His heart was shocked. Her eyes were unusually clear at the moment. She whispered: "Don't do this to him."
Just these six words hit Shen Mohan's bottom line instantly. He stayed aside and slid his hand down her arm bit by bit.
"Cheng Zihang" Su Cen squatted down in front of him, his long hair hanging down on the side of his face, "Let's go to the hospital."
He smiled at her, his gentle expression could not hide his pale face. He kept smiling, trying to make up for all the missing thoughts.
Su Cen smiled lightly and said, "Zihang, go to the hospital, you have had stomach surgery..."
A person who usually doesn't smoke or drink suddenly gets drunk and drinks heavily. His flesh and blood body is fragile after all. He ruins himself violently and the pain is invisible. He always needs to find a balance and replacement.
He is not ruthless enough to keep her, so he has to be ruthless to himself to miss her less.
Su Cen stretched out his hand to support him and walked forward step by step.
Shen Mohan stood behind her, his eyes locked on her, his thin lips pursed tightly, as thick as ink sinking into the sea. His right hand, which was clenched into a fist, was pinched by himself until blood marks gradually appeared, and the blood condensed into beads and was about to fall.
"Su Cen!" Shen Mohan stepped forward, pulled her over and kneaded her into his arms, "You're not allowed to go! Did you hear that, I'm not allowing you to go!"
Su Cen was very obedient and remained motionless in his arms. Instead, she hugged his waist and said word by word: "Send him to the hospital!"
She raised her head and looked up at the man, looking at him with clear eyes and a vague smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Husband," she suddenly called him, "you owe him this."
Shen Mohan's body trembled. An unprecedented panic made him breathe quickly, but he could do nothing. He watched his most beloved woman help other men walk out step by step.
In the ward, the man on the bed kept looking at the ceiling with his eyes open, and the medicine dripped into his body rhythmically.
Seeing her come in, Cheng Zihang smiled at her, moved his fingers, and finally lowered them.
"Have a good rest." Su Cen approached and remained silent for a long time and only said these four words.
"Yes." He nodded, very seriously.
The two people looked at each other, and the emotion in their eyes was unmatched. He was still in love, and the distance between him and Su Cen was cut into a crack by time, an abyss, and she became the end of the world that he could never reach.
"Take good care of yourself from now on. If you have a bad stomach, you should pay more attention. Also, some things have passed, forget about it! Start over and make yourself happy, okay?"
Su Cen bent down and straightened his quilt. These gentle words sounded like a farewell in Cheng Zihang's heart.
Cheng Zihang said hoarsely: "Susu, I'm sorry, I..."
Su Cen's nose felt sour, "Cheng Zihang, how could you let it go in the first place?"
"You said you loved me, but you gave up on me in the end!"
When she heard that they might have been together but he gave up because of his family, her heart felt empty. She has been living with her own guilt for him. She has always thought that she gave up.
But in the end, he discovered that it was another fact, which made her a little unbearable.
Su Cen slowly squatted down and rested his face on his right hand, "You were the one who didn't want me first, Cheng Zihang, you were the one who didn't want me first!"
She burst into tears, "I used to like you so much, but you abandoned me so cruelly."
Cheng Zihang was stunned for a moment, and the hand stroking her hair gradually loosened. Today, she no longer has the position to make demands. What she is sad about is the past, and she has not wavered towards him at all.
When Su Cen left, he was still awake. She didn't say goodbye to him. She raised her hand to check the time, took her bag and left.
Cheng Zihang stared at her every move.
"Susu" he called her, making one last effort.
The hand holding the doorknob paused for two seconds, and then the door closed with a click, leaving only a quiet room.
It was very cold outside, the drizzle was mixed with the cold air, and it hit his face so hard that it was freezing. Su Cen kept shaking and his teeth kept chattering. The Burberry scarf covered half of his face. The lights were dim in the fog, and occasionally the car that drove quickly splashed
Su Cen jumped to avoid the water on the road, and the wind brought by the passing car made her shiver.
She raised her head and saw Shen Mohan not far away, standing under the street lamp in black clothes. The moist light shrouded his body, casting a faint shadow.
Shen Mohan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to her.
There was a road between the two of them. Su Cen coughed twice, and the horn sounded as the car passed by. At the sound of "beep", she lowered her head, and tears squeezed out of her eyes little by little.
"Honey, let's go home"
Shen Mohan held her hand, but the force was too strong. Su Cen felt that her muscles and bones were aching. She was frozen in place and refused to move.
"Let's go home! Did you hear that?" Shen Mohan turned around and shouted at her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her, "Go home! Su Cen goes home!"
She bit her lip, and her small sobs were particularly clear in this night, "Shen Mohan, why? Why? You lied to me..."
Shen Mohan's toughness collapsed instantly. He relaxed his strength and held her hand with tenderness and reluctance. "Cen'er, can we go home?"
He hugged her into his arms and kissed her hair with moist lips, "Aunt Mei made your favorite snacks. Yangyang is still waiting for you at home. I have also been waiting here for a long time..."
Along the way, she was led by him, but neither of them spoke. The heating in the car was turned on at full speed. Su Cen was weak from the shock of the day, and his face turned red as the heat suffocated.
Everyone in the villa smiled happily when they saw her entering the house. After a few minutes, they suddenly felt that the air pressure was wrong. The pressure was too low for the two of them, especially Su Cen, who looked like he was covered in wounds.
She said to the aunt who was setting the dishes and chopsticks: "Don't bother, I don't want to eat." She turned around and kissed her son's face, "Yangyang, be good, mommy is not feeling well, please eat well."
The little guy stared at his round eyes, looked at his mother's red eyes, and then looked at his father's dark face. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak out. He didn't understand what happened to the adults before.
Shen Mohan, who was already seated, his face darkened when he heard these words. Looking at Su Cen's back going up the stairs, he couldn't help but feel depressed. He grabbed the tableware in front of him and threw it out.
The "bump" sound made the little guy almost slide off the stool in fright. He stared, held his mouth, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Su Cen entered the bedroom and heard the sound of bowls being thrown downstairs.
She leaned against the door panel and slipped to the ground, her face already full of tears.
"Open the door" Shen Mohan took off his coat, threw it to the ground, and walked quickly upstairs.
"Su Cen, open the door!" He raised his fist, rolled up his sleeves and slammed the door panel hard, his voice rising a bit.
The little guy was so frightened by this situation that he cried out "Wow". He got down from the chair, kicked his little fat legs, and ran upstairs. His father stood beside him at the door and cried.
The servants downstairs, seeing this scene, did not dare to come forward to persuade them. Ling Yue gave them each a wink and asked them to go back to their rooms.
Su Cen squatted on the ground and cried softly, his round nails digging into his flesh.
"Bang! Bang!" The man lost his patience, was impatient and afraid, but he loved her after all and couldn't bear the slightest bit of alienation. He roared through the door, "Su Cen, do you hear me? Open the door for me!"
You know it, right? You're sad, right? You're hesitant, right? You don't know how to choose.
Well, bad guys will fight to the end and be as tough as him. They would rather end up together than take different paths!
The little guy who was crying sadly was frightened by Shen Mohan's roar. He touched the tears on his face with his chubby hands, clenched his fists, looked up at his biological father, and roared with all his strength.
He turned around and said, "Why are you ordering Mom so loudly? Don't you know how to speak well?!"
Shen Mohan glanced down, with tears still in the corners of his eyes, clenched his fists, and said impatiently, "If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here right now!!"
I said that, but the sound was obviously lowered by a few decibels.
Who knew that the little guy would take advantage of the situation, so he kicked his father and said loudly, "Kick him! I'm not afraid of you! You dare to bully your mother, you are a bad person!"
The angry little guy is like a little cheetah with aroused fighting spirit. His aggressive appearance is a typical miniature version of Shen Mohan.
"Ling Yue, get him down here," Shen Mohan yelled downstairs.
Ling Yue hurriedly ran up and took the little guy away forcefully, "Yangyang, good boy, uncle will take you out to play. Can you let the adults handle their own matters?".
The troublesome little guy kicked and cried and was taken away by Ling Yue. Shen Mohan's raised fist hit the door panel again.
The vibration of the door panel ran up her back, causing a dull pain. Su Cen covered her face and cried, her breathing disordered.
"That's enough!" She opened the door suddenly, "Shen Mohan! That's enough for you!"
"Shen Mohan, you liar!" Su Cen raised his fist and hit him hard, "You liar!"
The corners of Shen Mohan's mouth twitched, not expecting her to react like this. He punched the wall behind her hard, his eyes were red, and blood fell drop by drop from the gap.
"Liar?" He sneered, "Do you think I am shameless? Do you regret it? I said that since you came to me in the first place, I will not give you any chance to choose again. You are mine and only mine!"
He leaned close to her ear, breathing bloodthirsty words, "Cen'er, if you want to leave again, just step over my body!"
Su Cen turned her head away and couldn't hold back her tears. He made her lose a loved one. Now, she is a little unsure. Is Shen Mohan the right person? Not knowing doesn't mean it didn't happen. Hidden scars
After being uncovered, the time in between was like a sharp knife, causing her unspeakable pain.
"How could you do this, Shen Mohan, how could you do this!?" Su Cen calmed his tone and choked with sobs: "You are so cruel, you have completely cut off my feelings, and you have completely cut off all the escape routes between me and him. You
How could this be possible?!"
"I always thought that I was sorry for him. I always thought that he didn't make any effort towards me and his previous relationship. But now it seems that it's not that he didn't try hard, but that you did all this. Shen Mohan, how do you want me to face you?
?!"
Su Cen looked at him blankly, the tears on his face refused to fall away, "Shen Mohan, you are so powerful, your scheming scares me..."