Chapter 2389

When Yong'er came from a distance, what he saw was Locke standing listlessly in the corridor, staring blankly into the distance.

The corner of her mouth raised a slight smile, and she walked towards Locke with a graceful manner, her voice was gentle and soft, "You have come from a long way, why don't you sit inside for a while?"

Locke raised his head upon hearing the sound, met Shang Yong'er's smiling eyes, and said bluntly, "I'm afraid that Miss Yong'er wishes for me to leave quickly right now?"

Yong'er was stunned for a moment, the smile on his face froze for two seconds, and he nodded frankly, "Yes, if possible, I certainly hope you can leave in a sensible way."

"Why? Miss Yong'er thinks that my existence poses a threat to you?"

Locke's tone was a bit unfriendly, and he didn't know if he was crazy at the moment, standing in the corridor and talking nonsense.

This is not the calm and self-sufficient him in his daily life. He must be completely crazy, driven crazy by Ou Lei's rejection!

Yong'er looked at Locke's mad eyes indifferently, and said in a calm voice, "Your existence did not pose a threat to me, but brought trouble to Brother Chama. I don't need to elaborate on the reasons for this. right?"

"Nonsense!" The expression on Locke's face was somewhat embarrassed, "There is no one who wants him to live a happy life more than me, and I will never cause him any trouble!"

"Then please, stay away from Brother Chama, he needs a normal life, thank you."

Yong'er said, bowing slightly to Locke solemnly, "Also, Ou Lei's mother's health is very bad. I hope you don't make Brother Chama do something that he regrets for the rest of his life."

Yong'er said this sentence implicitly, but it fell on Locke like a thousand pounds.

Her meaning is self-evident, it is clearly to keep Locke away from Chamar, so that Ou Lei, who is already seriously ill, will not be stimulated, and there will be some mistakes that Chama will regret in the future.

"Miss Yonger is serious. If you don't do some things you have to do, you will regret it for life." Locke tried his best to smile freely, "If there is nothing else, can Miss Yonger let me be alone? The scenery here Seems pretty good."

On the opposite side of Locke, there is a piece of heather in full bloom, and the scenery is quite pleasing to the eye.

Yong'er knew that Locke didn't have much intention to appreciate it, but she still had a gentle smile on her face, "It's okay, some things are better to be figured out alone, so as not to make mistakes and regret later."

After finishing speaking, Yong'er turned around and walked towards the living room with a gentle smile on her face.

Her character has never been aggressive, as long as Locke doesn't make a scene, she will naturally not tear her face.

Right now, as long as she can marry Brother Chama smoothly, nothing else matters, and she really doesn't mind at all.

Even if she knew that Chama only had Locke in her eyes, she believed that it was only temporary.

When she really becomes his wife, she will definitely use her tenderness to soften him, become his hardened fingers, and pull him back to a normal life.

These are all things that Locke's identity cannot do, and the clever Yong'er understands them better than anyone else.

Yong'er left quickly, leaving Locke standing alone, feeling lost in his heart.

At this moment, Locke's mind was blank, and he didn't want to think about anything. He stared blankly at the heather blooming in front of him.

Rather than saying that he was contemplating, it would be better to say that he was waiting quietly for Chama's final answer.

He doesn't care about everyone's eyes and thoughts, the only thing he cares about is Chama.

He didn't want Chama to be in a dilemma and become an outlier that everyone criticized; he couldn't bear to part with the root of love that had been planted deep in his heart, and he couldn't stop.

Once some feelings are deeply planted, they can only be extinguished at the moment when life comes to an end...

It's like he knew that this was a difficult road, but he still jumped into it obsessively, and refused to repent and give up for many years.

Charma, what are you thinking?

Do you really want to obey your seriously ill mother and marry that girl with a gentle smile?

Locke's eyes were half-closed, hiding the fear and anxiety in his heart.

He can speak out countless modern and classical books without any effort, and devise strategies to resolve the ups and downs of the business world, but he can't do anything about the doubts hovering in his heart.

Since you can't get an answer, just wait quietly...

Locke sighed for a long time, looking into the distance through the overlapping heather flowers in full bloom, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

Waiting for the result is the most difficult. He either climbs to heaven from then on, or falls into hell in an instant.

And the current situation seems to be closer to the lifeless hell...

Locke stood outside alone, while Charma stood stiffly in the living room, with equally heavy eyes.

Just when Locke turned to leave just now, Charma wanted to chase him out.

But as soon as his feet moved two steps, Ou Lei grabbed his arm tightly, "Chama, where are you going?"

"Mommy, I want to take care of Locke. After all, he just came here not long ago." Chama shook his arm, trying to get rid of Ole's shackles.

However, Ou Lei shook her head slowly, her tone so serious that she would burst into tears almost in a second, "Chama, you promise Mommy that you will not follow your uncle's old path, promise it quickly, otherwise Mommy will not die. Rest in peace!"

"Mum, please don't say this kind of thing again, okay? You are in good health, don't always talk about it."

Chama answered evasively, not daring to look directly at Ou Lei's question.

Knowing the son is Mo Ruomu, Ou Lei has already understood from Chama's every move that he wants to avoid him.

However, for the rest of Chama's life, Ou Lei has already made up her mind.

Even if you risk your own life, you still have to make a future for Chamabo!

She didn't want her son to be a joke in other people's mouths. He should have a gentle and considerate wife, a child who frolics around her knees, and a warm home!

"Promise me...cough cough..." Ou Lei coughed again in agitation, unable to speak at all, "Promise Mommy, cough cough cough..."

She was coughing badly, as if a hole had been broken in her lung, and it seemed that it would pop out of her chest cavity at any time, which made the already weak and sick look even more terrifying.

"Mum, don't talk yet. I'll pour you a glass of water to moisten your throat." Chama comforted Ou Lei repeatedly, afraid that she would suddenly spit out blood if she continued to cough.

"Don't..." Ou Lei held Chama's hand tightly, not letting him leave at all, "Don't go, my child, ahem...promise Mommy, marry...marry Yong'er, or I will die...I won't even die Rest in peace..."

After Ou Lei finished speaking intermittently, her already weak lungs began to cough maniacally again, out of control to the point where she couldn't stop.

"Mummy...don't talk, just stop..."

Chama looked at Ou Lei distressedly, trying to persuade her to take a rest.

"puff!"