He Qidong raised his lips and suppressed what he wanted to say.

Instead of talking so much, it’s better to do it.

At this time, Qiao Qiao still seemed to love life and live happily every day.

In fact, she has lost the trust between people.

She is just a shell.

The outer shell seems indestructible, but the inside is soft and fragile.

She had opened that hard shell to others and handed over her soft heart, but it was scarred all over.

For her to open her heart again, it won't happen in a day or two.

He Qidong knows these very well.

When sending Qiao Qiao back to the company, He Qidong linked to their company's wiff and hacked into Qiao Qiao's mobile phone.

On her WeChat official account, I found the appointment record of the obstetrics and gynecology department of a certain hospital.

May 27th.

Just next week.

…

Shang Group.

Phytolacca walked out of the building and got into a Rolls-Royce.

After getting in the car, he called the hospital.

"She still hasn't said a word today?"

"Third Master, I'm sorry. Our psychotherapist has exhausted all methods."

"I'll be there in half an hour, don't tell her."

After hanging up the phone, Shanglu sighed deeply.

There was a suffocating breath in the chest.

The whole lungs were constricted.

On the way to the hospital, I saw a cake shop.

Shanglu asked Xiao Chen to stop the car.

He asked two old friends, Su Bingtian and Chen Zi, whether their daughter Su Jingxiao likes to eat mango-flavored thousand layers.

So, he went and bought one.

When he got into the car with the bag in his hand, he suddenly remembered that he and Qiao Qiao had been together for almost two years, and he didn't even know what flavor of cake Qiao Qiao liked to eat.

Just don't want her anymore.

What a jerk.

Even worse is:

On the seventh day of July, the traditional Chinese Valentine's Day, he will announce his marriage to Su Jingxiao to the entire media.

His engagement ceremony with Su Jingxiao was broadcast live on the entire Internet.

But at this time, he was still thinking about his ex-wife.

He is a complete asshole.

Reason told him that since he had chosen to end his past life, he had no right to think about it anymore.

But he couldn't control himself.

A piece of mango-flavored layer cake can bring back all his memories of Qiao Qiao.

All the way to the hospital, my thoughts were like a surging tide.

I don’t know how she has been doing in the past three months?

Has her body recovered after the miscarriage?

When he arrived at the hospital and was going to see Su Jingxiao, he suppressed these thoughts in his heart.

Don't show it at all.

Su Jingxiao was not in the ward.

She let the nurse push her and looked at the rippling blue waves in the lake under a tree downstairs.

The afternoon sun was so warm, falling on her body through the mottled tree shadows.

Su Jingxiao's body was obviously bright, but her whole person was lifeless.

Su Jingxiao woke up from a coma on the third day after Shangluca and Qiao Qiao broke up.

For three months, Su Jingxiao didn't say a word to anyone.

Every day I either stare at something in a daze, or I close my eyes and don’t see anyone.

Phytolacca carried the piece of cake and walked over.

He ordered the nurse to let her leave first.

Even though she knew he was coming, Su Jingxiao remained motionless in the wheelchair.

If it weren't for the wind blowing her short hair that grew back after being shaved during the surgery, I would have thought she was a stone statue.

Phytolacca walked over, squatted down, took out the piece of cake from the exquisite box, and spread it in the palm of his hand.

"I brought you your favorite layer cake, mango flavored."

"Would you like to try it?"

Su Jingxiao didn't speak.

The once gentle and beautiful smile disappeared completely.

There was not even a drop of light in his eyes.

The long curly hair turned into short hair, making her face look even more sickly.

Shanglu held her hand and said, "I have scheduled our engagement ceremony for the Chinese Valentine's Day in early July. Tomorrow I will ask the fashion designer to come over to measure your size and make a custom-made dress for you, okay?"

When those scandalous photos flow into celebrity circles.

Even though Phytolacca had people delete it, people in the upper class circles had seen it.

Everyone said that Su Jingxiao was dirty and shabby, and her shoes were shabby and rotten.

I gave the money back to people who wanted it, but no one wanted it.

He never liked being in front of the media.

This engagement ceremony will be broadcast live to all media.

I just want those people to see that Su Jingxiao is not dirty and has broken shoes that no one wants.

Su Jingxiao will become the wife of the richest man in Pengcheng and the most distinguished Mrs. Shang.

With him intimidating him, no one dared to gossip behind his back.

He looked at her tenderly and said, "Jingxiao, there are still three months before the Chinese Valentine's Day. You need to work hard and get treatment, maybe you can stand up. I will take time to accompany you every day."

Under the mottled sunlight, Su Jingxiao slowly turned her head.

Turn sideways and look at Phytolacca.

In the past, Su Jingxiao never moved when Shanglu talked with her.

Today I can turn around and take a look at him.

Phytolacca was very happy.

He handed the cake over again and coaxed, "Try your favorite mango mille-feuille?"

"Are you happy?" Su Jingxiao raised her pale lips.

Shang Lu's eyes showed surprise. Today, Jingxiao spoke to him, "...If you can speak, that's my happiness."

Su Jingxiao's face was expressionless, "I'm asking you, you asked Qiao Qiao for forgiveness and were about to remarry her, but because of guilt, you turned around and wanted to marry me. Are you happy?"

"..." The smile on Shanglun's face froze.

The name he didn't let anyone mention came out of Su Jingxiao's mouth.

My heart was suddenly pulled.

Even his broad shoulders sank helplessly.

The two fell silent.

Everyone has their own thoughts.

As if she had penetrated his thoughts, Su Jingxiao pulled the corners of her lips and gave a bitter smile.
To be continued...