The bright moonlight sprinkles on the colorful courtyard, plating a light silver light on the elegant scenery.

The figure of their fingers was pulled by the light.

Late spent an afternoon persuading Wenmo to cancel the decision. Although it was useless, she still didn't give up to bring up the past.

"I can't do it. Please forgive me."

How square she is!

Wen Mo had no choice but to take her hand and sit down on the bench in front of the fountain? The group always has a nominal president. Who do you think I can give this seat to? "

He softened his voice and said earnestly, "give it to my father?"

Late subconsciously shook his head, "no way!"

I won't give it to him if I throw it away.

Wen Mo smiles, "so please."

Late night tangled looking at him, "not afraid of me with your property to escape?"

Wen Mo jokingly flicked her forehead, "we are husband and wife, you want me to give you, run with it?"

Chi Wan's heart moved. What he said could not be refused even if he wanted to refuse.

Her heart a horizontal, "well, since you are not afraid, I am afraid of what?"

Wen Mo finally succeeded. He gave her a good kiss on the cheek. "Well behaved, in order to thank Mrs. Wen, how about taking you to ride a horse tomorrow?"

But he was embarrassed to be taken advantage of tomorrow night.

"Can I not give you the face of the secretary general? Well, it's late. Let's go back. "

"Good."

They got up together and left the garden.

Not long after they left, a figure came out slowly from the other side of the fountain, a beautiful and graceful face full of horror!

Yang Shuwen stares at the direction of their departure, with only two thoughts in his mind.

Wen Mo and Chi Wan are married? When did they get married?

He even wants to send M group to Chi Wan?

Thinking of what she said to Chi Wan in the morning, Yang Shuwen, who is sensitive in mind, not only feels ashamed, but also has an impulse to cry.

When she vowed that it was impossible for Chi Wan to marry Wen Mo, she must be laughing at her, right?

It's like watching a self directed clown

Yang Shuwen sat in the place where Wen Mugang had just sat, and touched his face, looking astringent and sad.

Wen's eldest brother died early. She was a childless widow. She was living in Wen's family, and the difficulties were beyond anyone's imagination.

If Wen Mo didn't help her all the time, or even get the position of Wen's general manager, she would be in a miserable situation.

She will never forget the words that the 16-year-old said to the fragile and crying girl.

Sister in law, I will take care of you for my brother in the future. Remember, the weak in this world have no right to choose the way to die. 】

since then, she has gradually become strong, hiding her weakness completely, and the teenager But I'm going away from her.

"If I am still the weak woman who needs your care, will you stop for me?" She murmured to herself.

This question is doomed to have no answer.

Or maybe she knew the answer early, just stubbornly refused to accept the reality.

……

It's too late at night, and the next day I want to stay up. As a result, Wenmo takes her naked out of bed.

"Forget to ride today?"