she fell from the galaxy

seaside.

The salty sea breeze blew over, messing up the three thousand hairs.

Zhu Wuyou's eyes were dull, holding her mother's urn in her arms, her heart swelled with an uncontrollable sourness
In accordance with Weng Xiaomei's last wish, her ashes were scattered into the sea after her death.

Weng Xiaomei, who was so beautiful during her lifetime and wandered among men in Vanity Fair, ended sadly after her death without leaving a trace.

The sea was turbulent, repeatedly beating against the reefs on the shore.

With the sea breeze blowing on his face, Zhu Wuyou's dry eyes began to moisten again.

The dead are the big ones, no matter how many bad comments and labels Weng Xiaomei had during her lifetime, they should disappear with the sea at this moment.

Zhu Wuyou raised his hand, watching the white powder disappear into the turbulent sea.

Tears fell without warning, and Zhu Wuyou's choked sobs merged with the whining of the sea breeze.

When Weng Xiaomei was born, she was not blessed by the people around her, but after her death, there were quite a few people who wished for her death.

Not all people with unfortunate native families will turn bad, but the shadow of a person's childhood will affect a person's life.

I hope that all children are born with blessings, and that all parents in the world are qualified.

Zhu Wuyou's heart was very involved, but the tears could no longer flow.

Everyone else watched from behind, only Lin Yunlang followed closely, for fear that she might not think about jumping into the sea for a while.

Until the urn was empty, Zhu Wuyou yelled to the sea: "Mom, you are finally free."

In the world of adults, men make money by conquering the world, women make money by pleasing men, each gets what he needs.

This seems to be understandable, and it is not determined by the environment.

From the beginning to the end, Lin Shaoshan, the man Weng Xiaomei loves and hates, never showed up.

*
In the distance, there was the sound of an engine.

Mo Sihan in a neat suit got out of the car and strode straight towards Zhu Wuyou's direction.

The outspoken Lin Yunyi couldn't help but sneer at him: "Hey, isn't this Mo's son-in-law? The mother-in-law's funeral has already been done, what are you doing now?"

Mo Sihan's thin lips were tightly pursed, his face was expressionless, he walked over in front of everyone solemnly, and stood in front of Zhu Wuyou: "Follow me home."

Zhu Wuyou looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a stranger: "I won't go back."

She looked at Mo Sihan with misty eyes, and it looked like she had just cried.

Mo Sihan narrowed his eyes, his brows became softer, and he reached out to pull her: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it when we get home, okay?"

All of Zhu Wuyou's emotions erupted suddenly. The moment he held her hand, she suddenly exhausted all her strength and shook him off: "I said I won't go back."

Mo Sihan pursed his lips, his stern facial features showed somewhat displeasure: "Zhu Wuyou, come and talk to me."

Zhu Wuyou's temper came up, and he pushed him away suddenly: "I don't."

Mo Sihan's pupils constricted for a moment, and his anger surged: "Zhu Wuyou, what are you making a fuss about? Forgot how you promised me before?"

Zhu Wuyou's face froze, and he sneered recklessly: "So what?"

This is the rhythm of her wanting to repent.

Mo Sihan was so angry that his face turned pale, and he tried his best to suppress his anger, and his voice gradually became harsh: "Zhu Wuyou, after the matter is over, you can turn your back on it, right?"

Zhu Wuyou's voice was broken and aggrieved, and his heart was ashamed and said: "People are going to die anyway, once the ashes are scattered, everything is gone, why bother?"

What she was implying was that she didn't want to bear him any more children at all.

Mo Sihan's black eyes fell on Zhu Wuyou indifferently, and there was a trace of helplessness and anger in his tone: "I know you are in a bad mood now, we will talk about this matter later. Your complexion is very bad, tell me Go home and rest well."

"Do you think she will live a hundred years after giving birth to a child? Then how could the little youth die?" Zhu Wuyou was speechless for a moment.

Probably Weng Xiaomei's death hit Zhu Wuyou too hard, or the successive double blows made Zhu Wuyou's nerves sensitive and fragile, and this old friend of depression was about to come to him.

Enraged by her words, Mo Sihan felt a dull pain in his heart, and his originally calm eyes became turbulent.

Xiaoqingtuan is Mo Sihan's reverse scale, and he will be angry if he touches it.

There was a chill in Mo Sihan's voice, with a bit of sarcasm: "Zhu Wuyou, your mother deserved to die."

For Mo Sihan, Weng Xiaomei deserved to die.

Among so many people who were looking forward to her death, Mo Sihan was probably the one who was looking forward to her the most.

Every word he said was like a sharp ice knife, piercing straight into Zhu Wuyou's heart, dripping with blood, the pain made her look hideous.

Zhu Wuyou's face turned pale, and he bit his lips tightly, almost surging with anger: "My mother is dead, are you still not satisfied? What do you want me, the daughter of an enemy, to do to make you satisfied? Mo Si Han, your motive for getting me pregnant, are you sure it's not revenge on our mother and daughter? Anyway, it's not like you haven't done this before."

Her words are stinging, like a string of thin needles piercing a person's body, even if the wound is bleeding, she can't see it.

"I don't want to talk to you." Mo Sihan pulled her wrist up, and said in a cold voice, "We'll talk about it when we go home."

*
"She said she didn't want to."

Lin Yunlang's deep and restrained voice came from above his head, and he quickly grabbed Zhu Wuyou's other arm with quick eyesight.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to fly from the eyes of the two men.

Mo Sihan's eyes were filled with gloom, and he swept his black eyes towards him with a cold gaze, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Boss Lin, you have crossed the line, it's not up to you, an outsider, to intervene in the affairs between our husband and wife."

"It's hard to say who is an outsider." Lin Yunlang smiled disapprovingly.

Family is always family. As for husband and wife, breaking up means strangers.

Lin Yunlang continued to make up the knife: "What's more, Wuyou doesn't want to entangle with you any longer."

The corner of Mo Sihan's lips twitched, and he said sarcastically, "Is that what she meant, or what you meant?"

Lin Yunlang frowned, and his voice was serious and low: "Auntie Weng meant it to be precise."

After a few seconds of silence, the cold voice sounded again: "That woman's words are not instructions, some outsiders will really add drama to yourself. Even if you want to be a male mistress and want to get involved, you have to look at her Will your husband give you a chance?"

Mo Sihan deliberately used the words 'her husband' to provoke Lin Yunlang and remind him who is her man.

There was disdain in Mo Sihan's tone, and the expression on his face was like an angry lion whose territory had been violated. The hand that was clenched tightly showed no intention of letting go.

His woman, when was it someone else's turn to touch her?
Lin Yunlang had no intention of backing down either, the three of them were in a tug-of-war situation instantly, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.

"What's the situation?" Su Banxia, ​​who was watching the battle, was stunned.

Lin Yunyi explained humorously: "Miss Su, can't you see that? Two big men are robbing a woman. According to the rules, whoever lets go first loses. Therefore, they are comparing endurance, perseverance and physical strength in this duel. "

Su Banxia gave him a hard look: "Why do you become a brother? It's this time, and you're still talking sarcasticly. You guys should think of a way."

The current situation is that Mo Sihan and Lin Yunlang are neither willing to give in, and Zhu Wuyou in the middle is the red rope that can decide who wins and who loses.

The scene was not without embarrassment.

Su Banxia yelled at the other side: "If you want to fight, you two go to the other side, if this continues, Wuyou's arm will be completely dislocated by you."

None of the two present listened to her reminder.

Lin Yunqing suddenly thought of a solution, and then blurted out: "Shall our five brothers go over and beat up Mo Sihan together?"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp gaze like the tip of a knife swept towards him from behind.

Lin Yunqing looked back subconsciously, only to see Mo Sihan's driver, Yan Qing, standing not far away.

Lin Yunyi cleared his throat: "Yunqing, do you have the confidence to subdue the bodyguard behind you? If so, we brothers will go up."

He remembered that this Yan Qing was very skilled, and the four brothers of the Lin family might not be able to defeat him even if they joined forces.

Lin Yunqing felt guilty for a moment, and said stubbornly: "If you can't beat him, you have to beat him, at worst, we will go to the hospital together."

Su Banxia stomped her feet anxiously: "Why do men like to fight so much, are beasts difficult to tame?"

She suddenly thought of someone: "Oh, by the way, I can call Duan Jingtian, isn't he a good friend of Mo Sihan's?"

Su Banxia hurriedly dialed Duan Jingtian's phone number, the other end of the phone was flattered, and rushed over after hanging up the phone.

*
Seven minutes later, the three parties were still in a confrontation.

Here Mo Sihan increased the strength of his hands, while Lin Yunlang had no intention of letting go.

Zhu Wuyou's two arms felt a pain, and she couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at them: "You all let me go!"

Mo Sihan and Lin Yunlang are like wooden figures possessing their bodies, and I stand still.

Zhu Wuyou gritted his teeth and threatened coldly: "Mo Sihan, if you don't let go, I won't be polite to you."

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

It was obvious that no one took her warning seriously.

Zhu Wuyou became angry, and he opened his mouth to show his fangs and bit down on it.

There was severe pain in his arm, Mo Sihan groaned in pain, his brows were furrowed, but he remained unmoved.

Smack so hard!

This woman is a dog, and she is addicted to biting people.

Tasting a bloody smell in his mouth, Zhu Wuyou let go, the two rows of neat imprints on Mo Sihan's hand where he was bitten were impressively visible, as if bright red blood was flowing out.

Even so, Mo Sihan still did not let go.

This is a matter of a man's dignity, and whoever loves him will be ashamed.

Zhu Wuyou's eyes were stung by the bright red on his hand, and he asked him with a trembling voice: "You still don't let go, do you?"

"You are my wife, you want me to let you go, unless I die." Mo Sihan's eyes were determined, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

childish!

There are still two people who are in charge.

Zhu Wuyou really had no choice but to turn to Lin Yunlang and say, "Brother, I'll go over and talk to him."

Lin Yunlang frowned, and persuaded her lightly: "Wuyou, ignore him, and don't be afraid of him."

Zhu Wuyou sighed: "But the matter between me and him will be resolved sooner or later."

She was right, impulsiveness cannot solve the problem.

In the end, Lin Yunlang was the first to let go, and his reason was that he didn't want her to get hurt.

The two chief executives ended this meaningless 'tug-of-hands' in such a boring way.

When Duan Jingtian arrived in a hurry, the show had already ended, and he, the melon eater, didn't even get the melon skin.