Is it something that can cause pain enough for people to live or die? Or is it garbage that can be thrown away and ignored?
The sunlight reflected by the window sill becomes weaker, then becomes clearer, becomes clearer, and then becomes weaker again, repeating itself in a cycle, just like the hurried footsteps of people in this world, which will never stop one day.
From noon to afternoon, Su Mozheng sat blankly on the bed, maintaining the same posture. During this period, Moqin got tired of crying. Under Su Mozheng's persuasion, she finally went back to rest. Su Mozheng told her not to think about it.
It was too much, so take a good rest and get some sleep. Mo Qin's eyes were always red and swollen, and her whole expression was distracted. He just mechanically said "OK" to her, "Yes, I understand."
Su Mozheng knew that she had not cried completely. Sure enough, after she left the ward, Su Mozheng heard her faint sobbing coming from behind the door panel. It was faintly like when she went to her father's house that year.
In the company, after accidentally falling down, I cried with extreme grievance. Because I was afraid of being seen, I didn’t dare to cry loudly, but because the pain was unbearable, I couldn’t help crying.
Mo Qin's crying sound was probably a reflection of myself that year.
She still remembered that it was in her father's company that she once again met the boy who kissed the back of her hand by the lotus pond. The floor in the corridor had just been dragged and was too slippery. She was wearing high heels and accidentally walked too fast.
She fell to the ground and sprained her ankle. At that moment, a pair of clean male hands stretched out in front of her in time. Su Mozheng looked up blankly and saw a pair of unruly black eyes. He said:
You were injured. Does it hurt? I'll help you up.
In fact, what a woman is not looking for is a lasting and vigorous vow. She only needs a caring look, a passionate hug, and a thoughtful word from the other person to capture her with the trap of love.
What happened next seemed so logical. He helped her up and carried her to the hospital. Su Mozheng neither refused nor accepted this series of actions. Along the way, she just lowered her eyebrows and raised her head occasionally.
A glimpse of his delicate chin. From the young man's mouth, Su Mozheng also knew that he was the special assistant to the president of the Su family. At this time, being called a young man seemed a bit embarrassing.
Too many coincidences add up to form fate. At least that's what Su Mozheng thought back then.
So where is the man who carried her to the hospital now?
Before her father woke up, Su Mozheng received a call from Jin Zun.
"Where are they?" Facing her, his words were always clean and crisp, as simple as they could be, without even the slightest hint of gentleness.
"Hospital," her father was angry because of him. Su Mozheng didn't want to say anything at the moment.
"Come back!" As in the usual commanding tone, the call was hung up.
Su Mozheng moved her phone away and looked at the notification above, with a wry smile on her lips. She thought she hadn't been home for a day and her father showed no signs of waking up, so she might as well go back.
When I came here, I came with an ambulance, but now I have to take a taxi back by myself.
Within a short while, the rental car had already stopped in front of the villa's gate. It was in the wealthy area halfway up the mountain, which was remote and quiet.
After entering the house and changing into slippers, he found that there was an extra pair of slippers on the shoe cabinet. They seemed to be women's slippers. Su Mozheng didn't care. Just as before, Jin Zun went home with his confidante.
Ever since Su Mozheng and Jin Zun got married, they had moved out of the Su family. Su Yongkang was more or less aware of Jin Zun's bad things behind his back, but because Su Mozheng repeatedly said good things for Jin Zun, he also
Just let him go. If Su Yongkang knew that Jin Zun had brought a woman into his home, he would definitely not let it go.
Su Yongkang's wife passed away prematurely, leaving only two daughters. Su Yongkang put his love for his deceased wife on his two daughters. It can be said that Su Mozheng and Su Moqin are just two flowers in the greenhouse.
, I have never seen human beings be so evil.
The housekeeper came over and reminded Su Mozheng, "Miss, the young master told you to go directly to the study upstairs to find him when you arrive. He is waiting for you."
Su Mozheng's nose wrinkled slightly, and she quickly covered up her dissatisfaction due to her excellent temper.
In the study room, after knocking on the door three times, Su Mozheng turned the door handle and walked in.
Jin Zun stood by the window sill with his back turned, no expression visible on his face against the light.
Su Mozheng took a deep breath and quietly clasped her hands behind her back, holding on tightly, holding on hard, "Zun, are you looking for me for something?" She was looking forward to him explaining that huge misunderstanding, looking forward to him
Explain that those words yesterday did not come from the mouth of Jin Zun.
"Su Mozheng, how many years have we been married?" He turned around and looked at her. His body in a black silk suit was as unruly as a panther. Her cold and cold black eyes reflected her expectations and fears.
, a charming figure.
"Three years and fifteen days," Su Mozheng answered without hesitation.
"Haha, you remember it clearly," his thin lips spit out a mocking smile, but it was cold, "But I never remember it!"
The blood on Su Mozheng's lips faded away in an instant.
"It's been three years. It's time to end this marriage." He pulled out a document from the desk and threw it to her, "Su Mozheng, sign it!"
Su Mozheng did not pick it up, but stood there stupidly, letting the document rain down in front of her like a rain of flowers, and the remaining frost fell to the ground.
The divorce agreement has five large characters printed prominently on it.