quietly looks at Mu Jingyang. He leaves with a sad smile, but then he takes back the sadness and waves his little fist to cheer him on.

"We just need time, time will slowly heal our heart..." hang YunRuo said to himself.