Chapter 474

"Good."

There came a low answer on the phone, it was a man's voice.

……

Mu qingruo helped Chu Yao out of the private clinic. After she got into the car, she gently held Chu Yao in her arms and whispered in her ear, "Yao Yao, don't cry any more. There is an aunt in everything."

Chu Yao's tears moistened mu qingruo's clothes. She raised her eyes dimly and gave a sad smile: "Auntie, auntie, I don't want this child! I don't want it

"Yao Yao..."

"No, it's not Shinan's, it's not! This is Qin Yueshan's child... How can I give birth to that disgusting old man! Auntie, I don't... I don't want it! "

Chu shake clenched fist hard beat in his abdomen, her mood has been out of control.

Such a shock and pain, let her collapse.

Half an hour later, back to the villa.

Mu qingruo brings Chu Yao to her room. She guards by the bed and watches her close her eyes to sleep.

She walked slowly to the window, tears from her scarlet eyes down, eyes reflect a fire of resentment.

It's all because of song Xiaoman.

If song Xiaoman disappears from this world, then all the problems will not exist.

……

It's just a little bright. Accompanied by the driver, song Xiaoman comes to the cemetery.

She told the driver to wait in the car and walk to Dad's tombstone alone.

Looking at the black-and-white photo in the center of the tombstone, she smiles as if she had nothing to do with it, with a light floating in her eyes.

Suddenly, I think of the cold voice behind me: "how can I come alone? Didn't Shinan accompany you?"

Song Xiaoman slowly turns around and stares at mu qingruo's cold eyes. Her disgust for her is clearly written in her eyes

Looking at each other quietly, no one spoke again.

Mu qingruo closed his eyes and chuckled hoarsely: "Song Dahe is dead. I think the past can be really over and wiped out. But song Xiaoman, your existence... Your existence seems to remind me all the time that those stains can never be wiped clean, forever. "

Song Xiaoman's throat was slightly bitter. She said calmly, "is it a stain? I thought, "isn't it true love?"

Mu qingruo just smiles and doesn't speak any more.

The sky drizzled, song Xiaoman stood in place, watching mu qingruo turn away.

After a few steps, mu qingruo suddenly stopped. Her voice was not big, but it was very clear in the rustling rain: "I saw song Dahe the day before he died."

As the voice falls, it rains more.

Rain wet in Song Xiaoman's face, looking at mu qingruo's back more and more far away, she is still standing in a trance in the rain.

Until the driver came up to her and held up an umbrella for her, the voice came into her ear: "madam, it's raining heavily, shall I take you back?"

Song Xiaoman stepped out of the cemetery.

……

After that day, song Xiaoman never saw mu qingruo or Chu Yao again.

Everything, like stop on this day, the secret, she did not mention to anyone.

And life goes on.

She didn't know what love was before, but now she understands that love is to hold that person's hand, trust him, never let go, and go on forever.

The sun was hazy on the grass.

She stood in the yard, watching the man she loved coming towards her and holding out her hands.

This is the best love