When he stopped and leaned against the tree trunk by the road, gasping for air with tears streaming down his face, he unexpectedly saw Cheng Nuo still carrying a lunch box, standing cautiously not one meter away from him. Maybe it was like this when I was a kid, no matter how sad I was, it was only a matter of a meal. "Cheng Nuo, I want to eat lunch." As soon as the hoarse voice finished speaking, his eyes darkened and he fell to the ground...
Gu Xihu stood under the lush phoenix tree, raising her head to thank her. From Xia Nan's perspective, her dark eyes seemed to be filled with countless rays of light, so gorgeous that people couldn't look away. After saying that, she was about to go upstairs, but her wrist was gently held by another hand, "Gu Xihu, I will not give up." That gentle but firm voice broke into her heart, just like Cheng Nuo's tone two years ago. But he is not him...
She rarely pays attention to society and finance, so she is completely insensitive to this figure. She is still wondering, doesn't he have such a big son? Then I thought about it, could it be that my wife was dead? Hey, no wonder little kid Jiujiu is crying for his mother so sadly. Just as she was sighing wildly, a deep look from the podium fell on her...