There are only seven simple words.

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"Do your part."

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Fortunately, her husband is not angry, otherwise he will drive her away directly. Maybe, Siyu closes her mobile phone and orders the kitchen to cook bird's nest porridge according to Lu Chi mo.

Li Yang was lying on the chair quietly. After a while, he got up and walked numbly to the bathroom.

After taking a bath to dry her hair, she almost exhausted all her strength. She wanted to go back to bed to sleep, but her body seemed to be possessed by a demon. She walked out of the door uncontrollably and walked into Lu Chi Mo's room step by step.

The huge room did not turn on the light, the curtain was opened, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the room. Li Yang went to open the drawer in his closet, took out the photo frame and took out the photo.

By the moonlight, Li Yang saw the yellow old photo on the back, which was a brand-new pen handwriting: hold your hand and grow old with your son.

As Ji Ziqi said, Lu Chi Mo and she made a lifetime agreement.

After all, Li Yang couldn't control it. Her tears fell quietly and hit the line.

Looking at the handwriting gradually blurred, she suddenly reacted and quickly wiped it with her sleeve for several times. However, she could not restore the original appearance. She put the photo back into the photo frame, put it in the drawer, closed it, and sat down on the bed.

The whole body seems to be reeling cocoon like, exhausted.

as like as two peas, she was unable to lie back. The whole body was surrounded by cold and cold breath on the bed. It was just like Lu Chimo's taste. Her heart was settled. She thought she would lie for a few minutes and lay down for a few minutes to go back to her room.

But gradually sleepy hit, unconsciously sleep in the past, dream of sunshine, beach, flowers, blessing sound, melodious music

In the dream, Ji Ziqi, wearing a white wedding dress, wearing lace gloves and holding Chi Mo's hand, walked through the arched flower gate one by one, and walked to the wedding stage set up in advance.

The gauze around the stage is gently lifted by the wind, like a dream.

The Emcee's speech sounded slowly in the breeze, "Mr. Lu Chi Mo, would you like to marry Miss Ji Ziqi as your lawful wife and swear in public..."

Her eardrum was buzzing, and the voice of the emcee became more and more blurred. She could not hear clearly how hard she tried. She only saw Lu Chi's thin lips lifted. She could distinguish three words from his mouth shape: I will.

She sat under the stage and closed her eyes painfully. When she opened her eyes again, he had already taken out the "eternal heart" and was ready to put it on Ji Ziqi's ring finger.

"No --"

she suddenly stood up, rushed to the table, took his hand, and begged, "Chi Mo, I beg you, don't leave me, don't marry others, OK?"

However, Lu Chi Mo just condescended, coldly glanced at her, the voice of cold bones mixed with thick disgust, "Li Yang, who do you think you are, qualified to say such words?"

"Chi Mo, I love you, I don't want you to marry someone else, I don't want you to marry me!" she cried

"Love me?! Oh He sneered, as if to hear something particularly funny, the tone of contempt to the extreme, "Li Yang, you can't carry the appearance of your identity, it looks really disgusting, disgusting!"

He took Ji Ziqi into his arms. "See, what I love is Ziqi. You'd better be smart and get out of here, and don't appear in front of me until you die!"

Ji Ziqi put her hands around Lu Chi Mo's waist and leaned against her arms with a smile like a flower. "Xiao Yang, ah Chi and I are going to get married. You will bless us, right?"

Li Yang shook his head with tears. "No, Chi Mo is mine. I don't want you to get married."

Ji Ziqi suddenly shut up a smile, lips covered with a fierce smile, "Xiaoyang, did not expect me to take your friend, but you want to rob my husband." She drank coldly, "come on, drag this cheap woman down to me!"

A group of people rushed up and dragged her away. She cried so hard that she clung to his clothes and refused to leave. "Don't drive me away, I won't go, Chi Mo, I won't go..."

Her fingers were broken off one by one. She tried her best to open everyone's hands. She heard her cry. She was hoarse and desperate. She knew that it was impossible, but she had to ignore it, as long as she was with him.

After all, she was torn off her finger and dragged it out on the ground. Watching him wear the ring on Ji Ziqi's ring finger, Ji Ziqi smiles happily and contentedly. He looks at her with contempt and disdain in his eyes, as if to say, Li Yang, you are not worthy of

Such eyes, like a knife gouged out in the heart, gouging out blood and meat, repeatedly

Siyu carrying the bird's nest porridge into the room, a bit scared, full of moonlight, looks bleak and strange, vision far away, a petite body curled up on the bed.

Siyu quickly went up, put the bowl on the bedside table, reached for the wall lamp.

Under the quiet light, the big face was full of tears, and the hair and pillow were wet. Looking at the heartbreaking pain, Siyu wet her eyes, reached out to push her body, "madam, you wake up."And the person on the bed seems to be in a nightmare, completely can't hear her words, only painfully grasping the clothes in front of the chest, shivering, mouth constantly murmuring, "do not..."

Siyu couldn't help but feel more sad. His strength in his hand was bigger, "madam, wake up, wake up quickly."

Siyu pushed and yelled many times. The woman in bed moved her eyes and tried a few times before slowly opening her eyes. Her eyes were full of sadness and despair

Li Yang was immersed in his dream. It took him a long time to recover. Through the water mist, he saw a beautiful face. His voice was weak and hoarse, "thinking of rain..."

Siyu's eyes were red, "madam, I'm here..."

Li Yang gently blinked, "I just had a nightmare..."

Siyu sniffed, "I know."

In the end, it is a dream of how painful things, to be so heartbroken into such a look, let alone the feelings of the parties themselves, it has to be more heartrending.

Li Yang raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling of the house, as if to say to Siyu, but more like to say to himself, "maybe not a nightmare."

Perhaps this dream is to remind her not to be wishful thinking, otherwise her end will be more miserable than the dream, and the dream is to let her feel in advance, let her break the thought she shouldn't have.

"Well?" Siyu did not understand the meaning of Li Yang's words, "not a nightmare, what is it?"

"It's nothing. I'll just say it casually." Li Yang turned to look at her, "by the way, how did you come up?"