"Yueyue, don't be like this, can you let Qiao Chen feel at ease?"

Xu Xu hurriedly went over and picked up Xiao Qiao, she looked at Su Yue, crying and comforting, "He doesn't want you to cry, he doesn't want you to be like this, the more you are like this, how can you let him down?" ”

Little Joe on his body is still crying for his father.

Lifelike patted Xiao Qiao's back again, "Xiao Qiao doesn't cry, Dad doesn't want Xiao Qiao." ”

She coaxed as she turned and went out.

"Jojo, how can you do this?" Su Yue listened to the lifelike words, her emotions were slightly controlled, and tears dripped onto the back of Qiao Chen's cool hand.

She looked at him.

Just kept looking at her, her Jojo, the gentle Jojo, has been at the end of her life force since then?

……

In the empty house, every corner is full of good memories.

The round marble countertop dining table, a layer of dust fell on the tabletop, Su Yue's white little hand, stretched over, and his fingers lightly scratched on it, and several finger prints were clearly visible.

She reached out and pulled away a chair, ignoring the dust on it, and bent down to sit down.

Fingers are casually drawing on the table.

When I came back to my senses, the table was full of 'Jojo'.

"Taste the honey chicken wings I studied today."

"How?"

"Except for a little salty and a little sweet, it's all good."

"That's not good."

"Good, really."

Su Yue looked at the other side, Qiao Chen smiled and showed his neat white teeth, with a smiling voice, which sounded like a spring breeze.

She reached over, "Jojo......"

But I can't touch it.

The tip of her nose was sore, she withdrew her hand, held back the tears rolling in her eyes, pressed her hands on the table, slowly got up, and went elsewhere.

The bright sunlight shining through the glass into the balcony was a bit dazzling.

Su Yue stretched out her hand and shook the seven-colored hanging chair, then bent down and sat down, her head resting on the edge of the hanging chair, tiptoe to the ground, shaking gently.

I closed my eyes, and the man who was as gentle as jade flashed in my mind again.

He nestled lazily on the sling chair, and Su Xiaoqiao lay on him like a puppy.

"Let's change this place, put a hanging chair, and you can bask in the sun and read here in the afternoon, how about it?"

"If you like it."

He always said it's good if you like it.

Two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, but the pursed lips slowly bent up.

"Su Yue, you are so good-looking."

Under the candlelight, Qiao Chen's fingertips gently caressed her cheeks, but the soft lips finally fell on her forehead.

Su Yue's body shook suddenly, and her eyes opened.

The sun is still so abundant, enough dazzling, and the trees outside are still so green.

Everything is still the same as before, but things are not people.

Jojo, her Jojo will never come back?

Said yes to open that piece of soil into their garden, said yes to be Little Joe's father.

"Mommy."

Xiao Qiao's immature voice suddenly came from behind her, Su Yue's thoughts were interrupted, she quickly wiped her tears with her hands, got up and smiled and shook her head at Xiao who was rushing towards her.

"Little Joe."

Su Yue picked up Su Xiaoqiao and kissed her on the face.

"Where's Daddy?" Su Xiaoqiao looked at the rocking chair that was still shaking and asked.

Su Yue smiled and said, "Dad went far, far away. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Qiao pouted sadly, "When will you come back?" ”

(I don't want to repeat it, I have a convulsion, this chapter is replaced, and the friends who read the reader want to delete the bookshelf.,Re-read it.,Continue to ask for a monthly pass.。 ）

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