Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

Cui Junning leaned weakly in He Qinggui's arms. She felt colder and colder and could only draw warmth from He Qinggui's body.

She reached out and gently stroked He Qinggui's cheek, her eyes filled with reluctance.

"Husband, you must be happy, truly happy.

The wife I find next time must be prettier and smarter than me, otherwise I will not be reconciled."

"How could such a good person like you be harmed by me?"

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Cui Junning's last words were filled with regret, reluctance, and a hint of pride.

Mother, I have found someone who is sincere to me.

I am coming down to keep you company now, and to tell you what a good fellow your son-in-law is.

Cui Junning wanted to give a few more instructions about the child, but she no longer had any strength.

The hand that lingered on his face dropped down weakly.

He Qinggui grabbed the hand, his face expressionless, as if he was a person asleep, calm and peaceful.

Just a tear flowed from his eye and dripped onto Cui Junning's hand.

He Qinggui usually answered every question Cui Junning asked, and this time was no exception.

"How can I be truly happy without you, Ningning?"

"I will not marry any other wives. You are all I need. I already have the best one. I don't want any other."

"It's me who hurt you, it's me who hurt you, Ningning, it's me who hurt you..."

If I hadn't taken you back to the He family, if I hadn't married you.

The child, who had been well-behaved in the doctor's arms, suddenly let out a loud cry, adding a bit of life to the silent delivery room.

He Qinggui hugged Cui Junning, feeling her last bit of warmth, and lost all reaction like a statue.

The doctor didn't dare to disturb him, so he could only take the child and go outside to find his wife.

Mrs. He had already learned of Cui Junning's death, and she slumped in her chair with a pale face.

Only when the doctor handed the crying child to her arms did she finally cry out.

It was raining heavily and the sky was gradually becoming dark.

The person in his arms had already become cold, but He Qinggui was still unwilling to let go.

In the end, it was He Yanxiu who stepped forward to persuade his stubborn child.

"It's against the rules. Let someone wash and comb her hair. This is too undignified. She likes cleanliness the most. The child won't be happy."

He Qinggui kept looking at the person in his arms. Every time he looked at her, there was one less look.

Watching her go from warm to cold.

The rosy face that was always flushed turned gray.

The soft body gradually became stiff.

It was summer and the delivery room was not refrigerated. She had lost too much blood. He Qinggui had been holding her and no one dared to step forward to clean up.

Ningning, who usually exudes the fragrance of flowers and plants, would definitely not like this.

He Qinggui let go of his hand, and there was no life in his eyes.

Did she exchange her life for mine?

She saved me, but I killed her.

After Cui Junning's death, He Qinggui devoted all his energy to his career.

And busy days always pass so quickly.

After Cui Junning passed away, He Qinggui rarely returned to the He family and lived in the house arranged by the Cui family for Cui Junning.

A little kid in wisteria-colored clothes was hiding in the flowers, letting the maid who took care of him call him everywhere.

"Young Master, Young Master, where are you?"

"Young Master, please don't scare me, come out now!"

"Young Master, if you don't come out, I will go and call Aunt Baizhi!"

After hearing this, He Mocheng finally came out from the flowers.

The cute, fair face was filled with pride.

"You didn't find me!"

One of the beautiful maids came over and hugged him.

"Young Master, I know you are afraid, but don't do this again next time."

He Mocheng nodded perfunctorily. He would try to avoid meeting his father next time.

The father of this little guy is the famous Ice and Snow Speaker, He Qinggui.

No one has seen him smile in all these years, but there are rumors that he used to be a gentle and amiable person, who was laughed at for more than 3000 floors.

No matter how brave a person is, he would tremble uncontrollably upon seeing He Qinggui.

Although the parliament is an electoral system, He Qinggui is not friendly at all and is like a hell on earth.

But he is the founder of the republic and the person who is elected Speaker with the highest number of votes every year. The people are not stupid and they know who is truly good for them.

The twenty-four seats in parliament are elected by the people, who vote for them to work for the people.

He has been in power for so many years, and there are only two stains on him.

First, he forcefully purged the Wang family, which had been conducting human experiments. Some people criticized him for striking too broad a target.

There is no evidence for the second incident, just a rumor that he killed his own sister in a very cruel way.

The ratio of those who believe and those who don't is always 50-50.

But He Mocheng has always been reluctant to meet his father, not because he is scary.

He felt that he was the chosen one. Almost everyone was afraid of his father, even his grandparents.

But only He Mocheng, he was never afraid of him, no matter what he did, he didn't think his father was a terrible person.

The reason why he had always resisted seeing his father was simple.

Because every time his father saw him, he was unhappy.

He was already in a bad mood, and he felt even sadder when he saw him. He hoped his father would be happy.

Moreover, every time He Mocheng went to see his father, he would cover his eyes with white silk.

He heard from his grandmother that because his eyes looked exactly like his mother's, whenever his father saw his eyes, he would think of his mother.

If he covered these eyes, he would look 70% like his father, and his father would be able to see him.

No one wanted to talk to him about his mother, so the little boy could only guess on his own.

He wondered if his father hated his mother so much that he didn't want to see her eyes.

That's why people in this house are very secretive about talking about their mothers.

Because he hated his mother, he only saw her once a week.

But since he hated his mother and she had passed away, why didn't he remarry?

He had never asked anyone else this question, but when he went to see his father today, he decided to ask it himself.

The house where He Qinggui lived was a bit old and not worthy of his status at all, but it was kept clean and tidy.

He entered the study room according to the usual procedure.

He Mocheng's eyes were covered by white satin and he could not see anything. He could only feel himself being carried to a chair by the twin servants beside his father.

These are some old questions again.

What has he learned, has anyone bullied him, and what does he want.

When he was going to school before, someone tripped him, and He Mocheng mentioned it to his father.

The arrogant peacock transferred to another school after apologizing to him.

My father's voice was nice, but cold and emotionless, like a fake person.

Just when today's conversation was over and he was about to be carried away again, he suddenly lifted up the white silk.

A pair of bright and watery lychee eyes stared straight at He Qinggui and asked him seriously with a firm tone.

"You hate your mother, so you hate me too? If that's the case, why did you marry her in the first place?"

Tianyu and Tianqi didn't dare to move. This kid is a real tiger.

The two men, who had now become calm, once again had eyes like bells.

He Qinggui looked at the familiar pair of clear eyes and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Condensation.

This damn kid, how come he looks so much like you.

They all like to daydream.

"As a father, I don't hate your mother. I love her very much and that has never changed."