Hearing this, Tang Xiaoran's actions paused in the air, did not fall, did not lift, and remained as they were, not moving.

Zuo Qingrou...... Zuo Qingrou...... Zuo Qingrou......

She originally thought that when she heard this name again, she would no longer feel any more pain in her heart, but in fact, it was not, a trace of pain came from the bottom of her heart, like the pain of pulling silkworms and peeling silk, dense, and there seemed to be an electric current running through the soles of her feet.

She had been married to him for eight years, and the name Zuo Qingrou had also existed in her marriage for eight years, occasionally, sometimes, every now and then.

Eight years, ninety-six months, countless days and nights, Tang Xiaoran felt that he had become numb and had no feelings, but he was not.

It was nothing more than her self-righteous thoughts and thoughts.

There was no sleepiness anymore, she lifted the quilt, got up gently and went to the living room, poured a glass of water, and drank it lightly.

She used to think that even if a man loves a woman, how long can he love and how deeply?

Zuo Qingrou is dead, how long can he hold on to an ethereal memory and love? The sun turns and the stars move, the moon sets and the moon rises, day and night alternate, and one day, he will forget it.

In such a gorgeous world of material and dark desires, even if she can't get into his eyes, there will be other beautiful women walking into his sight.

Tang Xiaoran even imagined that maybe one day, Su Zhengxiao would stand in front of her with a woman more beautiful than Zuo Qingrou and let her divorce.

However, she didn't expect that a woman would stay in his heart for eight years and never forget, he was not affectionate, but too affectionate.

Or it can be said that he is affectionate to her, and Zuo Qingrou is affectionate, she is too light, like a feather, floating in the air without any weight, Zuo Qingrou is too heavy, like a stone, smashed down and fell directly on Su Zhengxiao, there has never been a comparison between the two.

* On the top, Su Zhengxiao's brows were still tightly wrinkled, forming a deep Sichuan character, uneasy, fearful, hideous, even in his sleep, he grabbed the * single under him, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out.

At this time, he was in a dream, a real and vivid dream, he was standing on the left side of the mountain, Zuo Qingrou was standing on the right side of the mountain, and there was a cliff between the two.

Standing on this side of the mountain, he could only watch Zuo Qingrou being pressed step by step by a vicious and obscene man.

Zuo Qingrou was stepping backwards step by step, but there was a cliff behind her, there was no way back, and the middle-aged man was forced to stand in front of her, his smile and expression were extremely disgusting.

His heart was also nervous to his throat, and he wanted to rush over to save her, but his legs and feet seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move no matter what, he was anxious, angry, panicked, and couldn't move his body.

The middle-aged man had already ripped off Zuo Qingrou's coat, and her upper body was exposed to the air, only*.

When the middle-aged man approached again, Zuo Qingrou's expression finally showed a resolute look, he knew what she was going to do, shouted and cursed the middle-aged man, heartbreaking.

Zuo Qingrou swept him with a little grievance, then closed her eyes, and jumped off the cliff with a slight jump.

He had a splitting headache as if he was about to explode, screaming loudly like crazy, and at this moment, Zuo Qingrou suddenly appeared at his feet.

All the clothes on her body were peeled off, her whole body was purple and stiff and a little swollen, her face was blurred with blood, and she couldn't see the original beautiful outline clearly, the skin and flesh seemed to have been cut by a knife and turned out, her eyes were white and staring, it was very frightening to look at, she seemed to be accusing the person in front of her.

"Whew...... Call...... ...... "Su Zhengxiao was startled, his breathing between his snorts became thicker and rougher, and then he opened his eyes suddenly.

Then, he realized that he was dreaming, and this dream was a little too real!

His forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and Su Zhengxiao closed his eyes slightly, steady and rapid breathing and undulating chest.

After suppressing all those feelings, he looked out the window, the bright moon was hanging high in the night sky, and swept the mobile phone on his head, it was half past two in the morning.

Because of a dream, his forehead and temples ached, and there was always an indescribable tightness, depression, and dullness.

Su Zhengxiao raised his head, landed on both sides of his temples and kneaded them, waited until the pain gradually dissipated, and then looked to his side.

The woman had her back to him, her body tightly formed, far away from him, and she had slept on the edge of *, and when she turned over, she was afraid that she would fall.

frowned, faintly mocking, Su Zhengxiao was very dissatisfied with her reaction, he didn't dislike her yet, but she felt like she was poisonous, and she would die if she touched it! What qualifications does she have to do such a thing to him?

Sneering, he stretched out his long arm and brought her back directly along the edge, and there was no gap between the two bodies.

Sleeping beside him, Tang Xiaoran has always been a light sleeper, and when her body was moved like this, she opened her eyes, and behind her was the man's chest that emitted a steady stream of heat.

She didn't speak, her body was still facing away from him, her eyes closed again, she pretended to turn over and moved, and changed from her side to sleeping on her stomach.

Su Zhengxiao took her body back into his arms again, tightened his hand around her slender waist, and said in her ear; "Try this* and see if I'm going to poison you......"

Feeling that there was no need to struggle indifferently, Tang Xiaoran just fell asleep like that.

He didn't rest well for a few days, he was sleepy, closed his eyes, and fell asleep, but this time he was able to sleep more peacefully.

Perhaps, even Su Zhengxiao himself is not, most of the dreams he has had about Zuo Qingrou in the past few years are tragedy, frightening, and rarely have the joy of being young and cheerful.

In fact, as the saying goes, there are thoughts and dreams at night, and dreams are born from the heart......

I'm a lovely divider**************************

Early the next morning.

Tang Xiaoran was making breakfast, Jing Xuan was already dressed, and he was holding warm water in his little hands; "Mom, did you sleep well last night?"

"It's okay." She's serving porridge.

"Is Dad going to stay here and sleep every night in the future?" He looked up, curious, and hopeful.

Tang Xiaoran has never given empty promises to children, she said; "Occasionally, maybe not."

The head that was still high in the last second drooped slightly in the next second, the child was a little disappointed, and said; "Mom, don't you know how to cook a lot of delicious dishes, you cook a full table, Dad thinks it's delicious, maybe he won't leave us."

"The dishes in the hotel will be even better, eat quickly, and I will go to school in a while."

When the words fell, Su Zhengxiao walked out of the room, he had washed his face, even his beard had been shaved, except for the redness and swelling left at the corners of his lips, compared to yesterday, there were no clothes for him here, so he only wore a bathrobe.

Jing Xuan was very well-behaved, put down the bowl, and shouted; "Daddy."

"Well, let's eat." Su Zhengxiao also sat down at the table, put his hands on the table slightly, and waited for his breakfast as a matter of course.

Tang Xiaoran frowned, the hand holding the rice spoon paused there, but there was no reaction, but the corners of Jing Xuan's mouth raised a smile and shouted; "Mom, hurry up and serve porridge to Dad, it won't taste good if it's cold for a while."

I don't know what he's thinking, and she doesn't want to guess, she can't eat too much food, it's better than throwing the rest away.

At the dinner table, Su Zhengxiao didn't talk much, Jing Xuan kept talking, he was very happy and excited, Tang Xiaoran would occasionally say a few words.

It was the first time he had stayed here to eat, otherwise, Jing Xuan would not have been so happy and excited.

For Su Zhengxiao, although Jing Xuan loves it, he is still a little afraid, and the time between father and son is not much.

Su Zhengxiao usually stays in this apartment for a short time, and he doesn't come here much, but occasionally calls Jingxuan.

He has always been cold and hard, and he didn't deliberately learn how to be a father, but just treated it very normally in his own way, sometimes impatient, sometimes irritable, and sometimes temperamental.

From childhood to adulthood, the number of times he hugged Jingxuan could be counted with one slap, and the child was not afraid of him, it was impossible!

Thinking of something, Jing Xuan said softly again; "Mom, you can take me to school in a moment."

Tang Xiaoran peeled an egg for him, and without thinking about it for a moment, he shook his head directly; "The driver will take you there, I'll be very busy later."

"Mom, my legs are the same as yours, my classmates don't just look at you, but also me, you and I are the same!" He said.

He is still young and simple-minded, and he thinks that his mother is afraid of his classmates talking about him so he doesn't send him to school, and now he can't leave, and his mother won't feel lonely when she has company.

Chest heaving, the child's world and thoughts are different from adults after all, she can tolerate others saying that she is lame but can't allow others to say that Jing Xuan is also lame, a lame family, her heart is sour, but her face is impermanent, said; "Really busy for a while, cleaning the room."

Jing Xuan nodded sensibly, didn't ask for any more, and drank the porridge one bite at a time.

Su Zhengxiao's gaze swept over the two of them, and then paused for a moment on Tang Xiaoran's body.

She pretended not to notice, lowered her head and kept drinking porridge.

Uncle Liu is the private driver of the Su family, and he came to pick up Jingxuan from school, and was a little surprised to see Su Zhengxiao, so he was busy saying hello respectfully; "Young Master."

He answered.

Uncle Liu had already carried Jing Xuan on his back, and Tang Xiaoran came out of the kitchen, holding a lunch box in his hand, which was the child's lunch.

There were things in school lunches that he didn't like to eat, and he didn't eat them very well.

As soon as she looked up, she saw Su Zhengxiao standing there, her eyes occasionally moving from Jing Xuan on Uncle Liu's back to the wheelchair, her brows furrowed.

My heart involuntarily tensed, he said, the wheelchair is too much of an eyesore, I just want to throw it away!

Tang Xiaoran held the lunch box in one hand, walked over quickly, put the lunch box on the wheelchair, she lifted the wheelchair with both hands, and walked quickly towards the outside of the apartment with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

From time to time, the wheelchair would hit the ground, or it would be the wall, making a crunchy sound, and she gritted her teeth to make herself walk faster, although it was a little clumsy and funny, but at this time she didn't care how much she looked like a clown.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Su Zhengxiao became more and more angry, and the more he looked at it, the deeper his irritability became. "Let go!"

She was slightly stunned, but instead of letting go, she grabbed it tighter, afraid that he would lose his temper and fall the wheelchair in anger.

After all, his impatience and irritability were written on his face, and he made no secret of it.

His voice was a few degrees colder; "Let go!"

"Jing Xuan wants to use-"

Before her words fell, Su Zhengxiao finally swept her away with both hands impatiently, lifted the wheelchair with one hand, and walked forward.

She stood in place in a daze, and then looked through the window, Jing Xuan was put into the back seat by Uncle Liu, Su Zhengxiao put the wheelchair in the trunk, and said something to Uncle Liu.

It's good that he didn't fall, Tang Xiaoran's heart was put down, Jing Xuan had to use a wheelchair this month, and if he fell, he had to buy it again, the child finally got used to using this, and if he changed it, he would have to adapt for a while.

There was a bit of chaos in the room, she tidied up the room, and the atmosphere in the bedroom became different from usual, but it was only one night, and it was mixed with his breath.

The window was opened by her, and all the *on* sheets had to be replaced, and all the things that had his breath had to be replaced.

After all, he is a passer-by in this apartment, coming when he wants to come and leaving when he wants to......

Chen Yuanyuan didn't think about it well.,I wrote hundreds of things at noon and deleted them.,I'm afraid that what I'm writing out will end up being bad.,I'll think about it while I'm doing this.,Reward.,Look at my red eyes.,Thank you, Sister Yanzi.,10,000 red envelopes for reading.,And the red envelopes for playing with other pros.,Okay,That's the end of today's update........................