What is love?

Xiang Qing thought that until now, she still didn't understand that every day she was with Mo Zixuan, she wanted to die happily, but that time was so short, she could only miss it.

She thought, she must never regret it.

For Mo Zixuan, that man, from the 15-year-old who was full of complaints, to now, he has seen the age of human affection, Xiang Qing thought, it should be enough.

So, what is she still sad about now? What is that feeling of emptiness, that pin-like pain?

In the vast sea of people, how many people can grow old, and how many people have strengthened their confidence to go on for decades in the future, she thought, maybe she will be happy.

The words that only cared about what she once had, not how long she didn't care about it, and how disdainful she used to be, now have to admit it.

What's more, he put aside his self-esteem and was with Mo Zixuan, but now, he has a child and Mo Xiao, he really shouldn't stay here anymore.

So, leave? But where can she go?

"Xiang Qing, you take this ......" My aunt looked guilty, her hand held Xiang Qing tightly, she was afraid that she would refuse, what could she do?

"I ......" The bank card in her hand was cold, Xiang Qing smiled bitterly, and held it tightly, the edges and corners on it made her palms hurt.

Is this compensation? Compensate yourself for all these years of companionship, or is it just a condition to pass yourself away?

Xiang Qing didn't know, she shook her head, but she was clenched by her aunt's hand again, she said, Xiang Qing, I'm sorry, you can take this money.

Hold it? Xiang Qing raised her head and tried her best to hold back the tears in her eyes, perhaps, this is fate, money, is it really a good thing?

But how can it compensate for the feelings it has given over the years? How can it be compensated?

When the sun rose again, Xiang Qing only felt chills all over her body, how much she wanted to die like that, but she couldn't......

The bank card in her hand had been pinched by herself and was a little deformed, she looked at the occasional sunlight shining through the white curtain, pulled out the needle on the back of her hand, got up, and opened the curtain.

How nice is the weather outside?

So, why don't you live well? The little hand blocked the sunlight that glittered her eyes, and between the gaps between her fingers, she narrowed her eyes and looked at all that nature had rewarded.

Mo Zixuan, you'll be fine.

This time, are we really finished?

It's already come to an end.

At the beginning of the month, Xiang Qing took a flight to Hong Kong, she knew what her aunt meant, she gave herself enough money, hoping to let herself leave the country, the farther away the better.

However, she is not familiar with the place and her English is not good, how can she go to the far west? In addition, with a high fever before leaving, her voice no longer seemed to be able to express herself easily.

What does this mean?

Xiang Qing thought, maybe the distance between her and Mo Zixuan was even farther away.

That's it, okay, isn't it?

The moment the plane soared into the sky, Xiang Qing's mind was full of those memories, from the snowy winter, to the tender and sweet summer, the lingering autumn, all of her, all of his, all of him and her, had been sealed in some unknown place.

It will not be shaken easily.

On the other side, when the handsome man on the bed woke up again, he only felt a sharp pain all over his body, such pain, life was worse than death.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slowly fell from the white and full forehead, and hit the white goose feather pillow one by one, piece by piece.

Laboriously straightening up, she frowned and pulled out the needle on the back of her hand, and bright red blood dripped down, leaving a long trail of that one on the pure white marble floor.

He clutched his chest, only feeling that he had lost something, what was it in there, why was he so uncomfortable, obviously, it was there, why, he couldn't reach it?

There was a huge pain in his head, and his tall and thin body fell to the ground, and then the door was opened......

At night, it was obviously summer, but, inexplicably, the temperature outside the window dropped suddenly.

The handsome man sat on the cold ground, he looked out the window faintly, his fair face was full of tears, drop by drop, drop by drop......

No matter how it was wiped away, the tears still kept flowing down, the man's sexy thin lips were slightly coldly raised, and the dark black eyes were scarlet.

The letter in his hand had been wrinkled by his big hand, and he knew that he had lost, lost to fate, and lost to Xiang Qing.

Why, she is not firm, is she really not that important in her heart?

Lowering his eyes, he stared coldly at the piece of paper in his hand, the handwriting on it pierced the heart in his heart, will the heart die?

The man didn't know, he just felt that compared to the despair of Xiang Qing leaving at that time, he was even more chilled at this moment.

Gently, the door was opened, and the sound of brisk footsteps, with the lightness peculiar to children, rushed straight over.

The little boy with delicate facial features frowned delicately, and he stepped forward cautiously, but he didn't dare to touch the handsome man with his head down.

Under the moonlight, his handsome face became more and more beautiful and brilliant.

I don't know how long it took, the child was a little unsteady on his feet, and he fell down, she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the piercing pain, but she didn't want to, and a big hand with a fragrance caught him.

The child blinked his big black eyes, looking incredulously at the soft-colored man under the moonlight, he was very excited, and a sweet smile appeared in his round little face.

His little hand trembled around the man's noble neck, and in the man's handsome ear, he whispered and said in a milky voice, "Dad, are you my father?" ”

Mo Zixuan was stunned for a moment, there were still tears on his fair face, his long fingers wiped away the tears on his face, he quietly closed his eyes, and nodded lightly at the same time.

He didn't believe it, but in the face of this good-looking little milk baby in his eyes, who looked like himself between his eyebrows, how could he refuse?

What's more, Xiang Qing, you left me so cruelly, so, isn't it, what does it matter? Anyway, in this life, I guess that's it.

The child was very happy, and the child knew something, hugging the man's body tightly, and his little mouth kept screaming, lying coquettishly.

Under the moonlight, one big and one small, exceptionally harmonious and warm.

Outside the door, a woman in a bright red pajamas leaned against the door frame, seeing this scene, her eyes couldn't help but be a little moist, he smiled, but also cried.

How long have you been waiting for this moment?

Mo Zixuan, finally, you are still mine.

The woman hid her face and wept, but she never imagined that perhaps, at this moment, her happiness would not be as good as she imagined, because, in the near future, her self-righteous satisfaction and happiness would be broken by the sudden arrival of another man.

Two years later

Spring goes to autumn, and when the goose feather snow falls on the imperial capital again, everything seems to wake up again.

In the black elongated version of Rolls-Royce, the handsome man is lying lazily, and on his slender hands, a copy of the latest financial magazine is gently spread out.

"Is it snowing outside?" The slightly squinted black eyes slowly opened, and under the light, the man's side face was dyed with a layer of brilliance.

"Well, yes, Mr. Mo." The driver of the car cautiously glanced at the man who had just woken up from the rearview mirror, and he couldn't help but shudder.

has been a private driver for two years, he seems to have never seen the man behind him smile, he is always so indifferent, so indifferent.

Although he didn't have any tone, just a faint inquiry, that kind of face would make him feel respectful and nervous.

"Yes." The man got up, with a faint mint fragrance, and his big white hand gently opened the car window, and the cold wind penetrated.

That kind of coldness made him feel an almost perverted sense of comfort inexplicably, because, for a long time, his feelings were numb.

He almost forgot what it was like to be warm and cold.

Because the snow is falling heavily, the driver does not dare to drive quickly, and occasionally, Mo Zixuan's eyes will have pedestrians of all shapes, who are either wrapped in their coats in the cold, coming and going in a hurry, or enjoying the beautiful scenery of the heavy snow, spreading their hands.

Under the pine tree pressed by the snow, a pair of glue-like little couples stuck tightly together, the girl was naughty, her little feet stepped on the man's black leather shoes, the boy smiled, and pulled the girl closer to himself.

What a beautiful picture it was, but it hurt his heart very much, it turned out that unconsciously, was he so old?

When I see anything, I will feel it, and the faint sorrow surrounds me all the time, and I never leave.

Although, his face was still cold and silent.

The driver was shivering from the cold wind, he endured it, drove the car, and still didn't dare to fill the window easily, why?

Because, the man in front of him can't be offended.

Looking at the imperial capital, the power of the four major families can already cover the sky with one hand, and the man behind him, who has just reached the age of establishment, has become the chief CEO of the vigorous and resolute Mo Group.

In the two years in office, he has swept the economy of the imperial capital and holds the untouchable economic lifeline.

However, I always feel that the executive CEO behind him, who has been in office for two years, is somewhat familiar, and he often stares at him, but he can't remember where he has seen it.

Is it on TV? In short, he had some impressions, but because of his identity, he never dared to mention it.

His identity is always a little mysterious, since taking over Mo's, he has never attended any occasion in public, does not accept any interviews, and what he left to the public is just a handsome and cold back.

The outside world is always puzzled by this, desperately trying to dig up some news, but he often returns empty-handed and is thrown out of the door by a group of black-clad bodyguards.