Chen Xiaomo was a little surprised, raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him with a plump face, a warm smile, clear and deep eyes, and there was no slightest wave on his face, making it impossible to see his emotions.

It turned out that he had long known that the bristles were made by the second sister, but in the end, not only did he not expose her lies, but treated her better, why?

Chen Xiaomo was a little absent-minded, if she told Cao Yong that she not only robbed the second sister's things, but also killed the woman he loved the most with her own hands, would he still be so calm?

The more this is the case, the more Chen Xiaomo wants to know the final answer, and she wants to know whether her husband, who has lived with her for four years, is sincere in his kindness to her.

She closed her eyes, took a breath, and said lightly: "Brother Yong, I still remember that on the second day after we got married, that is, on this day of that year, I accidentally fell into the water and it was the second sister who sacrificed herself to save me. ”

Cao Yong was silent for a while, Chen Xiaomo felt that the snort he sprayed on his neck became a little heavy and unstable, and it took a long time to hear his deep voice: "Remember." ”

Chen Xiaomo smiled, his eyes were full of tears, he lifted the wine jug brought by Cao Yong, and poured it violently, but he drank too violently, choked in his throat, coughed twice, and the scattered wine wet his clothes, and it was cold and cold on his body just like her mood at the moment.

Cao Yong patted her back lightly and said with concern: "You are not in good health, don't drink it." ”

"You don't have to pretend to be a good person anymore, you've been pretending to be a good person for four years, four years, aren't you tired?"

Chen Xiaomo was already a little drunk, his thinking was confused, and all the emotions he had suppressed in his heart poured out, in fact, she had long seen that Cao Yong's meticulous love and care for her was a hypocritical face, he had actually hated her for a long time, but she always deceived and persuaded herself with all kinds of lies about loving him.

As a result, her family was ruined, her son died, her mother died, and now she has nothing, all thanks to Chen Xiaobei, the secrets buried in her heart for four years and the mask of her husband's coy posture pressed her almost out of breath.

Cao Yong was stunned, and suddenly saw Chen Xiaomo's feet slip at the moment he stumbled up, and he fell into the lake upside down, his eyes were quick, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Xiaomo......"

"Why save me, why didn't you let me die? Don't you hate me? Hate me for robbing my second sister of everything, even you. ”

Chen Xiaomo cried, crying so sadly, so sad.

She thought that Cao Yong would continue to pretend that Chen Xiaobei had nothing to do, which would make her think that he had really forgotten, until the deep and long, and sad sigh came out of his mouth, and the little hope she had in her heart collapsed.

A woman who loves deeply will become extremely sensitive.

Mo said that Chen Xiaomo, who had become nothing and had been in extreme pain for a long time, the only thing she could have was Cao Yong, but in the end, she never had it.

Cao Yong dragged Chen Xiaomo with great effort, and pulled her to the shore with all his strength: "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"I killed the second sister, I killed Chen Xiaobei, I killed her, now as long as you let go, you can avenge her, you let go, ......"

After the wine came up, although Chen Xiaomo stuttered clearly, his words were firm, like a hammer hitting Cao Yong's heart.

Cao Yong was stunned, his face full of gentle expressions all day long began to turn pale, his gentle eyes became ruthless, and the hand holding Chen Xiaomo gradually lost his strength, but it was just a blink of an eye, the ruthlessness in his eyes flashed, and he hurriedly grabbed her wrist again, and dragged her ashore.

Chen Xiaomo's trance-like eyes flew around erratically, and suddenly saw the wine jug next to him, picked it up three or two times and drank it clean, Cao Yong hurriedly snatched it down and smashed the wine jug: "You can't drink wine, don't drink it anymore." ”

"Don't do this to me again, or I'll really think you're in love with me, I don't want to ...... I don't want ......"

Chen Xiaomo beat Cao Yong's chest with both hands, eager to beat the man in front of him to death, Cao Yong's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, he endured the pain, and saw that she was paralyzed, so he carried her back to the room.

Ruyi, who followed them, had mixed feelings in his heart.

What kind of feelings does Cao Yong have for Chen Xiaomo, obviously he doesn't love her, and he also heard her admit the murder back then, not only did he not kill her ruthlessly to avenge Chen Xiaobei, but also treated her as gently as usual?

Ruyi supported her chin with one hand, and her head hurt when she thought about it.

Could it be that Cao Yong has fallen in love with Chen Xiaomo?

It's not right, otherwise how could he be so cruel as to poison the fetus in Chen Xiaomo's womb again and again?

It's too tangled, this nerve-wracking speculation, Ruyi thinks she will die many years earlier than other foxes, so let's keep looking.

Cao Yong put Chen Xiaomo on the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and quietly watched her sleeping, reached out to stroke her cheek, and said gently: "Silly girl, how can I not know that you killed Xiaobei?" It's just that Xiaobei loves you and loves you, even if you kill her, she never thought of seeking revenge on you, naturally I will love you as much as she loves you, let alone kill you. ”

After he finished speaking, when he got up to leave, Chen Xiaomo grabbed his hand and muttered his name in his mouth.

Cao Yong stopped, looking at this face that was becoming more and more the same as Chen Xiaobei, and his eyes became a little confused.

The first month is full of flowers, and there is a desolate moon in the sky.

Chen Xiaomo stood in front of the window for half a night, watching the moon sink to the horizon, she didn't dare to expect that there would be another child of Cao Yong, Cao Yong was not her favorite husband, but when she was a child, she took a fancy to him at first sight, he was the warmest sun in winter in her heart.

After nightfall, Chen Xiaomo took out the tender green butterfly mopping skirt that had been dusted for four years at the bottom of the box, walked through the garden, and walked all the way to the boudoir of the former second sister.

Half a month ago, this place has been completely converted into a special study room by Cao Yong, and he will sit at the table and write with bristles when he has nothing to do.

When Cao Yong saw her coming, he put down the pen in his hand, walked over and took her hand: "Why are you here?" ”

Chen Xiaomo's complexion was pale, looking at him from top to bottom, a few candles were dim, and his figure was shrouded in a halo: "In the afternoon, the doctor has come." ”

Cao Yong worried: "Are you sick?" ”

Chen Xiaomo pulled out his hand: "No, I'm just here to tell you that I'm pregnant, but I don't plan to ask for it." ”

After speaking, he left in a hurry, leaving Cao Yong with a back, dignified and tall, with a slim back outlined by the tender green long skirt like a weed swaying on the edge of the cliff, full of vitality but with a touch of sadness.

Cao Yong looked at her distant back, his eyes were heavy and thoughtful.