The little boy looked no more than three or four years old, grinning and making a 'ahh

Jiang Shenhan put down the bowl, took a tissue, gently wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Qiuqiu's gaze, helpless but loving: "Qiuqiu is good, can you eat well?" Dad can't stay with you all his life, you have to learn to eat by yourself......"

The child looked at Jiang Shen and smiled stupidly, and the little fat hand patted his face one by one, and shouted indistinctly: "Dad, Dad......"

Jiang Shenhan looked at his eyebrows and gentle: "Qiuqiu is awesome, I can call Dad......"

It seems that because of the praise, the child danced happily, but the saliva at the corners of his mouth was even happier.

Jiang Shenhan sighed softly, and patiently wiped his saliva again: "Qiuqiu, come, let's continue to eat......"

A bowl of porridge, from warm to cold, and then go to another bowl, a meal, a full two hours of eating.

Jiang Shenhan's back was soaked, and his back was so sore that he could barely stand up.

After eating, Qiuqiu sat on the floor playing with toys, and suddenly screamed again.

Jiang Shenhan smelled a foul smell in the air, and sure enough, Qiuqiu pulled it into the diaper again.

Jiang Shenhan carried him to the bathroom, took a shower, put the dirty clothes in the clothes basket, and wrapped the ball in a bath towel and went back to the room.

Jiang Shenhan changed him into a new diaper, put on pajamas again, kissed him on the chubby face, and Qiuqiu fell asleep while lying on the bed.

Jiang Shenhan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the stupid Qiuqiu, when he was hungry, he pulled his pants, he didn't say anything except calling his father, and when he was angry, he slapped his head fiercely, and the nosebleeds flowed out twice......

If one day, he is gone, what will happen to Qiuqiu?

He is still here, he can still protect him, and the people around him don't dare to treat him harshly, but he will die one day, and at that time, what will Qiuqiu do?

His mother has died tragically, and he is the closest person in the world to him.

Jiang Shenhan gently stroked Qiuqiu's soft little face, stood up, and left the room.

He told the nurse and nanny to take good care of Qiuqiu and drove out of the apartment.

On the way, he received a call from Taufi.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jiang Shenhan's mouth, and he was also looking for Tao Fei.

I made an appointment with Taufei to meet at that villa.

In the past, this was his love nest with Song Mi'er.

Taufei had been thinking about it for a long time, and she had always wanted him to give her this villa.

Today, he will fulfill her.

Jiang Shenhan lit a cigarette, held the steering wheel, and looked intently ahead.

This is the end of the second year of Mi'er's death.

It is also the moment when he unveils all the past one by one.

The original hatred and anger are indisputable, all of which are diffused without a trace, and all that remains in the bottom of my heart is unspeakable regret and guilt.

She must have hated him, he thought, otherwise, why didn't she come into his dreams once after two years?

But even if she fell asleep, what face did he use to face her in her dreams.

After breaking up with her, her madness, like a demon, and what he thought she was in the past revealed, made him regret how he had loved such a woman.

After she died, he thought that he had finally completely cut off this sordid past and finally been freed.

But inexplicably, when he received a call from a subordinate in China, saying that Song Mi'er was dead, he suddenly felt that his whole person was empty.

He stood on the top floor of a skyscraper in Paris, his mind and mind blank.

Song Mi'er, Song Mi'er is dead.

The woman who had loved him so madly that he felt overwhelmed, the woman who gave birth to him a child and wanted to bind him for the rest of his life, he loved her, and even more hated her, and later, he didn't even want to see or hear anything about her.

He stood at the top of the magnificent pyramid, she was scattered into mud, and completely became a person of two worlds, he said that he didn't want to hear about her anymore and see her as a person, sure enough, in his world, there was no longer the word Song Mi'er.

But he never thought that one day, she would die like this, in a humiliating and embarrassed ugly state......

He returned home overnight, and when he left from the airport, he passed by a flower shop on the way, and he got out of the car and went to buy a red rose himself.

The owner of the store was very busy, and he didn't want to receive him, but maybe there was something wrong with his state at that time, and the proprietress hurriedly picked a rose for him, and she didn't even accept the money.

He thanked him mechanically and rode away again.

When he arrived at her cemetery, it was already sunset, and he didn't let anyone follow him, and went to see her alone.

Along the way, it seems that there has always been a faint glimmer of hope in his heart, as if even he himself doesn't want to believe it.

The news of her death is just a rumor, she didn't die at all, how could she die so easily?

Even though he no longer pays attention to everything about her, he can probably imagine how a woman like Song Mi'er could have a bad time?

She has a good look and figure, and many men covet her, she hooks up with one casually, and she doesn't have to worry about it for half her life.

How could she have died on the set of a drug overdose?

Still is...... The kind of small-cost humble set with ** gimmick?

He had heard this kind of rumor a long time ago, but he didn't believe it at all, although Song Mi'er didn't have any brains, she actually cared about the scale of the film, so he always listened to it as a joke......

But now, her tombstone was in front of him.

This small, humble grave is where she was buried for the last time.

I heard that she was sent to a funeral home for cremation soon after she died on the set, and I heard that she had festered in many parts of her body due to drug overdose, so no one dared to touch her body, and no one was willing to give her a funeral, so she could only be sent to be burned......

He was standing in front of her grave, which was small and the tombstone looked cheap.

He saw that the tombstone had only her name and her birth and death engraved on it.

Song Mi'er.

She's really dead.

He just stood like that all night, he thought a lot, but it seemed like he didn't think about anything the whole time, his mind seemed to be chaotic, but it was like a blank space.

And when he finally left, the cold dew in the middle of the night wet his shoulders and trouser legs, and the cold wind blew deep into his bone marrow, he was never afraid of cold, but at this moment, he felt indescribable cold, an indescribable cold and loneliness deep into the bone marrow.

Since then, there has been no such woman in this world.

When he left the way, he would always remember the first time they met.