Text]32o. Because of the pain, it is more difficult to give up

Long Moxuan held her hand, put the other hand on her forehead, and said with a smile: "Yurou, before you appeared, I was not afraid of anything, not even death. But now, I'm afraid of death. Especially, you are by my side and you have our child in your belly. I am afraid of death, afraid that death will separate us, afraid that if I die, I will no longer be able to take care of you, afraid that if I die, I will never have a chance to make up for the mistakes I have made, or even say a word to you...... Sorry ......"

Leng Yurou's heart was shocked, and she looked at Long Moxuan in surprise. Didn't he choose Ling Xuewei?

Long Moxuan put his finger on her lips, forbidding her to speak, and continued to smile: "You also said at the time that you want money and love." Having money can make your family happy, and having love can make you happy. Yurou, since you are married to me, I hope that I am the one who can provide you with everything all the time. It not only makes your family's life good, but also gives you happiness and joy. So, in the past, I didn't want you to be a star just to make money, and I tried to secretly let reporters break the news about your pregnancy. I thought I was doing the right thing. Now I know, "It's my fault, I haven't considered your feelings, and I haven't communicated with you, doing this self-righteous must make you very uncomfortable, right?"

Leng Yurou was a little moved. She never thought that Long Moxuan would say that he was wrong so frankly, instead of simply apologizing. It seems that Long Moxuan has indeed realized the mistakes he has made.

Long Moxuan continued: "Ling Xuewei is the person I loved in the past, and I don't want to find any reason to hide what you have seen. However, the truth is that the only person I love now is you! Ling Xuewei is already in the past tense. I won't see her again, and I won't have anything to do with it. Yurou, for the sake of the baby in my belly, give me another chance, let me make up for my mistakes, let me take good care of you, and let's start again, okay?"

Looking at Long Moxuan's deep black eyes, the cold rain soft ghost nodded in a daze. Although I still can't let go of the fragrant picture I saw that morning. But she knows that no marriage can be complete and infinite, and there is no couple who does not encounter any problems. The most important thing is that two people are willing to communicate openly and honestly, still love each other and solve the problem together.

She even looked forward to crossing this cut, maybe their relationship would have a qualitative leap.

Long Moxuan's smile became brighter and brighter. He didn't expect that things would go smoothly beyond his expectations. The two lay side by side, he held Leng Yurou's hand, leaned over, and kissed Leng Yurou's forehead lightly, and then kissed Leng Yurou's lips.

Leng Yurou's face turned red, and she whispered: "Don't be like this, everyone else is looking at us." ”

Long Moxuan gently gnawed on her honey-like lips, and only reluctantly left after half a ring, his low voice was extremely charming, and he smiled: "What are you afraid of, you are my woman." ”

Leng Yurou smiled awkwardly, and immediately stretched out a hand to touch her lips, but she couldn't help but think of the picture of Long Moxuan and Ling Xuewei hugging each other passionately that night. She stood in the doorway, watching the two of them kiss each other frantically.

And now, I just kissed my own lips, and not so long ago, I kissed other women......

Long Moxuan saw that Leng Yurou's face was not good, and he hurriedly asked with concern, "Yurou, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay...... Maybe a little airsickness, too tired, I slept for a while. ”

"Okay, sleep, I'll call you when it's time. Long Moxuan gently stroked her face and said.

Leng Yurou forced herself to squeeze out a smile, then turned her head and looked at the changing clouds outside the window, and a thousand thoughts flashed in her heart.

thought that as long as he was willing to turn back, as long as the two still had love, forgiveness was a very simple thing. Now I know that sometimes, it is easy to hate, but it is extremely difficult to let go of hate and love again.

How could she forget the picture of Long Moxuan embracing other women? How could she pretend that everything had never been born?

As soon as I think about it, my heart will sting slightly, like being cut by a knife.

After the plane landed, there were already limousines waiting outside the airport. The driver, who was wearing a uniform and white gloves, opened the door of the rear compartment, and Long Moxuan gentlemanly blocked the roof with his hand, letting Leng Yurou go in first, and then went in by himself.

Along the way, the driver drove smoothly and quietly, and it was almost impossible to feel that the car was coasting.

Leng Yurou sat in the back compartment, looking at the scenery outside the window, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's still good to be rich, no matter where you go out, there are drivers waiting at any time." It's like when I call a taxi, the taxi is always late. ”

Long Moxuan glanced at her, suddenly remembered something, smiled slightly, and said, "My money is your money, you can naturally call a driver." This Uncle Zhang has been driving a car for more than 30 years, and he originally drove for the political leaders, and the driving is very smooth, right? I specially hired it, so that you will not feel tired when you are pregnant and ride in the car. ”

Leng Yurou looked at him and didn't speak.

Long Moxuan continued: "However, in the future, when you have a child, I still suggest that you learn to drive by yourself." It's more convenient to drive by yourself. ”

Leng Yurou looked at Long Moxuan and asked, "What do you want to say?" He had obviously investigated the cause of his mother's death, so he must have known that he was afraid of driving.

Long Moxuan held her hand and said brightly: "I want to tell you that life is not for you to blindly escape. How long can you run away? What you have to face, you have to face after all. ”

Leng Yurou knew that Long Moxuan was doing it for her own good, but no matter how she heard it, she felt that what she meant meant to let herself face the matter between him and Ling Xuewei, so she just withdrew her hand at the moment, and said a little unpleasantly: "Got it." ”

Long Moxuan smiled bitterly, in order to hide his embarrassment, he took out his mobile phone and made a call to Lin Jianhua, wanting to inform him that he and Leng Yurou would soon arrive at the hospital.

Who knew that Lin Jianhua told him that Xiao Yi had been discharged from the hospital yesterday and was now going home for observation. Long Moxuan was helpless and asked in astonishment, "Wasn't it discharged from the hospital today?"

Lin Jianhua on the other end laughed at him: "I thought you really cared about Xiao Yi, I can't even remember the day he was discharged from the hospital, it was yesterday." ”

Long Moxuan hung up the phone and said to the driver: "Turn around and go home." ”

Leng Yurou looked at him and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

Long Moxuan said helplessly: "Xiao Yi has already gone home yesterday, let's just go back directly." ”

Leng Yurou glanced at him strangely, but didn't say anything. When passing by a flower shop, Leng Yurou wanted to let the driver stop, but Long Moxuan said that Xiao Yi was a boy and didn't like these flowers. If you want to welcome him out of the hospital, the best gift for him is a piano, which he hasn't played for a long time.

Leng Yurou pondered. She remembered that Long Moxuan once mentioned that the nine-year-old Xiao Yi had already obtained the International Pianist Grade 7 Certificate and was obsessed with the piano. It was after he fell ill and had to be hospitalized that Xiao Yi had to give up the piano and never touched the piano again.

It's something you once loved, no matter how much time has passed, no matter how much pain you have experienced, you will never forget it, and it's even harder to give up, right?