She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

Zhou Gu subconsciously reached out to catch it.

When he saw the cover of the notebook clearly, he was stunned and didn't care to pursue the matter of Su Yun slapping him in public.

If he remembered correctly, his wife had often used this book to draw and draw in recent times, and he had bumped into her no less than five times.

Every time he wanted to look through it, she could cleverly avoid it, and he didn't care much about it afterwards.

Looking at this familiar book, he vaguely guessed something, and felt a slight intention of retreating in his heart.

He was afraid, afraid that the things inside were too cruel, afraid that he would fall into a deeper and more desperate hell.

He was even more afraid that the truth was clearly within reach, yet he would ignore it again and again, and in the end he could only linger in regret.

If all the truth was really recorded in it, and he passed it by again and again, how could he accept it?

Su Yun seemed to see his cowardice and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

She had already read the contents in the book, and to her, it was full of heartache and pity.

But to this scumbag, every word, every word, is like a knife piercing the heart, which can burn his heart to his bones and make him miserable.

Presumably Qingqing left this book to remind her of what the scumbag had done to her. It had the same function as the two embryo specimens.

Since this was Qing's last wish, she naturally had to do her best to help her achieve it.

You have to look at this piece of shit, and you have to look at it even if you don't look at it.

"Why, don't you even have the courage to face it? I'm just letting you see it. You know, you have experienced love firsthand.

Compared to the pain she endured, what is your heartache?Of course, you can also choose not to watch it..."

After saying that, she pretended to snatch the notebook from his hand.

Seeing this, Zhou Gu subconsciously took a few steps back. Holding his wife's ashes in one hand and his wife's diary in the other, he turned and walked towards the lounge nearby.

Su Yun wanted to catch up and say something stimulating, but was stopped by Su Zhan on the side.

"He can't bear the blow anymore. If you don't want him to die, don't torture him with words anymore."

Su Yun snorted coldly.

Yes, death is indeed a relief for this scumbag, and he cannot let him get his wish easily.

People like him should live in endless suffering with pain and regret, and die alone.

"Then what are you going to bury today? You can't accommodate him and wait until he figures it out before holding the funeral, right?"

Su Zhan frowned and tried to suggest, "Let's replace it with the clothes she wore before her death. I believe Zhou Gu will figure it out. After all, in China, it is important to lay her to rest."

"..."

After Zhou Gu walked into the lounge with the urn and notebook in his arms, he ordered A Kun to guard the door and not allow anyone to come in and disturb him.

Akun was worried that he couldn't figure it out, so he tortured himself again and vomited blood.

With his current physical condition, he really can't be stimulated anymore.

"Boss, my wife has endured so much because of the gentle and poisonous woman. You still want to avenge your wife, so you must take care of yourself."

Zhou Gu waved his hand with a tired look on his face and closed the door.

After moving his legs like lead with difficulty to the sofa area, he slid down the edge and collapsed directly on the floor.

Holding the urn in his arms, he opened the notebook cover bit by bit with trembling hands.

Suddenly, a line of beautiful small characters came into view:

'I always thought what he gave me was honey, but it wasn't until my intestines were pierced that I suddenly realized that what he gave me was arsenic.'

Just a few dozen words were like a three-foot-frozen blade, piercing his internal organs with blood dripping from his body.

Did she want to tell him with these words that she had mistaken arsenic for sugar?

After coughing twice, he turned another page.

This is the first diary entry, and the date shown above is 2015.

2015, 2022, eight years ago.

Did she really fall in love with him eight years ago?

But he didn't have any impression.

I can't figure it out, so I can only find the answer from the contents of the diary.