Black-bellied ex-husband don't get entangled

Yao Mujin looked at Lu Yibei who was playing computer games by himself in silence, and unconsciously tapped his finger on the table, his moving eyes were unexpectedly deep and unpredictable.

Yao Mujin's gaze was still indifferent, but there was something else in the depths of her pupils. That expression seemed to be to look at other people through Louis Bei.

"I want to go to Iguazu Falls the most, but I may never go there in my life."
"Why? Are you broke, or is your leg crippled?"

"Don't you think this place is better for two? You're so dull that everything looks the same to you."

When Li Junsheng was still alive, he said this to Yao Mujin in England.

At that time, Yao Mujin didn't understand the meaning of Li Junsheng's words. What's ridiculous is that after she understood, she could only regret it for the rest of her life.

How much bitterness in Li Junsheng's heart, how much despair of that hopeless love in her heart, as a younger sister, she didn't know it at all.

Because there was no Chen Huai, he finally failed to see the Iguazu Falls with his own eyes.

Now that he has Chen Huai, he wonders if they will see this waterfall that they have never seen in their lives.

At this moment, Yao Mujin actually had a strong desire, she wanted to pack her bags immediately, go to this place that Li Junsheng was thinking about, and leave behind Li Junsheng's wishes and thoughts on the edge of the moat that seemed to tear the sky apart.

But she can't just leave like this, she hasn't taken back the little thing that belongs to her.

"This place can be used by two people."
For some unknown reason, Yao Mujin said so, her small face was still tense, as if her eyes were cloudy and lonely covered by smoke and dust.

Hearing that Lu Yibei's typing hands paused, his thick eyelashes curled up even more than girls', like a small fan hanging halfway on the screen, he was silent for a long time, his voice was clear and still slightly dark, he said: "This place is suitable for Everyone, as long as you want to go."

The vague words were tainted with some emotions that Yao Muzhen couldn't understand. Yao Muzhen's pupils shrouded in smoke looked coldly at Louis Bei who was hanging his head in self-care. The empty pupils did not explore the mysterious things, but they were like Lin Yunchuan. The same is bottomless, with a little strangeness and danger.

I always feel that Louis Bei is not as simple as it seems.

Perhaps seeing the photo affected Yao Muzhen's mood, the conversation that was originally intended to be perfunctory, died halfway, Yao Muzhen smothered the wine in the glass with a cold face, put the empty wine on the bar, and walked straight to the master bedroom Go, "I'm asleep."

I don’t know when, Yao Mujin, who is 1 meters tall, is as thin as a paper, with a bathrobe draped over her body, like a child who has stolen an adult’s clothes, walking barefoot like bones on the sheep blanket, and her back looks lonely and fragile .

Yao Mujin is like an oil lamp that is about to go out, leaving only ruins to survive.

Yao Muzhen's thin back disappeared into the corner, and from the beginning to the end, Lu Yibei didn't raise his head, and he didn't even pause for a moment. The photos not only had a huge impact on Yao Mujin.

In the simple and stylish living room, only Lu Yibei was sitting on the sofa with his computer in his arms, and only one wall lamp was turned on. The light was dim and ambiguous, and the afterglow cast on Lu Yibei, coating his outline with a mysterious color .

It was only after a closer look that Louis Bei's affectionate eyes had already been attacked by the wind and snow, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and he was staring at the computer screen viciously, as if his hatred for this computer had penetrated into his bones.

The desktop of the computer was still the ordinary landscape picture, the man with the child smiling purely and happily.

The moment Yao Mujin closed the door, her straight waist suddenly collapsed, falling on the bed like a deflated ball, her eyes staring blankly at a point of nothingness, her expression dull like that of Li Junsheng before he was alive.

Li Junsheng died, but Yao Mujin was still alive. Yao Mujin lived for Li Junsheng, as if she could get closer to Li Junsheng, as if Li Junsheng would never leave.

Yao Muzhen loves to be in a daze. She is lying on a strange bed, looking at the ceiling indifferently. The KINGSIZE Simmons bed is slightly sunken, embracing Yao Muzhen in her arms. Under the spacious bed, Yao Muzhen is getting smaller and smaller, bright and empty. Eyes can always make people feel sad.

There was no familiar smell of Yao Muzhen in the nasal cavity. This was the first time Yao Muzhen slept on a bed that he had never slept in after Li Jun's death. It was late at night, but Yao Muzhen couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning.

Sure enough, she could only sleep if she hugged Li Junsheng's quilt. She seemed to have a disease, a disease that she couldn't live without Li Junsheng.

Yao Mujin raised her arms to cover her eyes, but why is her mind full of Lin Yunchuan now.

Finally escaped from Lin Yunchuan, she should be happy.

All she has to do now is to snatch the little things back, and then go back to England to start again, forgetting the people and things here, forgetting everything here.

Even though Li Junsheng and Su Xinru have been reduced to ashes, even though time has passed, Yao Mujin always feels that this is just a dream of hers, as long as she wakes up from the dream, Li Junsheng and Su Xinru will appear in front of her, Xiao Xiao and An An said with a smile, when They knew what they had dreamed, so they made fun of her for being mediocre, and then attended her wedding on Christmas Eve. Li Junsheng was the best man, Su Xinru was the bridesmaid, Xiaoxiao and An An were the flower girls, and Lin Yunchuan was the one she thought she could trust. Continue to live happily together.

There won't be too many conspiracy theories, too many calculations and interests, and too much resentment, only deeper love.

How absurd, Yao Mujin is still hoping to live a good life, why not?Why can't she be happy alone?Yao Mujin was thinking.

The notification sound of the text message broke the silence of the night, Yao Mujin kept the original movement, even the rise and fall of breathing could not be seen in the chest, as if she was sleeping peacefully.

After a long time, Yao Muzhen slowly moved his arm away from his eyes. The arm was pressed on the eyes for a long time, and his vision was blurred. The world made Yao Mujin uneasy.

She looked up at the bedside table, and she could barely see the mobile phone on the bedside table. She reached out to grab the mobile phone, but accidentally knocked off the teacup. Fortunately, there was a carpet on the floor, and there was only one sound. The teacup was intact, but spilled on the floor water.

Yao Muzhen sat up, bent down and put the tea cup back to its original position, leaned against the bedside and closed her eyes, and slowly opened her clear eyes again. After making sure that she could see clearly, Yao Muzhen stretched out her hand to the phone again.