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After the rain and the sky are clear, the green city is covered by the green sun. The cold in winter has gradually dissipated and the spring is coming. Everything seems to be reborn.

Today is the day when Tang family and Lin family of Qingcheng aristocracy marry, that is, the day when Tang Yan Shang and Lin family get married.

When it comes to Tang Yan Shang, no one in Qingcheng doesn't know him.

It's not because of his power, it's His woman, bathe late.

The woman who loves him deeply, who is despised and pitied in the eyes of Qingcheng people.

As all people know, even if Tang Yan Shang dotes on mu Xiangwan, he will not marry her. Before today, mu Xiangwan was his lover. After today, her identity remains the same. However, he became a lover of a married woman.

Some people despise, think that Mu is not self-esteem and self love.

Some people feel sorry that mu Xiangwan just loves this man too much and is willing to give up those names for him.

And Tang Yan Shang, in the past three years, has given that woman the supreme favor. When he attends any scene, he is accompanied by mu Xiangwan.

I don't know what the relationship between them is. I only know that whoever married Tang Yan Shang could be anyone, but not mu Xiangwan.

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In the hospital, the woman who is over 50 years old lies on the bed and watches the live news on TV. No one is not the grand wedding, the right couple.

The door opened, and the woman came in with the soup she had made herself. Her long black hair was thick and elegant, and her beautiful face had a shallow smile. She looked at the gorgeous wedding scene on TV and was indifferent.

"Mom, this is your favorite soup."

Put the incubator on the table, and Stefan slowly poured the soup into the bowl.

The woman looked at the soup, cold eyes drooping, lips opening:

"I don't want to drink it."

After the action of bathing in the evening, he poured the soup back to the incubator and chuckled: "OK."

As if she was used to refusing, the woman looked at the TV indifferently, and she put one of the flowers she just bought into the vase on one side.

That one after another warm and delicate lily, with the scent of fragrance, filled the whole ward.

For a long time, the woman opened her lips and broke the quiet atmosphere.

"Is that your choice?"

Mu looks at the TV with the woman's eyes towards the evening. The man in the TV, with such a cold face, is smiling. The long ring finger is covered with a wedding ring by the beautiful bride.

She seldom saw him smile like this, with a certain satisfaction. Also, marriage is a happy event, who is not happy? With a slight bitter smile, is this her choice?

"Yes."

When the word came out of her mouth, the woman closed her eyes heavily.

"You go back. Don't come back later."

"Mom..."

The woman opened her eyes and smiled bitterly at the man she had loved for more than ten years. Mom? No, she is not.

"I have only one son. He is dead."

Such bland words, but so cold into the hearts of the people.

She looked at Mu late like this, trying to find a little vibration in her eyes.

But no, not at all.

The woman laughed and shook her head. She should have known.

Three years ago, at the moment of his death, she should have known that mu Xiangwan There is no heart.

"I'll see you later."

In the past three years, the two have been used to such a dialogue.

Leaving the hospital, there were some dark clouds in the sky.

Mu smiled faintly towards the evening. It was still clear in the morning. It seems that today is not a good day either.

At night, the heavy rain finally poured out.

The woman in the villa opened the window and held out her hand. There was cold rain in her palm. She looked at the rain and was slightly distracted.

She used to like the rain.

And that man, always in the first time to find her, but not stop.

Accompany her, follow her nature.

Now, she is afraid of rain.

Because When she fell ill in the rain, the man who took good care of her by her side was no longer there. She was afraid. If you are afraid of being ill, you will not get well.

Night, gradually deep.

The rain didn't stop, the thunder didn't stop.

Don't you know how Tang Yanshang and his new wife are doing on such a night?

Such a gorgeous woman, listening to the deafening thunder, would she lean on his arms and listen to his soothing sleep?

Mu tickles her lips at night and chuckles. She must be too bored to think about Tang Yanshang.

Downstairs, there is a sound of opening the door.

"Mr. Tang."

Jos opened the door in a moment of consternation. Mr. Tang shouldn't have But as a servant, I dare not speculate on others' thoughts.Mu came out of the room barefoot towards night and stood at the stairway to watch the man who had drenched a few drops of rain on the black suit.

What does that mean? He came to her on his wedding night?

The cold man raised his eyes and looked at the woman standing barefoot in her thin nightdress. The deep eyes are some sinister, the thin lips are light and pursed, showing some cold meaning.

He could feel the cold of the skin when he picked up the woman upstairs. She coagulated his cold side face, without any voice or blink, and looked at him like she didn't know him. It wasn't until she was put on the warm big bed that Mu took back her eyes.

It's him, Tang Yanshang.

I thought it was an illusion, but I didn't expect that he would really leave the bride to her house tonight.

"Are you not afraid to be seen when you come here?" Women's eyes and eyebrows are indifferent. In fact, Tang Yan Shang is not afraid of anyone knowing what he wants to do. Anyway, all the people in Qingcheng know the relationship between them. She is his love. People, that's all.

Tang Yan Shang's bony fingers caressed her long hair, and the softness slipped in his palm. He liked her long hair, but it was for the man.

Jealous? Oh, how ridiculous.

Coagulate her to have no the Ying Mou of the billow, thin lip pastes the cherry lip of the woman in the next moment.

Don't want to say a word to her, but kiss her?

The kiss fell to her white neck with her chin, and her nightdress was half exposed,.

Mingming is the moment of emotion, but mu is like a puppet with a beautiful skin bag. She looks dull, coagulates the man's facial features, and her red lips are light.

"Tang Yan Shang" There is no half movement in the indifferent voice, but it is cold and strange. As if the man who kisses her in front of her is a stranger.

He screwed up his brow, stopped, and looked at her unlit eyes.

"Still guarding for a dead man?" Thin lips are full of sarcasm. The long, narrow and deep eyes are cold.

The half skirts that the woman pulled up and down slowly seemed not to hear, and the irony that she had been used to. After finishing her hair, she is still the one who doesn't stain the dust.

"Three years, it's time."

Today, the date of his marriage is also the date of three years.

Tang Yan Shang chuckled, so what? Does she live by counting the days?

"Want to go?" It's like a smile, but not a smile. In three years, if he doesn't allow it, she will still be the woman who loves him deeply.

"Yes." Such a understatement of a word, such as the cold water like the moon, cold resolute.

The man's black eyes narrowed and the smile of the lips faded.

"Mu is late. The only way you can leave is to die."

Only death, he can not have, will not miss. If she still has a breath, she can't live without it.

Bathe in the evening and smile, die? She cherished her life and never thought of it.

It was only ten minutes before he came, so he left. Sometimes Mu late really can't figure it out. Since he can't bear such a short time together, why doesn't he let go?

Three years, not tired yet? But what to do? She's so tired.

Don't Tang Yan Shang ever tell you that sometimes the obsession is too deep, and only hurt each other.