Chapter 956

For three years, song Lei can't remember how many nights he spent watching Rong Mingyuan so drunk.

Three years, a full thousand days, Rong Mingyuan lived in such a painful purgatory, no reincarnation.

In another month, Suran will die.

At this time of the year, Rong Mingyuan is particularly silent and lonely. In his closed heart, a self tormenting demon is imprisoned. He paralyzes himself with alcohol, his stomach and nerves, and then releases a silent cry.

Song Lei has so much sympathy that he can't do anything.

Time makes it all pale.

Rong Mingyuan has been hospitalized for several times because of gastric bleeding, and the doctor advised him to borrow alcohol, otherwise he would be in danger of life.

But the more he did, the more he drank.

Song Lei thought sadly that he wanted to punish himself in this way,

to pay homage to his dead wife and children.

Tonight, he drank too much, so he vomited on the way.

When song Lei carries him home, it's getting a little brighter.

Mo Qianyu opened the door. She had been waiting all night. In the past three years, she didn't know how many long lonely and heart eating nights she had spent.

In the past three years, Rong Mingyuan hasn't said a word to her, let alone given a good face. She guessed that Rong Mingyuan must know that the two newspapers were taken by herself, because she strongly and deeply felt his strong hatred, but he didn't do anything, so he left her by his side, watching every day and night, tormenting all the time.

He sink ~ sink in the fire quenching purgatory, want her, also can't live forever.

In silence, he completely confined her soul and her life.

They spent three years in this way of mutual torture and resentment.

Mo Qianyu felt that she was old, and her best youth was buried with Su ran.

Even so, she still cared about him, because she found that she really fell in love with him.

Yes, it may not be so appropriate, but it is really confirmed in her. A man, after watching for three years, is so full of titles, so dazzling, she has no reason not to be moved and fall in love.

Therefore, if he wants to sink forever, she is willing to accompany him all her life.

At least, in the eyes of outsiders, he belongs to her, and she is the only Mrs. Rong.

Although it's not worthy of the name, she hasn't been able to get the letter of marriage for three years and has been alone in the empty room. Rong Mingyuan has never touched her, but now she lives in the eyes of the world as the wife of Rong's group.

She is willing to keep this loneliness, is willing to keep this glory, this boundless light.

She believes that one day, this man with wealth and power will find her good. Even if he just looks at her like this, he will be happy.

After Song Lei carries Rong Mingyuan into the bedroom, he leaves. Mo Qianyu goes to the kitchen to make a cup of Jiejiu tea, and then goes to the bathroom to wring a hot towel. Then he runs to Rong Mingyuan. But before the cup is put down, he is knocked over by Rong Mingyuan. The hot tea burns her hands and her heart.

Rong Mingyuan is tossing and pulling her shirt collar on the bed. She swallows the inexplicable sadness and grievance, and then comes forward with a towel to advise: "Mingyuan, I'll help you wash your face first, so that you can sleep comfortably."

Wash face is also unsuccessful, because the towel was Rong Mingyuan lost far, he impatiently called to let her out, Mo Qianyu tears can't stop falling down, covered with hot hands crying ran to the living room.

Rong Mingyuan poured a handful of sleeping pills from his bed and swallowed them. Then he slowly fell asleep.

The doctor said he was killing himself. Drinking and taking sleeping pills, he spent his life effortlessly. He just became more and more fierce and turned a deaf ear to the choking cry downstairs.

Su ran hasn't been in a dream for a long time. Even though he is so disappointed and angry, and he wakes up with endless regret and emptiness, he still wants to see her and their unborn child in his dream.

He was afraid that he could not remember their faces. He was afraid that the endless waiting would gradually blur her face.

***

Mo Qianyu didn't deal with the wound on her hand. She was sad and couldn't help crying.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the servant came to clean up the house, and she went back to her room.

Guest room, this is her room.

The master bedroom is a private space for Rong Mingyuan.

She was the only woman around him, but she was not qualified to live in the master bedroom.

The mobile phone on the head of G is buzzing and shaking. It's a message sent by Mo Guohua.

Mo Guohua has been in prison for three years.

Rong Mingyuan did have a way to get out of the net and put an end to all the means that Mo Guohua tried to come up with.

Mo Qianyu is sleepy and tired. In recent years, he doesn't want to take care of his affairs. But recently, Mo Guohua asked someone to inform her that her mother is still alive. If she wants to see her biological mother, she has to find a way to get him out!Her heart, once again confused.

It took her three years to find countless private detectives, but she had no clue.

If it's not dead, it's really hidden by Mo Guohua.

Xu Jinghua also said that in this world, I'm afraid no one knows her mother's whereabouts except Mo Guohua.

Once people have concerns, they have weaknesses. She also wanted to get Mo Guohua out, but there was really no way. What could she do.

She still lives on the protection of Xu Jinghua. Who should she complain to.

Raising her hand, she accidentally rubbed the wound on the back of her hand. She bared her teeth in pain. There were blisters on the back of her hand. She couldn't deal with them.

Hearing the news from the master bedroom, she knew that Rong Mingyuan was awake.

No matter how much wine he drank or how many sleeping pills he took, his biological clock was so strong that he could always wake up on time and go to work with a clear mind.

There was no sign of a hangover.

He has changed his clothes and is wearing a tie. Qingjun's chin is covered with fine moustache. She goes into the bathroom to help him drain water and squeeze toothpaste. Then she laughs: "Mingyuan, I'll go downstairs first to help you prepare breakfast. You can come down when you're finished."

He often has no response.

In this place, it seems that she is the only one who talks, directs and acts to herself. The number of Rong Mingyuan's visits is even less.

He has so many houses that Mo Qianyu can hardly find him.

Breakfast was made by a servant. She specially fried two eggs and made a cup of his favorite black coffee. The aroma of the coffee filled the room. She looked at the table with satisfaction and stood at the table waiting for him to come down. However, he didn't even have a straight eye and left with the diamond cufflinks.

The servant looked at the lost Mo Qianyu with some sympathy.

Mo Qianyu sighed, his heart, built layers of defense, shelved, is her own deception, in fact, he left her around the real purpose, in addition to revenge, is not revenge?

She casually dealt with the wound on her hand and asked Yang Qingge to go shopping.

Three years ago, Yang Qingge became infamous because of the trouble in Yanzhao gate. Later, he married Qiao Yunchen and thought that he could turn over salted fish. Unexpectedly, the boat turned over.

The day after Qiao Yunchen was sentenced, she went to the hospital to kill her child. Then she married a rich old man as a stepmother.

When the children grow up, they all have their own careers. They travel all over the world every day. They don't have a few days at home all the year round. The old man dotes on her very much. They just need to move their fingers to buy everything they want and send it to her. They try to please her every day.

Now, she is a famous brand, and she is enviable for her life.

***

the wound on Mo Qianyu's hand attracted her attention: "who burned you?"

"I burned it by accident." Looking at Yang Qingge's radiant skin, Mo Qianyu suddenly feels that he has been eclipsed and immediately becomes her foil.

Yang Qingge drinks coffee slowly, and the ruby with pigeon eggs on her hand is attractive. Mo Qianyu picks her eyebrows: "new one?"

"From the old man." Yang Qingge light smile, "just shot back, 50 million."

"He's really willing to sacrifice his money and spoil you."

After so many years of ups and downs in the entertainment industry, they rushed all the way and finally married an old man. On the contrary, they were a lot smoother. Apart from being older, they didn't have much to pick on.

Life is a documentary without rehearsal. Marriage is a besieged city. I'm afraid only I know whether the people in it are good or not. Yang Qingge slouched down her eyes and said, "it's OK. I'm satisfied with you, but you're going to continue to consume it?"

"Otherwise." Mo Qianyu's face seems to be caged with clear sorrow, reluctant, unable to put down, only to continue.

"Yes, after all, it's such a terrible man. Just looking at it, it's more pleasing than the old man."

She envies her, and she envies her. Everyone feels lack and dissatisfaction with their own life, and then looks at other people's life stupid ~ stupid ~ desire ~ move, that is to say, they have so many evils.

After the boring coffee, Yang Qingge takes Mo Qianyu to go shopping again. Now her life seems to have nothing left except shopping for clothes and cosmetics. Mo thousand language is not much better, with the title of Mrs. Rong, but the more live more heart.

There is a huge LED display screen on the front of the department store. When the car arrives at the entrance, there is a long line.

Yang Qingge frowned and asked what was the matter. The driver replied, "it's the advertisement above. The cars in front are all watching the advertisement, so they don't move."

"Advertising?" Yang Qingge and Mo Qianyu look at the huge screen at the same time.

Above, a show is playing. It's not so much an advertisement for children's clothes as a double show of the two boys and girls walking hand in hand.The girl's face is pink and tender. She is wearing a floral cotton skirt, a black cardigan and a pair of gold flat shoes. The boy is wearing a white shirt, a plaid vest, a black hand-made suit and a pair of white parchment shoes. However, the child is about three or four years old. He is calm and spicy beyond his age Xin and leisurely, holding a little girl in hand, walk on the shining T-stage tactfully.