"Watch out for that man."

"Leave him, and what awaits you will be doomed."

"His ruthlessness is far beyond your imagination......

In the parking lot, Zhu Wuwu sat in the driver's seat blankly, and her mind was empty for a while, as if this was the only way to make her forget the pain brought to her by reality for a while.

The rearview mirror reflects a beautiful face, very high-class, beautiful and aggressive, but lacking the soul.

Zhu Wuwu sat in the car hesitantly and began to look at everyone who walked in front of the car.

These people are also here to visit the prison, right?

What happened to each of them?

How does their misfortune compare to hers?

The surroundings were so quiet that I couldn't talk about it, and I didn't feel a little warmth in my hands and feet.

Why are some people born lucky and born with God's special favor?

Why can't she be one of the lucky ones?

Ay! Don't take such a bully.

Suddenly, Zhu Wuwu felt inexplicably aggrieved, and tears flowed down so fragily.

may have felt that he was crying inexplicably, so Zhu Wuwu pursed his lips, slammed the steering wheel, and rushed out with his foot on the accelerator.

This vigorous driving technique, rampage, is not at all like the driving style of ordinary women.

Thirty minutes by car, Zhu Wuwu only took half the time to drive to the city.

The red light turned on, and the car stopped in front of the sidewalk without mistakes.

The streets are full of traffic, and they are so lively that they are not like words.

Zhu Wuwu is lonely in his heart, and he seems out of place with his surroundings.

Her gaze was suddenly drawn to a huge poster diagonally opposite.

The face on the poster is clearly defined, like a man coming out of a comic, like a clear wind in the mountains and forests, like a bright moon under the starry sky.

Once upon a time, this man was the man she thought about day and night.

Zhu Wuwu remembered that there was also a photo of him in her diary, but unfortunately these old things were later burned in a fire in the Xishan villa.

The photo was given to her by her grandfather, and her grandfather also asked her if she would like to marry the man in the photo.

Like Zhu Wuwu, a person who has never been involved in gambling, he boldly decided to gamble that day.

She bet that he would love her.

She bet that he would be a qualified husband, considerate of her and take care of him.

She bet that she and he would have warm children and lovely children.

Unfortunately, she lost the bet and lost badly.

At that time, he hated her and humiliated her.

Saying that she was not worthy of carrying his child, that she was not worthy of sitting in his wife's place, in his heart, she was simply unforgivable.

Some things are stuck in the soft heart like a thorn, and occasionally they are turned out and savored, and they may still have a dull pain.

Now, he looks like a qualified husband in front of him.

He loved her child very much, and pretended to love her very much, but she could no longer be interested.

Her heart was like a nine-hole hollow lotus root buried in the cold mud, and it could no longer be filled.

She doesn't feel the pain in her heart, and she even thinks that shedding tears for love is a cheap thing to do.

Probably, maybe, perhaps, she was insensitive.

Is it because the snacks are not delicious, or is the TV series not good?

Women, it's better to have no heart and no lungs.

……

Draa Yarn Studio.

Zhu Wuwu leaned back in the chair, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, the bitter taste of the coffee slowly washed away the fishy sweetness in her throat.

When men are upset, alcohol and cigarettes are their tools to relieve stress; Women, on the other hand, will choose coffee and work.

In the past, she only liked to drink sweet milk tea. Now, she's in love with the bitterness of coffee.

At least, the bitter taste can make people sober and can make people

The eyesight is so good that you can see deep things.

Zhu Wuwu raised his eyes and glanced out the window, the sun was setting, and the outside was as beautiful as a painting.

It's been a long time since she's been working at such intensity, and she's been in the studio for three days in a row, busy from morning to night, and from night to morning.

On the table, a large number of wedding draft sketches are the result of her continuous battles, which makes her feel fulfilled.

This is perhaps one of my favorite things to do in my life.

When making wedding clothes for others, she can feel the beauty of fairy tales in her heart, which makes people yearn for it.

"Gollum!" The stomach is barking again.

At lunchtime, she only ate a few bites in a hurry, no wonder her stomach kept protesting.

Zhu Wuwu stood up from the chair, and for a moment there was a feeling of dizziness in his mind that he was highly nervous and then suddenly relaxed.

She walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window and began to call and order food.

Downstairs, a car was parked, and Mo Sihan stood there casually leaning against the car door, lighting a cigarette in his hand.

Facing each other's eyes, Mo Sihan snuffed out the cigarette butt, shook the phone, and motioned for her to answer the phone.

Zhu Wuwu remembered that since she came back from the prison visit that day, she had turned off her phone for three full days.

When you're upset, it's a good idea to numb yourself with work and isolation.

And so, she did.

To her surprise, Mo Sihan would stand quietly downstairs waiting for her, instead of breaking in forcefully as usual.

In just a few years, both seem to have changed a lot.

I wish you no worries about turning on, and the caller ID has about a few missed calls, half of which are from Mo Sihan.

The screen lit up, and he was calling again.

Zhu Wuwu frowned and answered, "Hey."

"Come down." Mo Sihan lifted his chin and looked up at her.

"I'm not done with my work."

"Then I'll wait for you."

The call between the two was brief, probably less than ten seconds.

Mo Sihan still stood there in his original position, his body tall, one hand in his trouser pocket.

Zhu Wuwu sat back in his chair, but he couldn't find a clue when he buried his head in the pen.

She sighed and decided to go to the bathroom to wash her face first.

In front of the mirror, Zhu Wuwu was wearing an OL suit, with a slim figure, long hair tied into a high ponytail, and there was no lack of femininity in her ability.

It's just that she hasn't slept well for three days, and her dark circles are so serious.

The unsightly cigarette butt was floating in her mind again.

"Maybe he really has something to do with me." I wish you no worries.

Zhu Wuwu walked out of the bathroom and walked downstairs on the path of high heels.

The moment she pushed open the door and the wind poured in, the chaotic brain was blown by the cool breeze and instantly sobered up a lot.

Seeing her coming, Mo Sihan threw away the cigarette in his hand and walked towards her.

Zhu Wuwu walked quickly to Mo Sihan, frowning: "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Have you eaten?" Mo Sihan's eyebrows and eyes looked soft, and he pursed his lips and smiled.

Mo Sihan rarely smiled, but when he smiled, he definitely looked good.

Accustomed to his indifferent expression, Zhu Wuwu felt uncomfortable for a while.

Zhu Wuwu said lightly, "I ordered takeout."

"Eat less takeout, it's not healthy." Mo Sihan said in a warm voice, "Why don't I invite you to dinner."

Zhu Wuwu refused: "If you just want to eat with me, you can go back."

The atmosphere was not your average awkwardness.

Mo Sihan suddenly hugged Zhu Wuwu tightly in his chest, as if to make sure she would not leave.

A man's arms should be warm and calm, but I don't seem to feel it.

She wasn't happy, she wasn't moved, she didn't even have too much of a heartbeat.

Mo Sihan's voice was soft and faint: "Come back with me."

How is home?"

"Not good." Compared to his softness, it was the stiffness of her tone.

Mo Sihan looked at her faintly, quenched the soft light, and let her indulge: "We've been making trouble for so long, shouldn't you go home to see the child?"

During this time, the two have indeed been in a cold war for a long time.

"Don't talk about children." Zhu Wuwu's eyes were covered with a layer of boredom, "Tomorrow I will go to the kindergarten to pick up the little youth group from school."

Conflicts between adults should not implicate children, this is the basic way to deal with things.

Even in divorced families, it is the responsibility of both parents to give their children enough love.

Mo Sihan looked into her eyes and asked her seriously, "Are you still angry with me? For your mother?"

"You're thinking too much." Zhu Wuwu smiled mechanically, "My mom is to blame."

Why was she so far-fetched to even smile at him?

Mo Sihan had seen her smile bright and carefree, and compared to that smile, the two were far behind.

It was a day when Zhu Wuwu was three months pregnant, and Mo Sihan accompanied her to the new parents' class.

Seeing Mo Sihan's helpless appearance with the baby prop in his arms, Zhu Wuwu couldn't help but smile.

She smiled brightly and carefree, like a happy little woman snuggled up to a man.

Mo Sihan stretched out his hand to touch Chi Qi's face, his eyes were faint, as if he wanted to suck her in: "Why are you smiling so ugly now?"

Zhu Wuwu turned his head away and said in an unfamiliar voice: "Born from the heart, maybe a heartfelt smile is enough to move, but I can't laugh."

Mo Sihan's eyes stared at Zhu Wuwu tightly, and said in a bitter tone, "We will be happy, right?"

Zhu Wuwu broke the fingers that were holding his wrist with his hand, and said with a serious expression, "No."

"Why?"

"The love of youth and frivolity is not counted, and I only love you at that time. Mo Sihan, we are no longer young, and I don't love you anymore."

She even said she didn't love him anymore.

At this moment, Mo Sihan pursed his thin lips tightly, his face was slightly pale, and he stared at her with a stunned expression.

Then there was a long silence.

Zhu Wuwu didn't want to deal with him anymore, and said to him indifferently, "I'm going back to work."

In the next moment, Zhu Wuwu's lips were suddenly blocked by Mo Sihan's lips.

His big palm wrapped around Zhu Wuwu's back, and his palm rubbed gently.

Zhu Wuwu raised his eyes just in time to see his thick and long eyelashes, trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something......

Cool and thin by nature, how can there be something to be afraid of?

Even if there were, it wouldn't be her.

Zhu Wuwu bit Mo Sihan hard, and a bloody smell spread from his mouth, and Mo Sihan slowly let go.

Mo Sihan forced her to clasp ten fingers with him again, and then bent down slightly and pressed his forehead against Zhu Wuwu's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Give me another chance, will it be the last time?"

He looks like a loyal dog, no matter how you look at it, he is flattering.

Zhu Wuwu pushed him away vigorously, panting slightly: "Mo Sihan, the problem between us has nothing to do with other people, and it has nothing to do with forgiveness."

"Then why are you ......?" Mo Sihan looked at Zhu Wuwu with fixed eyes.

"I just don't think there's anything wrong with being alone." Zhu Wuwu interrupted him and explained, "In the future, I want to live without marriage, love, and heartlessness."

Mo Sihan's body stiffened, his expression shocked and stunned.

Maybe there's really nothing to say, at least not today.

"I'll go back first."

Mo Sihan turned around without looking back, and his slender back was slightly lonely and lonely.