end of marriage

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After that, every time Zhou Luoyan treated him well was based on the fact that female O's physical condition was still stable.On the contrary, if there is anything abnormal about the female O, Zhou Luoyan's mood will start to fluctuate.

Stick to him and abuse him.

Too many alternations of enthusiasm and indifference made An Mo lose his expectation.

Without expectations, there will be no more disappointments.

Zhou Luoyan was so busy that day that he didn't come home until very late. An Mo thought too much about things and fell asleep deeply.

Zhou Luoyan didn't bother him. After washing himself, he got into bed and hugged An Mo into his arms.

An Mo is afraid of the cold, and when someone hugs him, he can't help but stick into his arms again and again.

Zhou Luoyan bent his mouth and kissed his eyes.

An Mo's eyelashes trembled a few times on his thin lips, woke up from sleep, and dazedly grabbed Zhou Luoyan's shoulder.

Zhou Luoyan lowered his head and asked, "Brother, were you woken up by me?"

An Mo didn't realize it for a long time, and murmured, "Zhou Luoyan..."

"Ok?"

An Mo buried her head in his chest: "Do you like my eyes very much?"

After finishing speaking, his incomplete consciousness gradually came back, and he was stunned for a while.

Zhou Luoyan answered without hesitation: "Of course I like it, brother, you don't know how beautiful your eyes are."

An Mo suddenly raised his head, and the female O's eyes similar to his appeared in his mind, and he shook his head bitterly: "No, no, Zhou Luoyan, don't lie to me."

"I didn't lie to you!" Zhou Luoyan hastily denied, rubbing the end of his eyes with his thumb, "Brother, you don't know, you are so beautiful."

So beautiful.

"From a strand of hair to my toes, I feel so beautiful."

"Of course." Zhou Luoyan smiled slightly, "I like brother's eyes the most."

An Mo let go of the fingers holding his arm, raised his head, turned sideways, and put a little distance away from him.

Zhou Luoyan was a little helpless, why, is it wrong to praise him for being beautiful?

An Mo thought, this man is full of lies. He once said he was ugly, but now he often talks about his beauty. Besides...

Furthermore, he may just like his almond eyes, and he also likes the old man he sees through these eyes.

Zhou Luoyan naturally didn't know what was going on in his mind, so he forced An Mo into his arms and kissed his hair: "Brother, I suddenly want to have a good time with you."

An Mo closed his eyes and did not answer.

But Zhou Luoyan became serious. After that day, he would go home very early every day, and Omega never appeared in front of them again.

Zhou Luoyan pestered An Mo whenever he had nothing to do, and his mouth was like touching honey every day, saying sweet words of love to him, and occasionally taking him out for a meal or watching a drama.

An Mo looked stubborn, but his heart was actually softer than anyone else's. From his refusal to Zhou Luoyan's behavior at the beginning to his hesitation at this moment, he gradually believed that he really wanted to start over with him again.

Sweet words are the most gentle poison, and his liking for Zhou Luoyan is Zhou Luoyan's greatest capital.

While An Mo was sober in his heart, he couldn't control himself not to sink into the castle in the sky built by Alpha.

It's just that he has always lost his happiness, and he can still believe in the innocence and persistence of happiness.

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A few days later, Zhou Luoyan went to a nursing home with a quiet environment alone.

He actually invited several well-known experts from abroad to treat a patient here, and now it happened to be the appointed time.

The patient's name was Ji Qing—that is, the girl O that An Mo had seen before.

However, the results of the treatment were still unsatisfactory. Ji Qing's brain consciousness was in a dormant state of 85%, and it was difficult to respond to the outside world.

Zhou Luoyan was used to such ineffective attempts, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

He sat quietly beside Ji Qing, fetched a basin of water, wiped her face and hands gently, and smiled with the corner of his mouth hooked: "Sister, are you really not going to wake up?"

The beautiful and frail woman O on the bed was as quiet as a cloud of air that would be blown away by the breeze at any time.

"It doesn't matter if you don't wake up, as long as you can still be by my side, even if you fall asleep, I don't care."

"Sister, the jacaranda flowers withered a lot today. I was afraid that you would be sad, so I asked Cui Shu to transplant some more. It's just that it is too difficult to plant in winter, and it will take you a long time to see them."

"You won't blame me, will you?" Zhou Luoyan finished speaking, apologetic, and gently held her hand, "I have done a lot of things wrong, today, I will confess my mistakes to my sister."

"I've been nice to him lately."

"I didn't torture him any more."

"He...he lost a lot of weight."

Zhou Luoyan felt a stabbing pain in his heart, paused for a long time, and then quickly explained: "It's not that I'm soft-hearted, I... still hate him."

"It's just that you can't be so bad to him all the time, right? If he is so stubborn, it would be no fun if I forced him to run away."

He talked to himself and deceived himself and others, and in the end, annoyed and confused, he changed the subject.

Just like that, an hour later, he walked out of Ji Qing's ward, took a look at the gray sky, and felt empty for a while.

At this time, the phone made a "ding" sound, and he looked down. It was An Mo who sent it: [What do you want for dinner? ]

At that moment, all Zhou Luoyan's irritability and guilt towards Ji Qing completely disappeared.

Only the bowl of hot soup that An Mo cooked for him in the cold winter was left.

He couldn't describe his feelings at this moment, he didn't know how to describe the feelings in his heart, but he simply had the warm idea of ​​going home immediately, like a tired bird returning to the forest, and a lonely boat docking on the shore.

Exactly the same as three years ago——

Three years ago, one afternoon in midsummer, Zhou Luoyan picked a bunch of jacaranda flowers from Ji Qing's garden, and she saw her.

Ji Qing smiled and asked him: "Ah Yan, what are you doing picking my flowers?"

Zhou Luoyan turned around in embarrassment, her broken hair broke through the midsummer breeze: "Sister, I..."

"I...that accidentally offended a person and wanted to give him something."

"But, flowers are for people you like."

"Who likes him!" Zhou Luoyan's face changed, "Okay, okay, it's not a big deal."

"If you give flowers to someone you like," Zhou Luoyan smiled slightly, "That's also for my sister."

He did give the flowers to Ji Qing in the end.

When he turned around again, the word "like" that Ji Qing said burst out in his mind, and his current feelings were also in his heart.

It was indescribable, as if the heart had been torn apart bit by bit.

The distance from the hospital to the villa is not far, and it only took Zhou Luoyan half an hour to go home.

When he opened the door of the villa, An Mo was wearing an apron and was serving dishes to the dining table one by one. When he heard the movement, he raised his head and said in a calm voice, "You are back."

As soon as Zhou Luoyan loosened his tie, without changing his shoes, he strode towards him, put his arm around his thin waist, lifted him to the dining table, leaned over and kissed him, and clasped his waist. finger, smiled and said, "Brother, I miss you so much today."