S City, sunny March.

Xia Nian took her daughter Xia Zimo to purchase from the supermarket of a large shopping mall, looking at the cute little appearance of her six-year-old daughter carrying a shopping bag, Xia Nian smiled with a grim face, and took the shopping bag from her daughter's hand.

"Mommy, I can do it, I've grown up, I'm amazing. Little Lori Xia Zimo raised her head and looked at Xia Nian with a serious face.

"Yes, you're grown up. Xia Nian nodded affirmatively, and then nodded again, "However, the weight in this shopping bag is not within the range you can bear, so can you help Mommy get this?"

As he spoke, Xia Nian stopped and took out a 2.5-kilogram bottle of laundry detergent from another large shopping bag in his hand to his daughter.

Little Lori pursed her lips and glared, expressing her dissatisfaction with Xia Nian's behavior of underestimating herself.

Suddenly, little Lori pointed at the big screen in front of her and shouted, "Mommy, look, does that uncle on the big screen look like me?"

Xia Nian looked in the direction of her daughter's finger, but in an instant, tears wet her eyes.

The man on the big screen is still the same as back then, with a knife-like facial contour, a straight nose, ink-like sword eyebrows, deep black eyes, neat short hair, and still looks so handsome and clear, and it looks so good-looking that people's eyes are pantothenic.

The only difference was the light in his dark eyes.

She clearly remembered that when he looked at her, his eyes were always full of tenderness and happiness.

But now, all she saw in his eyes was a chill that made people shudder.

"Mr. Mo, I'm here to gossip about all the female friends who follow you, I heard that you and your girlfriend are about to have a good time, is this true?" Xia Nian clearly heard the financial beauty host on the big screen ask.

"This is my personal question, I can leave it unanswered. On the big screen, there was no warmth on Mo Xize's face, and there was no room for refusal.

"Mommy, who is that uncle and what does it have to do with us?"

Her daughter's voice suddenly pulled Xia Nian's thoughts back, and she looked away with difficulty, forcing back the tears in her eyes, "Mommy doesn't know him, there are many similar people in the world, aren't they?" So, he looks very similar to you, I think it should be a coincidence." ”

An inexplicable sense of loss surged in Xia Zimo's heart, how she hoped that one day, a strange man would suddenly appear in front of her and tell her that he was her father, so that her mother would no longer have to be just a person working hard to earn money to support her and her grandmother, and she would have to ask a nurse to take care of her grandmother.

"Okay, I see, let's take the bus home. ”

Xia Nian handed the laundry detergent in her hand to her daughter, put away the painful dullness in her heart, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go wait for the bus to go home." ”

Sitting on the bus, when the car started, Xia Nian's eyes involuntarily looked at the big screen that was gradually moving away outside the car window, and the memory was like a movie rewinding, re-showing scene by scene.

Seven years ago, she really thought that he was just a lowly employee of Huasheng International Group, the largest multinational company in S City, but she never thought that he was the only successor of Huasheng International Group.

If she had known at the time, she would not have provoked him, let alone been entangled with him night and night, until two months later, when Wang Zihao, who was still her husband, threw a bed photo of two people in front of her, slapped her hard and put her under house arrest, she had no choice but to part with him.

Since then, seven years have passed, or from seven years ago to forever after, and she has never had the opportunity to stand in front of him again, quietly listening to the frequency of his breaths and inhales, and feeling the temperature of his body that melts her at the touch of his body.