Novel: Husband: "If you die, you will die by my side" The wife sneered: Well, let's die together

She used him, not Daddy.

Mo Wenxi's heart tightened, and he quickly explained, "No, Yan Yan guessed wrong, her mother just had a stomachache, Yan Yan don't blame her father, he didn't beat her mother, he didn't..."

In the past five years, no matter how deeply and painfully Mo Wenxi was hurt by him, she never said a bad word about him in front of Yan Yan, but constantly erected him into a great father image in her heart.

But Yan Yan is a thoughtful, mature child than her peers after all, and she can feel the unusualness in the middle.

She knew that her years of hard work were about to be ruined by him.

"Really?" Yan Yan's childish voice was uncertain, and she looked up at her.

"Really."

Yan Yan's small hand rubbed on her stomach, "Yan Yan will not hurt if she rubs her mother." ”

Mo Wenxi's heart was warm, her eyes were even more sour, and her chin rubbed on Yan Yan's head.

"Mom doesn't hurt, Mom is happy, Yan Yan is hurting Mom."

She hugged her tightly, as if holding her whole world.

Half an hour later, Yan Yan's sobbing became weaker and weaker, but her brows were still wrinkled like knots, and she whispered in her dream: "Mother, even if people all over the world don't love you, Yan Yan loves you, Yan Yan hurts you..."

Yan Yan's whispering suddenly hit the softness of Mo Wenxi's heart, and her hand holding Yan Yan became tighter, her body shook into chaff and tears flooded into disaster.

Gu Mingyu outside the door did not leave, he stood in the doorway, and the cries and dialogues inside passed into his ears word for word.

The manic feeling in his heart, no matter how much he pressed it, could not suppress it.

In five years, I have returned home less than ten times, and each time I have brought a woman with me, in order to stimulate her and torture her.

Allow yourself to get the thrill of revenge in the process.

But today all this seems to have changed, and he can't find that kind of pleasure, but instead has an inexplicable sense of guilt.

He fled out of the home where he had not admitted to coming back for five years.

The air outside was cold, and the cold wind blew into his heart from the surface of his skin, cold and uncomfortable.

He went to the bar, which usually made him forget the pain, but now he felt disgusted.

His mind was full of images of the woman who had stubbornly refused to accept defeat in front of him for five years.

The enchanting bar girl came to him to talk to him, and was cautiously opened by his eyes.

Usually, he likes to be ambiguous with these women the most.

But today there are repeated anomalies.

He felt sick.

Because of Wen Qian's death, he suffered from lovesickness.

next day.

Mo Wenxi got up and found that Yan Yan had disappeared.

She got out of bed to look for it, but when she didn't find it, she heard the knocking of pots and pans from the kitchen.

"Boo!"

The sound of a violent metal collision.

"Ah... Mom...... Mom..."

A terrible thought flashed in Mo Wenxi's mind, and he rushed into the kitchen like a fly.

I saw that Yan Yan's left hand was red, and the water on the ground was sprinkled on the ground, and the green smoke was swirling.

She stepped barefoot on the hot ground and picked up Yan Yan, she poured cold water on Yan Yan and carried her to the hospital.

Halfway through she called him: "Mingyu, it's not good... Not good..."

"Wait a minute, I'm in a meeting."

Mo Wenxi looked at the phone in his hand that had been hung up before he finished speaking, and helplessly wanted to cry, Yan Yan used another hand that was not hot to help her wipe her tears.

"Mom don't cry, Yan Yan doesn't hurt... It doesn't hurt..." But her eyes kept filling with tears.

Mo Wenxi forced back the tears in his eye frame.

When she got to the hospital, she called him again, but he had already turned off the phone.

The doctor helped Yan Yan deal with the wound, and Yan Yan cried several times in pain, but she did not cry.

Second-degree burns, half of the skin below the elbow of the right hand is burned.

Mo Wenxi looked at the side and saw the pain in his eyes, and he longed to hurt her on her behalf.

After taking care of the wound, she carried Yan Yan to the ward, and Yan Yan sensibly smiled at her and said, "It doesn't hurt." ”

Mo Wenxi spoiled and printed a kiss on his daughter's forehead, "Yan Yan, if it hurts, say it, don't endure it." ”