Seaside.

The salty sea breeze blew and blew up three thousand green silks.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes were blank, holding her mother's urn in her arms, and her heart was swollen with an irrepressible sourness

In accordance with Weng Xiaomei's last wishes, her ashes were scattered into the sea after her death.

Weng Xiaomei, who was in the midst of the men in Vanity Fair, ended gloomily after her death, leaving no trace.

The water was turbulent, repeatedly lapping against the reef on the shore.

The sea breeze blew on his face, and Zhu Wuwu's dry eyes began to moisten again.

The deceased is the greatest, no matter how many bad comments and labels Weng Xiaomei had during her lifetime, it should disappear with the sea at this moment.

Zhu Wuwu raised his hand and watched the white powder disappear into the raging waters.

Tears fell without warning, and the choking sound of wishing no worries merged with the whining of the sea breeze.

Weng Xiaomei was not blessed by the people around her when she was born, but there were many people who wished she would die after death.

Not all unfortunate people in their original family will turn bad, but the shadow of a person's childhood can affect a person's life.

May all children be born with blessings, and may all parents in the world be qualified.

Zhu Wuwu's heart was very involved, but the tears could no longer flow.

Everyone else was watching from behind, but Lin Yunlang followed closely, for fear that she wouldn't be able to jump into the sea for a while.

Until the urn was empty, Zhu Wuwu shouted to the sea, "Mom, you are finally free."

In the adult world, men make money by conquering the world, and women make money by pleasing men, each taking what he needs.

This seems to be understandable, and it is not yet determined by the environment.

From beginning to end, the man Weng Xiaomei loved and hated - Lin Shaoshan did not show up once.

*

In the distance, the sound of an engine could be heard.

Mo Sihan, who was in a straight suit, stepped out of the car and strode straight in the direction of Zhu Wuwu.

The outspoken Lin Yunyi couldn't help but sneer at him: "Yo, isn't this Son-in-law Mo? The mother-in-law's funeral has been completed, what are you doing now?"

Mo Sihan's thin lips were pursed, his face was expressionless, and he crossed in front of everyone with dignity and coldness, and stood in front of Zhu Wuwu: "Follow me home."

Zhu Wuwu looked at him indifferently, as if he was looking at a stranger: "I won't go back."

She looked at Mo Sihan with a pair of misty eyes, and she looked like she had just cried.

Mo Sihan narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows were a little softer, and he reached out to pull her: "What's the matter, let's go home and talk about it, okay?"

All of Zhu Wuwu's emotions exploded suddenly, and the moment he held her hand, she suddenly used all her strength to shake him off: "I said I won't go back."

Mo Sihan pursed his lips, and his coldness was somewhat displeased: "I wish you no worries, you come and talk to me."

Zhu Wuwu's temper came up, and he pushed him far away violently: "I don't."

Mo Sihan's pupils contracted for a while, and anger surged: "Zhu Wuwu, what are you messing about? Forget how you promised me?"

Zhu Wuwu's face froze, and he sneered uncertainly: "So what?"

She wanted to repent.

Mo Sihan's face turned white with anger, he desperately suppressed his anger, and his voice gradually became mean: "I wish you no worries, when the matter is done, you can turn your face and deny it, right?"

Zhu Wuwu's voice was slightly aggrieved, and his heart was like ashes: "People are going to die anyway, and when the ashes are scattered, there is nothing left, so why bother with this?"

Her implication was that she didn't want to have any more children for him.

Mo Sihan's dark eyes fell on Zhu Wuwu indifferently, and there was a hint of helplessness and anger in his tone: "I know you're in a bad mood right now, we'll talk about this later." You have a very bad face, come home with me and have a good rest."

"Do you think she'll live a long life if she gives birth to a child? How could the little youth group die?" I wish you no worries for a while.

It's probably Weng Xiaomei's dead friend

Zhu Wuwu's blow is too big, or the successive double blows have made Zhu Wuwu's nerves sensitive and fragile, and the old friend of depression is about to come to the door.

Mo Sihan was enraged by her words, a dull pain came from his heart, and his originally plain eyes became turbulent.

The small youth group is Mo Sihan's reverse scale, and he will be angry if he touches it.

There was a chill in Mo Sihan's voice, with a bit of ridicule: "I wish you no worries, your mother should have died."

For Mo Sihan, Weng Xiaomei really deserves to die.

Among so many people who were looking forward to her death, Mo Sihan was probably the one who was most eagerly awaited.

His words, every word was like a sharp ice blade, straight into Zhu Wuwu's heart, blood dripping, pain made her face hateful.

Zhu Wuwu's face turned pale, he bit his lip stubbornly, and his anger almost surged: "My mother is dead, aren't you still satisfied? What do you want me, the daughter of an enemy, to be satisfied with? Mo Sihan, your motive for getting me pregnant is definitely not to take revenge on our mother and daughter? Anyway, it's like you haven't done that before."

Her words were prickly, like a thin needle piercing a person's body, and even if the wound was bleeding, it could not be seen.

"I don't want to talk to you." Mo Sihan pulled her wrist up, and said in a cold voice, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we go home."

*

"She said she didn't want to."

Lin Yunlang's low and restrained voice came from above his head, and he quickly grabbed Zhu Wuwu's other arm.

Looking at each other, there seemed to be sparks in the eyes of the two men.

Mo Sihan's eyes were gloomy, his black eyes swept towards him, cold and stunning, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Mr. Lin, you have crossed the line, and it is not your turn to interfere as an outsider in the affairs between our husband and wife."

"It's hard to say who the outsiders are." Lin Yunlang smiled disappreciatively.

Family is always family, and as for husband and wife, breaking up is a stranger.

Lin Yunlang continued to mend the knife: "What's more, she doesn't want to entangle with you anymore."

The corners of Mo Sihan's lips hooked, and he sneered, "Is this what she meant, or did you mean?"

Lin Yunlang frowned, and his voice was serious and low: "To be precise, Aunt Weng meant."

After a few seconds of silence, a cold voice sounded again: "That woman's words are not a command, some outsiders will really add drama to themselves. Even if you have the heart to be a male junior and want to intervene, you have to see if her husband gives you a chance?"

Mo Sihan deliberately used the words 'her husband' to stimulate Lin Yunlang and remind him who her man was.

Mo Sihan's tone was full of disdain, the expression on his face was like an angry lion who had violated his territory, and the clenched hand had no intention of letting go.

How could his woman have been touched by others?

Lin Yunlang had no intention of flinching, and the three of them instantly showed a tug-of-war, and the atmosphere was tense for a while.

"What's going on?" Su Banxia, who was watching the battle, looked confused.

Lin Yunyi humorously explained, "Miss Su, can't you see this? Two big men are robbing a woman, and the rule is that whoever lets go first loses. Therefore, this duel is a contest of endurance, perseverance, and physical strength."

Su Banxia gave him a fierce look: "How did you become a brother? It's all this time, and I'm still talking about cool things. You're going to have to figure it out."

Now the situation is that Mo Sihan and Lin Yunlang are unwilling to give in, and the Zhu Wuwu in the middle is the red rope that can decide who wins or loses.

The scene was not without embarrassment.

Su Banxia shouted over there: "If you two want to fight, you two will fight on the side, and if you continue like this, your worry-free arm will be dislocated by you."

None of the two men present listened to her reminder.

Lin Yunqing suddenly thought of a way, and then blurted out, "Do you want my brother to go over and beat Mo Sihan together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp gaze as sharp as the tip of a knife swept towards him behind him.

Lin Yunqing was like a mang on his back, and subconsciously turned around, only to see that Mo Sihan's driver Yan Qing was not far away

Standing.

Lin Yunyi cleared his throat: "Yunqing, do you have the confidence to subdue the bodyguard behind you?" If there is, let's go on a few brothers."

He remembered that this Yan Qing was very skilled, and the four brothers of the Lin family might not be able to beat him together.

Lin Yunqing's heart was weak for a moment, and the dead duck had a hard mouth: "If you can't beat it, you have to fight, it's a big deal to go to the hospital together."

Su Banxia was so anxious that he stomped his feet: "Why do men love to fight so much, are beasts untamable?"

She suddenly remembered someone: "Oh, by the way, I can call Duan Jingtian, isn't he Mo Sihan's good buddy?"

Su Banxia hurriedly dialed Duan Sedum's phone, and was flattered on the other end of the phone, and rushed over after hanging up the phone.

*

Seven minutes later, the three parties were still in a state of confrontation.

Mo Sihan here increased the force in his hand, and Lin Yunlang over there had no intention of letting go.

There was a pain in Zhu Wuwu's arms, and she couldn't help but yell at them, "You all let me go!"

Mo Sihan and Lin Yunlang are like wooden people possessed, and I don't move.

Zhu Wuwu gritted his teeth and coldly threatened: "Mo Sihan, if you don't let go, I'm not polite to you."

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

It was clear that no one would take her warnings seriously.

Zhu Wuwu came up angry, opened his mouth to show his fangs, and directly opened his mouth to bite.

There was a sharp pain in his arm, and Mo Sihan sighed in pain, his eyebrows tightened, but he was still unmoved.

It's so ruthless!

This woman is a dog, and she is addicted to biting people.

Tasting a smell of blood in his mouth, he wished no worries to loosen his mouth, and the two rows of neat embossing marks on the bite on Mo Sihan's hand were impressive, and there seemed to be bright red blood flowing out.

Even so, Mo Sihan still didn't let go.

It's about the dignity of men, and whoever instigates him will lose face.

Zhu Wuwu's eyes were stung by the bright red of his hands, and his voice trembled slightly and asked him, "You still don't let go, do you?"

"You're my wife, and you want me to let go unless I die." Mo Sihan's gaze was resolute, and there was no room for negotiation in his tone.

Immature!

It's still two people in charge.

Zhu Wuwu really had no choice, so he had to turn his head to Lin Yunlang and say, "Big brother, I'll go over and talk to him."

Lin Yunlang frowned, and persuaded her lightly: "Don't worry, don't pay attention to him, don't be afraid of him."

Zhu Wuwu sighed: "But the matter between me and him will have to be resolved sooner or later."

She's right, you can't solve the problem with your will.

In the end, it was Lin Yunlang who took the lead in letting go, and his reason was that he didn't want her to get hurt.

The two people in charge ended this meaningless 'tug-of-war' in this way.

When Duan Jingtian arrived in a hurry, the show had already ended, and he, the melon-eating crowd, didn't even catch the melon skin.