My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

The smell of tobacco in the room was choking. The atmosphere was even more depressing. Mother Zhou tightened her eyebrows and she walked into the room and pulled open the curtains and opened the windows.

The cold wind fills in at night, and the white moonlight outside the window. Mother Zhou turns around. She looks at her son in a painful way. She misses Zhou Yao very much. At that time, despite his intransigence, he is in the spirit and faith, and now he is alive, but people seem to be dead.

“Zhou Yao, let me ask you, what exactly do you want? Look at you now, you live a mess, you will live a mess with cold and this family... if you really have a woman outside, if you are really interested in Yang Lin, tomorrow I will ask your grandfather to tell Chief Yang that you will remarry... this family can't afford any more of your torments. ”

“Mom,” Zhou Yao smoked a cigarette, he didn't lift his head, the male voice was mute, "take your words back, don't say it again, you know, I won't remarry. ”

“Since you don't want to remarry, are you playing hooliganism out there? What happened to you and Yang Lin? I called you at the hospital, but she answered your phone. She said you slept next to her...”

Zhou Yao shook a sword brow and the ashes between his fingers fell on his pants. He didn't play with his hands. “Really? Maybe she picked up my phone, and I had nothing to do with her. ”

He answered concisely.

Mother Zhou also did not know what he meant. Her son was speaking less and less. The number of times she went back to Zhou's house in the past four years, she picked up with ten fingers, and he sealed himself up.

He and Yang Lin didn't want to explain what was going on.

But at that time, Zhou Mother found Zhou Yao a little unusual, and the man's face was a little morbid red, like a high fever.

Zhou Silong's illness attracted everyone's attention. Mother Zhou only saw that his black shirt and black suit pants were all wrinkled. As if he hadn't changed them in a few days, he also had a circle of scum on his jaw, which looked both depressing and lumpy.

“What's wrong with you?” As Mother Zhou walked forward, she reached out and touched Zhou Yao's forehead.

This touch surprised Mother Zhou, “Zhou Yao, why is your forehead so hot? You have a high fever, too? ”

Zhou Yao's entire body was hidden in a piece of gray. The man's body collapsed and there was no more weekday strength. He opened his mouth slightly, “Well, it rained a little the other day...”

The red rope fell off his neck, he searched all night, the rain didn't stop at night, the next day he had a high fever, he did not heal, but locked himself in the room, and by the time Xiaozhi came to deliver the meal in the afternoon, he was in a coma in bed.

He was sent to the infirmary, hung a drip, and Yang Lin was the doctor there, and maybe Yang Lin picked up his phone next to him when he hung the drip, which was probably the case.

Mother asked him about Yang Lin and he didn't want to answer, a stranger, he was being frank, he now felt tired, as if the whole person was going to be paralyzed, he didn't want to spend another cent of his brain on anyone.

Besides, even if people around the world think he's out there, he doesn't have to explain, because he doesn't have the person he wants to explain anymore.

Without her, what would anybody do with him?

Huh.

“Zhou Yao, you can't do this, your forehead is so hot, I'll call the doctor to hang you a little drip...”

“No, I took my pills. I'll sleep later, I'll wake up. ”

“How can this work? If you're sick, you can't drag it. I'll call the hospital.” Mother Zhou walked to the door.

“Mom!” the man yelled at her in the back, "I beg you, I'm tired. Leave me alone, will you? ”

Mother Zhou was stagnant and Zhou Yao was her son. In the past 32 years, he had never spoken to her in such a tone. His voice was filled with weakness and fatigue, but more so… cang sang and despair.

Mother Zhou's eyes turned red. She slowly turned to Zhou Yao's face and looked down at the man's low head. She quivered, "Son, what is wrong with you? ”

The man spit out a smoke in his mouth, he tightened his eyebrow, “I lost the... red rope she gave me... I looked everywhere, but... I couldn't find it...”

“Son...”

“It felt a lot like four years ago, four years ago I watched her in front of me... closed my eyes, I wanted to save her, even in exchange for my life, but... there was nothing I could do about it, I couldn't save her... now I lost the red rope that I had given her to me... I lost it, the time we fell in love was so short that it was her... the only gift that I had given me for the last four years, and I was leaning on it to miss it, and I looked at the photograph inside over and over again because I was afraid I'd forgotten her beautiful face, and I was afraid... I'd forgotten that I loved her too, and I was afraid... I'd forgotten that I was still alive..."

“But now I really have nothing... my heart has been emptied, the world is so big... I feel trapped in a maze, I am confused and helpless, I don't know what else I can do...”

“I really miss her so much, I was cold the previous two years and I was thinking when I was cold, I wasn't... alone, at least she left my son to me, but... cold grew bigger and bigger, looking at his eyes, looking at the red rope bell on his wrist, looking at his desire more than a day... mother's eyes, I found myself unable to accept, I couldn't comfort him, because his grief was not my grief, he needed a mommy, I also needed a woman... looking cold, I think my heart was bleeding...”

“I started running away, I started to spend less time with… I started looking for her shadow on other women… I could give them anything they wanted, as long as they let me see it and stay with me quietly…”

“I think it's a good game, I think I'm not wrong, but..." Zhou Yao lost his cigarette and he reached for his empty neck, "I know I'm wrong, because... she's angry, she's... punishing me, she even took back... the last thing I had...”

The words of Baiqi were still clearly echoed in his ear. She was right. His needle did not want him anymore, and his needle would not return!

She's right!

He will live the rest of his life in eternal pain.

The tears in Mother Zhou's eyes came out. Zhou Yao's position touching his neck was petrified. His eyes did not know where to look at the carpet, but Mother Zhou knew his eyes must have been empty.

Mother Zhou took the first two steps, she shook out her right hand and touched the man's hard short hair. The only setback in her son's life was Han Hong's death.

She knew that the death of the mackerel had crushed him.