He knocked on the door, but the woman didn't answer, he guessed that she should still be sleeping, opened the door and went in, and as soon as she stood by the bed, the woman opened her eyes, and when she saw him, she woke up, her face was cold, and she sat up.

He let go of the soft smile he had been treating her and sat down on the edge of the bed, his head tilting towards her injured hand, wondering if she was still in pain. In fact, he knew that it must be painful, she cut so deeply, there was so much blood, and she had to get several stitches.

The woman didn't agree with him, put her hand in the quilt, he smiled unwillingly, and asked her if she was hungry. He also knew that she must be hungry, and he heard from the servant that she had not eaten for a day.

The woman still ignored him, but he still didn't mind, and told her about his plan to postpone the wedding, and after saying that, he took out a small dark blue velvet box from his pocket. Inside this one is the wedding ring, which was supposed to be worn for a woman at today's wedding.

He asked the woman if she remembered what he had told her about the ruby of their family that he had cut in three, a tulip brooch that had been made for her, a bracelet that had fallen asleep at the bottom of the sea, and the last one that he had set in a ring, and said that it was the one he had now.

As he spoke, he opened the ornament box to show the woman, but the woman didn't look at him and stared at him coldly. Her reaction was expected by him, so he was not disappointed, took out the ring himself, took the woman's hand, and asked her to try.

Because the ring was customized by him earlier, when the woman was not pregnant, and now she is fatter than before, he doesn't know if the size is still appropriate, if it is not suitable, he will let the designer change it.

He was just about to help the woman put it on, and the woman was about to break free, but the next second she didn't break it anymore, and told him that he didn't ask her if she was hurt just now, so let him remove the gauze and help her take a look.

He was surprised that the woman would make him care about her injuries, and he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, it seemed that the woman saw the situation clearly, and knew that it was impossible to escape from marrying him.

He also wanted to see her injuries, which he had not looked at carefully when the doctor was treating the woman's wounds, only knowing that the injuries were serious. So, he took her hand in one hand and unbandaged her in the other hand round and round. Fearing that he would hurt her, he moved cautiously, like a fragile and precious work of art.

He never imagined that the wound that made him distressed and worried was actually a sharp arrow that pierced his heart. It turns out that a woman is not cut casually, she is profoundly a name, a man's name - Lou Shaotang.

He was stunned. His reaction pleased the woman, and she sneered, her face full of pleasure of intense revenge against him, and deliberately asked him why he didn't help her put on the ring.

He didn't speak, his eyes were staring at the palm of the woman's hand, and the bright red words "Lou Shaotang" that were slightly convex pierced his eyes, his eyelids twitched violently, and his whole body was cold and stiff. The heart, dripping blood.

The woman still felt that it was not enough, and laughed sarcastically, and asked him if it meant anything to put his ring on her hand, which was engraved with the man's name.

This sentence really humiliated him, and he slowly looked at the woman, full of pathos, anger and humiliation. He couldn't figure it out, he spent all his sincerity, conscience, and patience in this life on her, and poured all his kindness to her without reservation, even giving her his life, but she was so cruel and cruel to him.

He grabbed the woman's wrist and asked her why she wanted him to be satisfied, so that she would accept him.

He was really at the end of his rope and couldn't do anything about it, like a trapped beast in a cage, roaring in a low voice, not realizing that his emotions were out of control, and the force added to the woman's wrist was getting stronger and stronger, and the woman's hand bones were about to be crushed.

But the woman didn't seem to be in pain at all, and her face was still cold, saying that he didn't have to do anything, because no matter what he did, she wouldn't accept him.

The woman's hatred for him was beyond his imagination. At the moment when he heard her say that she wanted to cut him with a thousand knives and break his body into thousands of pieces, he really wished that he was dead, so that he would not have to bear the heartache at this moment.

He asked her why she didn't kill him, and the woman's words stabbed him hard in his heart. It turned out that she wanted to kill him, but she didn't do it so that her daughter wouldn't become an orphan.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to restrain his emotions from the verge of collapse, but his emotions rushed out like an out-of-control beast.

He opened his eyes, shook the woman's hand so violently, stood up, picked up something from the bedside table, and slammed it against the wall. He didn't look at what it was, he just wanted to vent. Painful, ruthless, cathartic.

So, he smashed everything he saw in the same way, and in the end, his brain was blank, and he couldn't hear any sounds around him, he couldn't see anyone, just a purely mechanical smash.

He didn't know how long he had smashed it, how much he had smashed it, and when he felt a hot pain in his cheeks, he woke up as soon as he woke up, and then he heard his sister's roar, "She has such a fierce personality, just like her mother, do you want to see your mother's tragedy repeated?" ”

He was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning, and the tragic scene of his mother being pushed downstairs by his own mistake suddenly came to mind, and for a moment, a rich grief filled his entire heart, his eyes became more and more sore, and tears gradually blurred his vision.

He looked at his sister worriedly, his sister's anger had disappeared, her eyes were full of tears, and her face was full of grief. He slowly turned his head to look at the woman, who looked at him, her eyes slightly dilated, looking a little puzzled, but her expression was still cold.

He stared at her steadily, his sister's words echoing in his ears again. What she said is not wrong, the woman's personality is very similar to her mother's, they are all fierce women, and they have determined a truth, even if the sky and the earth are cracked, they will not be shaken, and they would rather the jade be burned than change. But the mother's ending is a tragic tragedy, but what about women? Will she become a second mother?

He didn't know, he was in a mess right now.

Without saying a word, he turned around, took a step, and slowly walked out of the room.

He went to the study, sat down in a chair, opened the desk drawer, and took out a picture of his mother from it. It was the only picture he had of his mother, who had been stolen by his demonic father who had burned everything he had when she died.

He looked at the photo and stroked his mother's beautiful face with his fingers. This was taken by his mother just after giving birth to him, when she was still very young, about the same age as a woman, thinking that she was deeply loved by the person she loved, and because of him, the smile on her face was full of happiness.

"Maman?"

As soon as this 2o years of absence came out of his mouth, his tears rushed out of his eyes like a raging tide.

"Maman, what should I do?" He held his mother's picture tightly in his arms, weeping bitterly, helpless like a child.

He didn't want to let go of the woman, but now, it seemed that he had to.

His heart hurts, it hurts.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and he knew that it must be his sister, who must have come to persuade him. He ignored it, just restrained his crying. He didn't want his sister to hear it, and he didn't want to show his vulnerable side to anyone.

After a while, the person outside the door left, and his crying gradually let go again.

He cried for a long time, as if he had shed all the tears that had not been shed for more than 2o years, and the moment he wiped away his tears, he finally made up his mind.

He decided to let go of the woman.

In doing so, he is not giving up loving a woman, he still loves her, but he doesn't want to see a woman become a second mother to him. He wants women to be happy, not like his mother.

When he said that he was willing to let her go, the woman was incredulous and thought that she had heard it wrong, but he told her with certainty that she had heard it correctly, and the woman was overjoyed and raised her feet to leave the room. He knew that she was going to the nanny's room to pick up her daughter and take her with her, so he immediately stopped her.

Yes, it was only the woman who let him go, not the daughter.

The daughter is his, and no one can take it away.

The woman's joy was extinguished by his words, and she argued angrily, and her daughter was hers too.

The woman did not agree to leave her daughter to him, which he had expected, because a mother could not be willing to leave her children. But he is not reluctant, he has lost his woman, and he must not lose his daughter again. After the woman leaves, his daughter is the only connection between him and her, and he has to rely on his daughter to maintain his thoughts of women. A woman can't be cruel to him so much that he has nothing.

But he didn't say that, only that if the woman was reluctant, she would stay. Originally, it was just a casual remark without hope, but when the woman heard it, she thought that he was deliberately making things difficult, and it was his strategy to retreat into advance, but in fact, she didn't want to let her go at all.

Looking at the woman's angry and unyielding face, he knew that this time she would not compromise and would definitely leave. He also told her the truth that he really wanted to let her go. The woman didn't believe it, and as a mother, she argued with him for a daughter.

Although he knew that the mother was more important to the child than the father, he just refused to give her his daughter, so he refuted her with good evidence that he did not live with his mother. Speaking of his mother again, he grieved again, but he was quickly restrained by him.

The woman's face flashed with a slight look of pity, but it only dissipated in a few seconds, and then she sneered, and asked him, is he really happy and happy without his mother, if he lived with his mother since he was a child, he would not grow into a murderous, cold-blooded and paranoid person.

Her words were like a handful of salt sprinkled on the wound in his heart, and they also stimulated him again, and the corners of his eyes twitched fiercely, and his face couldn't help but fall. But he quickly suppressed it, returned to his appearance just now, and told her in a resolute and affirmative tone that he was not his father, and he would not let his daughter become the second him.

The woman didn't buy it, and couldn't refute him with his dangerous background and living environment, which could not let his daughter grow up healthily, and he couldn't give his daughter the least safety of her life.

He doesn't deny this, but he thinks that women can't make their daughters grow up healthy either. The woman is convinced that she can, on the grounds that she has a clean background and is financially well-off.

He was unmoved, he didn't know if the woman deliberately ignored or really forgot, what the environment of the Lou family and Lou Shaotang's mother was like, he reminded her that if his daughter followed her, she would definitely be hurt. Seeing that the woman was about to refute again, he knew very well what she was going to say, and immediately snuffed out her thoughts before her.

He poked the woman's key point every word, the woman refuted wordlessly, he continued to prescribe the right medicine, and the woman clenched her fists and said nothing.

Seeing that she was struggling and contradictory in her heart, and she was really reluctant to give up her daughter's appearance, he suddenly had a glimmer of hope that a woman would stay for her daughter. So, holding this glimmer of hope, he urged the woman to make a quick decision, whether to stay or go.

His voice did not fluctuate, and his expression did not change, but his heart was apprehensive, and he kept silently chanting "stay, stay, stay".

The woman closed her eyes, tears rolled down, obviously making a painful decision, and for a moment, she slowly opened her eyes and firmly and forcefully dropped the word "go".

In an instant, his heart sank and his eyelids jumped violently, but he controlled his emotions very well and did not let his expression change in the slightest.

He stared at the woman for a moment, and his heart was torn into pieces.

She's leaving, she's really leaving.

She really loved that man, so much so that even the daughter she loved couldn't keep her.

Okay, let's go.

Swallowing his despair and grief, he told the woman to pack her things and send someone to take her to the airport later.

His voice was hoarse and trembling slightly, and he left the room after speaking.

Closing the door, his strong support collapsed pointlessly, and his body couldn't support it, and his hand was propped up against the wall.

He closed his eyes, raised his other hand over his aching chest, took a few deep breaths before feeling a little better, then opened his eyes and walked towards the nanny's room with what seemed to be a thousand pounds.

He was going to hug his daughter, and at this time, only his daughter could comfort him.

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