Hundred Billion Sweet Wife: Husband's Favorite

Ouyang Tenghao hugged Ye Muxi tightly in his arms, and Ye Muxi began to cry. She lay in Ouyang Tenghao's arms, and said in pain, with a deep crying voice, "Mummy is gone, she Let's go, woo woo woo, what should we do?"

Ouyang Tenghao's heart seemed to be pulled together. Qi Wen looked at the two hugging people in front of him, and silently left the ward. He knew that what she wanted was not him.

Ouyang Tenghao hugged the little man in his arms even tighter, his voice was full of comfort and coaxing, "Okay, Xiaoxi, stop crying, okay? You still have me, you still have me."

Ye Muxi stopped talking, but kept crying in his arms, the tears soaked Ouyang Tenghao's shirt, he patted her on the back lightly, frowned slightly, just hugged her and stopped talking.

I don't know how long after this posture, Ye Muxi stopped crying, Ouyang Tenghao raised her pale little face full of tears, took out a square towel from his pocket, and wiped it for her gently and carefully tears.

Ye Muxi stared at Ouyang Tenghao in a daze, how warm this embrace was, how gentle this person was, suddenly, Ye Muxi subconsciously covered his lower abdomen.

She is pregnant again, should she tell the child's father the news?But Ouyang Tenghao is about to get married.

No, no, can't tell him, can't!There was a voice in Ye Muxi's heart constantly calling.

Lowering her head slightly, Ye Muxi cleared her throat. She reluctantly left Ouyang Tenghao's arms, then took the square scarf from him, and said weakly, "Thank you."

Ouyang Tenghao's movements were stiff, he sighed helplessly, Ye Muxi, what am I going to do with you?

"Anyway, you still have me, do you know?" Ouyang Tenghao put his hands on Ye Muxi's shoulders, looked at her affectionately, and said very seriously.

Ye Muxi's tears began to flow down again, she tried her best to smile bitterly at Ouyang Tenghao, and then nodded heavily.

With the help of Ouyang Tenghao and according to Ye Muxi's request, Xie Anhui's funeral was extremely simple. She buried her mother's ashes with her father's.

That day, before the snowflakes on the ground had had time to melt, the sky began to rain heavily again. Ye Muxi was wearing black clothes and sunglasses. Ouyang Tenghao and Qi Wen followed behind her side by side. A black umbrella braved the icy rain and came to the graves of Ye Haitian and Xie Anhui.

The heavy rain wet Ye Muxi's little face, and the strong wind blew her hair. She stood in front of her parents' grave in a glamorous manner, holding a bouquet of lilies in her hand. Although according to etiquette, chrysanthemums are used, but, mother Xie Anhui, I like lilies.

The rain kept falling, and Ye Muxi's eyes hidden behind the sunglasses had already started to flood with tears. She was too stubborn to let the tears flow down, and with a plop, Ye Muxi knelt down straight towards the grave.

Ye Muxi gently placed the lily in her hand in front of the grave, she opened her mouth, and the rain wet her lips, "Mommy, Daddy, please rest assured, I will be fine, you can finally be together forever Together."

Seeing this scene, the two big men behind couldn't bear it very much, and turned their eyes away one after another. Some hailstones began to mix in the rain and crashed down.

"Xiaoxi, let's go back. The ground is so wet. Get up quickly. I think my uncle and aunt will rest in peace. How can you make them rest assured?" Qi Wen stepped forward to persuade Ye Muxi.

Standing behind her, Ouyang Tenghao also took a few steps forward, pulling Ye Muxi up from the ground domineeringly, "Ye Muxi, I don't allow you to abuse yourself like this!"

Ye Muxi was so powerless that Ouyang Tenghao pulled her up, yes, she can no longer let her parents in heaven worry about herself, she must be strong, she cannot fall down!

Ye Muxi wiped off the wetness on her face casually, she couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, she stood up and bowed three times towards her parents' tombstone.

They were about to leave when they suddenly heard the sound of calm footsteps walking towards them, Ye Muxi turned his head, not far away Yan Yuchen was walking towards them with a bouquet of lilies in his hands.

In an instant, the anger and hatred made Ye Muxi's eyes burn red, and Yan Yuchen could only look at Ye Muxi deeply, with distant and sad eyes.

Ouyang Tenghao, who had been helping Ye Muxi hold the umbrella all this time, saw Yan Yuchen coming, and raised his eyebrows involuntarily. He would come too. For some reason, a vague sneer floated on the man's lips.

Ye Muxi watched Yan Yuchen come to her side helplessly, she sneered and stopped Yan Yuchen, "What are you doing here?"

Yan Yuchen, who was also wearing a black suit, ignored Ye Muxi's questioning. He turned around, bowed towards Xie Anhui's tombstone, and then placed the lily in his hand in front of the tomb.

No matter what kind of hatred, Xie Anhui has always been very kind to him, cherishing him as if he were his own son, it's only because she married Ye Haitian.

Ye Muxi's emotions suddenly burned, she picked up the lily flower that Yan Yuchen put down just now, and threw it at Yan Yuchen's body, she was as indifferent as ice, "Yan Yuchen, we Ye family members don't need your hypocrisy, Take your things and get out!"

Yan Yuchen's face was still calm and clear. He knew that Ye Muxi must hate him very much, but he didn't want to explain anything.

"Xiaoxi, I'm sorry." After hating for so many years, he finally lost to Ye Muxi in front of him, Yan Yuchen said softly.

Ouyang Tenghao and Qi Wen remained silent. After all, it seemed inappropriate for them to speak on such an occasion. Qi Wen looked worried, while Ouyang Tenghao looked ruthless.

"I'm sorry? If I'm sorry, can my daddy come back to life? If I'm sorry, my mommy doesn't have to die? Yan Yuchen, you killed them, didn't you want to kill everyone in the Ye family? You killed me, you killed me. Kill me!" Ye Muxi walked into the heavy rain, and the icy cold rain hit her frail body, Ouyang Tenghao's eyes burst out with a dangerous breath, this little woman actually abused herself so much.

Ouyang Tenghao stepped forward and hugged Ye Muxi. He looked at Yan Yuchen coldly, "Deputy Chief Yan, I think you should leave."

Seeing Ouyang Tenghao and Ye Muxi together, Yan Yuchen's eyes became even more sad. He looked at Ye Muxi and opened his thin lips again, "Xiaoxi, you don't understand many things. If one day, you really want to It's clear, if you want to know the truth, you can come to me anytime."

Saying that, Yan Yuchen looked at Ouyang Tenghao coldly, "I haven't changed, I've never changed, I've changed, it's always been you."

Turning around, the decisive back, this back, was presented in Ye Muxi's dream like a movie replay countless times, Ye Muxi wept softly, she looked at that back fiercely, for the first time, she hated it so much.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, Qi Wen was always worried about Ye Muxi's body, she was pregnant, how could she not pay attention, "Xiaoxi, you go back quickly, in such a cold day, your body is still..."

"Okay, let's go back." Ye Muxi quickly interrupted Qi Wen, worried that he would accidentally tell her about her pregnancy.

Qi Wen immediately understood what Ye Muxi meant, and stopped talking. Ouyang Tenghao let go of Ye Muxi in his arms, and the little woman suddenly became more numerous. He didn't want to force her now, but something was wrong, which always made him restless... …

The weather in M ​​City has always been howling with wind and snow. After Xie Anhui's funeral was over, Ye Muxi returned to the long-sealed home through Ouyang Tenghao's relationship.

Xie Anhui left a suicide note to Ye Muxi under Xie Anhui's pillow. She told Ye Muxi in her heart that there was still a floral cheongsam at home that she had always liked, and she hoped that Ye Muxi could take that cheongsam back.

All the rest were words of encouragement and comfort to Ye Muxi, but this matter made Ye Muxi feel a little strange, why didn't her mother tell her about this matter before, why did she let her go home after she passed away What about the cheongsam?

After thinking about it, accompanied by Ouyang Tenghao, she walked into the home where she once held her beautiful childhood and youthful years, and gently pushed open the door, and a handful of dust fell down. There has been no one here for a long time. coming.

Ye Muxi raised her eyes, and there were ripples in her big beautiful eyes. The decoration in the house was still the same, she walked slowly inside, her hand gently caressed the rocking chair that Ye Haitian liked to make when he was alive, planted by his mother Xie Anhui. The potted plant has withered.

Yan Yuchen's calligraphy was still pasted on the wall, and the trophies she had won in school were placed in the bedroom. They were kicked out of Ye's house that day. Time was too hasty, and she hadn't had time to return all these memories. .

Ouyang Tenghao frowned all the time, watching Ye Muxi walking up and down the house quietly, he knew that she was missing her.

Upstairs, Ye Haitian and Xie Anhui's bedroom used to be turned into a very messy room. Ye Muxi's eyelashes trembled slightly. She walked towards the closet and took down the cheongsam that Xie Anhui mentioned in the letter.

Dark background patterns, embroidered with delicate and beautiful flowers, this cheongsam should be the wedding dress made by her grandmother who had never masked her face, Ye Muxi's tears dripped onto the dress carefully, she quickly regained her senses .

She left her parents' room, and then came to her former room. Everything in it was the same as before. She touched her desk, her princess bed, and her abandoned puppets.

Ouyang Tenghao put one hand in the pocket of his trousers, and came to a glass cabinet. There were some photos of Ye Muxi from childhood to adulthood, some of them together, and some of her alone.

The man stretched out his long finger and took out the photo of Ye Muxi when he was a teenager. At that time, Ye Muxi had a unified expression, which was smiling.

It can be seen from these photos that Ye Muxi was happy and happy at that time.