You are my lovely wife

Shen Ao here came home dejected and threw his bloodstained coat aside. He fell heavily on the sofa, his eyes were empty and his head was empty, but mu Qingqing's last sentence before he was unconscious echoed in his ears: "you saved him again."

The faint tone was like a heavy hammer. All kinds of hammers hit his chest word by word, which made him suffocate. At that time, the smile on her face deeply hurt his eyes.

Shen Ao looked at the coat on one side. Mu Qingqing's dying appearance came to mind. The mottled blood was like a knife cutting his heart. When the knife saw the blood, it was painful. He could not imagine how he would face the future if she really died in front of him.

He shook his head and exhaled deeply. The light in the house is dim. With this dim light, he can well hide his sadness and hide it from the public. After all, she didn't belong to herself. When the doctor regarded him as her husband, he was in a trance, but Huo Haoran's arrival made him soberly realize that his ideas were ridiculous, and everything was just delusions.

He stood up, patted his forehead, said to himself, "what are you thinking?" and walked towards the bathroom. The cold water flowed out of the nozzle. When it was sprayed on him, he couldn't feel a little cold. It was nothing compared with the cold in his heart.

Shen Ao washed away the bloody smell, put on the smell of Fresh Shower Gel, wore a brand-new home clothes, poured himself a glass of wine in front of the wine cabinet, and reclined on the sofa.

At the moment, Shen Ao finally relaxed from his tense mood, took off his fatigue, gradually slept in the past, his breathing became gentle, and his expression was no longer tight.

With the faint aroma of red wine, Shen Ao returned to his childhood in a trance.

"Hello, hello." Shen Ao was pulled at the corners of his clothes. He looked down and saw the little girl in front of him, staring at him with lovely big eyes. His long eyelashes flickered like a butterfly with wings. In this beautiful spring season, he danced smartly and accidentally flew into his heart and never came out again.

Seeing Shen Ao staring at him in a daze without answering, the little girl said, "deep, what's the matter with you? Why are you stunned? Come and play quickly, what are you thinking." Mu Qingqing shook his hand in front of him, looked at him with open eyes, and called him back to God.

Some of him didn't believe his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. Some couldn't believe it and said, "Oh, nothing, nothing."

Shen Ao's hand was taken up by her and dragged him to the park. Mu Qingqing picked a flower and took it to his head. He tilted his head and asked Shen Ao, "Shen Ao, do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Well, beautiful." he nodded hard. There is no doubt that no one is as beautiful as him.

Mu Qingqing's white face was pink, and his tender mouth said one by one, "is that the most beautiful girl you've ever seen?"

Shen Ao stared at her, spoiled her eyes and replied firmly: "yes, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. No one can be more beautiful than you."

She shyly lowered her head, held her hands behind her, kicked the stones under her feet, and whispered, "will you be my bridegroom?"

"Ah?" Shen Ao didn't hear clearly and asked her subconsciously.

"Shen Ao, let's play the game, the game of the bride and groom. Will you be my groom?" Mu Qingqing's eyes twinkled with dazzling light. Seeing that Shen Ao was divine, he nodded without thinking.

Mu Qingqing said, excitedly holding Shen Ao's hand. His small soft hand was tightly held in Shen Ao's hand, warming their hearts with each other.

"Let's get married." Mu Qingqing led Shen Ao to the flowers.

This short journey, he seemed to see that Mu Qingqing had grown up, stood in front of him in a snow-white wedding dress, and smiled happily at himself. So he secretly made up his mind that when they grow up, he will give Mu Qingqing a beautiful wedding. Only a beautiful wedding can deserve the best person above.

Shen Ao in the dream smiled happily, but there was a drop of tears in the corner of Shen Ao's eyes when he was sleeping. Maybe even in the dream, he could not believe that Mu Qing had really returned to him, just like in the dream, pulling himself into the palace of the wedding.

Shen Ao didn't wake up. He didn't want to wake up. Only in this way can he hold her hand recklessly. Only in this way can he realize his dream for many years. Current events can be used against his wishes. The figure suddenly appeared in his dream made Shen Ao panic.

Just as they were holding each other's hands and completing the solemn oath, the man who suddenly appeared picked up his bride and ran away frantically.

Shen Ao kept chasing after him, but he couldn't catch up. The man suddenly turned back one by one. Shen Ao saw his appearance - Huo Haoran.

Shen Ao stopped. Huo Haoran had already run away. It was dark around. He couldn't see his five fingers and couldn't find the direction. He could only hear Mu Qingqing's cry for help: "help me, Shen Ao. Help me, Shen Ao help me."

He suddenly woke up, breathing heavily, his chest fluctuated violently, and bean sized sweat soaked his collar. He found that everything was just a dream. Mu Qingqing never belonged to himself, and he never got Mu Qingqing. Everything was just a dream. When he woke up, everything was illusory.

Shen Ao picked up the red wine on the table and took a fierce sip, which calmed down. Looking back on the dream just now, I can't help feeling a little ridiculous. Think every day and dream every night. Could it be that his obsession with Mu Qingqing has reached such a point that he can't really have her in real life. Even in his dream, he should take her as his own.

"Oh." Shen Ao couldn't help laughing at his life.

In some places, he wondered why the robber in his dream would be Huo Haoran. He was not such a narrow-minded person, because Huo Haoran's love would vilify him, but what did he ignore?

After a day's tension and the effect of alcohol, Shen Aoyue thought more and more that he felt a headache and his head was like exploding. He raised his hand and rubbed his temples to relieve the pain, but his eyebrows were more tight. Shen Ao irritably put the wine glass back on the tea table, got up and went to the refrigerator, took a bottle of beer and drank it.