CEO Overlord Love: Contract Lover

Mengyao walked out of the ward and looked around.

She found that the corridor was empty and there was no one there.

"Hey."

She sighed in disappointment.

In fact, she secretly hoped that what Pooh said was true.

If what Pooh says is true.

Doesn't that mean that Yang Xi is not dead?

But how is that possible.

He is obviously dead.

It's been five years now.

Or his bones are oxidized and gone.

......

She didn't go back to Pooh's ward right away.

If she went in now, Pooh would definitely see through that she was lying to her.

So she's better off wandering around.

After some time, go back to the ward and lie to Pooh, saying that she has found the ghosts and killed them.

It is winter now.

The temperature here is much colder than that in Africa.

She was a little uncomfortable, stomped her feet on the spot, and rubbed her hands.

It took dozens of seconds before she got used to it and walked towards the elevator.

She took the elevator to the garden of the hospital.

This is a mental hospital, and many patients are monitored, so the garden is very quiet, only she is alone.

It is already past seven o'clock in the evening.

The sun had gone down, and the twilight stretched from the shore to the little lake in the garden.

The sky is very dark, and the sky is full of rays of setting sun, making the dark night near the curtain dark and gloomy.

The mist of the autumn night filled the land, the dim daylight was giving way to darkness, and a deep and sacred blackness and peace enveloped the surroundings.

The gardenias beside the small lake are blooming just right, exuding an elegant and strong fragrance.

What a sight.

The scenery here is naturally not as magnificent as that of West Africa, but it is a bit more elegant, intoxicating and fascinating.

......

She looked at the lake for a long time, and finally got a little tired.

She looked up at the sky and found that it was getting late, so she planned to go back to the ward to see Pooh.

When she returned to the ward, Pooh was still curled up in fear, her whole body trembling.

"I'm back." She closed the door, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

She reached out and patted Pooh on the head, trying to squeeze out a smile to comfort her: "Pooh, guess where Mommy went just now?"

Pooh shook his head with a pale face, and his eyes were obviously evasive, as if telling that she didn't want to know at all.

"Pooh, I saw those ghosts you mentioned!" She ignored Pooh's evasion, and directly said the news she was most afraid of hearing.

"No, I won't listen! I won't listen! Please stop talking!" Pooh stretched out his hands to cover his ears, his body trembling even more than before.

"I haven't finished yet, how do you know if it's good news or bad news?" She pulled Pooh's hand off and held it in her own.

Pooh's lips trembled a few times, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

Her face was full of terror, her complexion was so pale that there was no blood at all, only two big green eyes kept flickering.

A hint of distress flashed in Mengyao's eyes, but she quickly hid it and smiled at Pooh nonchalantly: "Pooh, I killed them all, and they said they would never pester you again!"

Pooh stared at her with wide eyes, as if he didn't quite believe it, but he still couldn't help asking her in a trembling voice; "Really...really?"

"Of course? Do you think your mommy is so useless that she can't even deal with the ghosts of some black slaves?" She answered Pooh firmly.

Pooh believed her words, and his face softened a little, but it was still full of fear.

Seeing that she was getting better, Mengyao finally let go of her holding heart.

She has done her best, and the doctor will do the rest.

"Pooh, go to sleep, I'll watch you here, no ghost will dare to catch you." She promised Pooh word by word.

"Yeah." Pooh nodded obediently, lowered his body and fell asleep on the bed.

Mengyao took the quilt and covered her.

Suddenly, she realized that the pillow on the bed had been thrown by the door by Pooh.

She had no choice but to get up and go to the door to retrieve the pillow, planning to put Pooh on it to sleep.

But the moment she turned around with the pillow in hand, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Ah! Ghost! It's a ghost!" Hearing the knock on the door, Pooh quickly got up from the bed, hugged his head and screamed.

Mengyao sighed, ignored her, turned around and went to the door to open it.

She had thought it would be a doctor or a nurse.

however.

neither.

......

"Ma'am, you left a bunch of keys in the garden just now." A terrifyingly familiar voice and a strangely familiar face were close at hand.

"...Yang Xi?" She didn't know how she called the name she hadn't said in five years, her throat was choked, and she was almost suffocated.

"Ma'am, do you know me?"

"What..." General despair rushed into her heart like a frenzy, making her feel cold all over.

He actually asked her.

Does she know him?

Is it.

Had he already forgotten her?

Correct,

How could she forget.

She has been disfigured.

How could Yang Xi remember her.

How could she remember such an ugly girl!

She lowered her eyes in an evasive manner, snatched the key from Yang Xi's hand with trembling hands, and then locked the door as fast as she could, blocking Yang Xi from the door.

She leaned herself against the door, paler than Pooh.

After a while, she looked down at the key in her hand.

It seemed that his residual warmth still remained on it.

how warm.

How cold it is.

Five years.

It turned out that he didn't die back then.

Five years.

It turned out that when they met again.

He has completely forgotten her.

That being the case.

Then... never see each other again.

......

She closed her eyes in despair, the scar on her face prickling with pain.

Actually at this very moment.

She wished she hadn't seen him.

She wished so much.

They should never meet.

She ignored Pooh's screams, went straight to the bathroom, and closed the bathroom door.

The soundproofing effect of the bathroom is very good. After closing the door, she can hardly hear Pooh's cry.

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.

Skin that becomes dark and dry.

The terrible scars on the face, the flesh and blood inside seemed to be clearly visible.

Such her.

She was afraid to see it herself.

......

She sat on the edge of the bathtub, holding on to the bunch of keys tightly, her heart dying.

The night is so long.

Horribly long.

Accompanying her, only those cold as frost tears.

As long as the midnight reincarnation, scarred heartbeat.

A touch of loneliness, tightly entangled, alone guarding the coldness of a window.

With a splitting headache, she messed up the hair all over her head.

At this moment, she is cowardly and terrifying.

Cowardly and pitiful.

It was he who made her understand what is strong, what is brave, what is cowardly, what is sad.

From the corner of her eye, she looked dimly at the scenery outside.

How much she wishes to secretly send her full of thoughts in the scenery on the other side,

Take a piece of sorrow as a guide and boil it into a cup of sake, and drink up the sorrow and despair of this lonely sorrow and joy under the moonlight of three thousand feet.

Woke up the next day.

She can never see him again.

never miss.

From then on...the two forget each other.

She once heard a saying.

It is better to forget each other and the rivers and lakes than to stay together.

Now that he has forgotten her.

Such a pitiful girl had no choice but to silently accompany her.

Not to bother anymore is her last tenderness.

......