Ruan Xiaomo has been here for a long time, and he has been completely healthy both mentally and physically.

She wants to say thank you to Mo Xiuze, and then go to her mother to find her mother, Wu Zhenyi.

It's been raining heavily these days, but the weather is not very good.

It's rare that today's heavy rain stopped, and drizzle, dancing in the air.

Sitting in the dining room on the second floor of the villa, Ruan Xiaomo drinks the coffee of polysaccharide while waiting for Mo Xiuze to appear for breakfast.

After a while, two people's footsteps appeared at the door together.

Ruan Xiaomo looked and saw Su Qiqi and Mo Xiuze.

Su Qiqi saw her, some thoughts were pierced embarrassment, quickly walked in, leaving Mo Xiuze.

"Good morning! Just now I met Mr. Mo in the corridor and came over together. " She toward Ruan small foam reluctantly smile to explain a way.

Ruan Xiaomo did not respond, just nodded, "what a coincidence."

Mo Xiuze saw a trace of loss at the bottom of his eyes, but soon he hid his emotion and came over with a smile.

"Or a lot of sugar?" He sat down beside him and saw at a glance that a lot of sugar was missing in the open sugar jar.

Ruan Xiaomo pursed her lips. "I can't drink without sugar. If I don't drink some coffee, I don't feel energetic in the morning."

She really convinced herself.

They wanted to refresh themselves, but they didn't like the bitter taste, so they tried to add sugar to it. Finally, the taste was so sweet that she could drink it with her nose.

"Spirit or not?" Mo Xiuze's tone showed an unconscious concern: "is the dose of anesthetic or too much? Would you like to call the doctor to see it? "

Ruan Xiaomo quickly waved his hand: "no, it's my own problem. I've been eating and sleeping all day, just like raising pigs. I guess if I go on like this, someone should give up my seat on the bus!"

Su Qiqi chuckled: "it's OK. You explain to people that you're just fat, not pregnant."

But Mo Xiuze's expression stagnated, and then he pulled up a shallow smile.

"Don't worry, you're not easy to get fat. You've never been fat before. Compared with you, the one who wants to be a model should be especially envious of you."

Ruan Xiaomo knew that he was talking about Xiang Demi. She thought that Xiang Demi was greedy, thin and wanted to gallop on the runway. She couldn't help but feel sad and funny for her.

"I can't match her in height and beauty. Moreover, when she went abroad, it's said that she finally got on the runway."

Ruan Xiaomo remembers what happened when she finally decided to escape from Jin liefeng.

Xiang Demi left, and Mohism found a support. She took great pains to send her mother away, but she couldn't escape.

But now, what she expected is coming true.

Jin liefeng when she died, she was as free as Mo Xiuze expected.

"By the way, Mo Xiuze, I --"

she remembered what she wanted to say and was about to open her mouth when she heard a new episode of news on the huge wall hanging TV in the restaurant.

"KW president Jin liefeng's wife passed away. KW president will personally handle the affairs for his wife and bury his beloved wife..."

Ruan Xiaomo stares at the TV screen, forgetting what he just wanted to say.

Jin liefeng is going to handle the affairs for her and bury her?

So, the corpse really cheated him?

Ruan Xiaomo looks at the picture on the news and scrolls over the news subtitles to see the picture of his trip.

Now Jin liefeng is no longer afraid to appear in front of the media.

Journalists swarmed forward to interview him.

The scene reporter's lens extremely shakes, the person carrying the camera is crowded by the crowd, the picture looks dizzy.

But Ruan Xiaomo is still staring at the TV screen tightly, as if the camera is shaking around. For her, it's not a problem at all.

Jin liefeng's bodyguards are well-trained. They block all reporters every minute.

Ruan Xiaomo finally noticed the figure of the man in a crack.

He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, with a high nose and a deep face.

But his lip color seems to be a little bad, and his face has lost a lot of weight. Although he covers half of his face with sunglasses, she also thinks that he looks very, very bad.

I don't know why, Ruan Xiaomo suddenly wants to know his current state of mind.

Is he sad?

How sad is it?

Is it because of her death, or because she finally escaped his control with "death"?

Jin liefeng, did he shed a tear for her "death"?

Perhaps, if Jin liefeng is willing to grieve for her death, it is not a pity that she, as chongmo, likes his heart with all her heart.

I don't know when the news will end.

Until the next financial news came in, Ruan Xiaomo recovered. She turned her head, lowered her head and unconsciously stirred the coffee.Heavy hearted, very uncomfortable.

The same dull feeling of overcast day, can't shout out, and too sticky to throw away.

It's like the rain outside the window is floating into her heart at the moment.

"It seems that my plan succeeded." Mo Xiuze's voice suddenly rang out, interrupted her wandering.

Ruan Xiaomo did not lift his head. He continued to stir the coffee and replied casually, "yes, he was cheated."

This time, she was really free.

That man will no longer imprison her or threaten her.

That corpse, will smooth everything before for her, and then take the soil completely dust in the past.

Ruan Xiaomo suddenly responded that he shouldn't behave like this.

Now, there are three people at the table. Her words and deeds will fall into the eyes of the other two.

She can't show what she is.

Mo Xiuze saved her, paid how much, did not tell her in detail.

But he is a person, how to carry the life and death crisis, and how to come back to s city to find her, ask her.

When all people think that she is really dead, what kind of faith can he hold up to find the evidence that she is still alive?

This persistence, this feeling, she can never give the same response.

"I, after their funeral, should be able to relax completely?" Ruan Xiaomo smiles, but his smile is reluctant.

Mo Xiuze didn't speak. He just looked at her quietly. His Obsidian eyes seemed to know what she was thinking.

Su Qiqi looked at him, then at Ruan Xiaomo, and said in a voice: "yes, right. After being buried, everything is over."

Mo Xiuze was still silent.

Ruan Xiaomo forcefully pinched the spoon in his hand, and there was a sentence crashing in his chest, almost out of his throat all the time.

She stirred the coffee into a vortex.

Vortex, can put everything away from the center, all rolled in again.

Ruan Xiaomo stares at the whirlpool. There is a voice in her mind to stop her. Don't say it.

"Mo Xiuze, I think Look at my own funeral. "