Cute Wife: Trapped in a greedy tycoon

Chapter 117 Can't be cured
This piece is the only piano piece that Teng Moxun's mother knows.

It was the song he would listen to every day before he lost his mother.

When I was young, my mother would always play the piano and hum a song to lull him to sleep and make him happy.

Listening to such a simple melody at this moment, it's like scenes from childhood coming back before my eyes.

His mother left him, at the gate of Teng's mansion, forever and ever.

Teng Moxun leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. At this moment, he really wanted to stop the song, but because Yuan Xi was playing it, he was reluctant to let it stop.

This nightmare song, nightmare lyrics...

However, Yuan Xi, who was sitting there playing the piano, seemed to be infected by the sadness of this song. She lowered her eyes and felt a faint pain in a certain corner of her heart.

Why is this?It's just a very simple nursery rhyme...

The old woman sitting on the sofa didn't say a word, she was paralyzed, as if she was also immersed in the memory of the past.

The sad ones, or the happy ones, seem to be vivid and lingering.

She wanted to use this song to heal the shadow of Mo Xun's childhood, but in the end, even she was healed together.

A piece of music ended soon, and Yuan Xi's ten fingers left the piano lightly and placed them on his lap.

"Mo Xun!" Hua Qian's low voice seemed to recall Yuan Xi's thoughts.

She stood up quickly and walked out of the piano room.Sure enough, by the door, he saw Teng Moxun with a livid face, his eyes were downcast, his lips were pale, and he seemed to fall down at any moment.

"This song was often played to him by Mo Xun's mother." Hua Qian added softly.

Yuan Xi immediately understood, she took a step forward and took Teng Moxun's arm, looking straight at the man in front of her with big watery eyes.

She had never seen Teng Moxun like this, like a wounded lion, unwilling to let anyone see his wound, but the trickling blood exposed his pain again.

Teng Moxun was sad, and Yuanxi seemed to feel the same way.

"Yuanxi, let's go!" The man said in a low voice, and grabbed the girl's hand.

But only Yuan Xi knew that Teng Moxun's hands were shaking all the time, and even his fingertips were cold.

"How long are you going to escape?!" Behind him, the majestic and old voice came over so impartially, blocking Teng Moxun's footsteps.

"Although your mother abandoned you, what about you? Do you hate her or miss her? Why don't you dare to say it?" The old man continued, his voice trembling a little more.

"Of course I hate her. The person who threw me in the ice and snow has nothing to miss... It's just the person who abandoned me!" Teng Moxun's big palm became more and more forceful, pinching Yuanxi's fingers painfully.

The spine that has always been straight seems to collapse at any time.

Grandma, just tore open Teng Moxun's scabbed wound so big, it was bloody immediately.

"Since you hate her, why did you send someone to take care of her cemetery? Mo Xun, don't deceive yourself and torture yourself. In the end, you are the only one who is really hurt..." Grandma's eyes were filled with tears. Tears, she said persuasively, she just wanted to take this opportunity to completely heal the wound in Teng Moxun's heart.

only……

"Yuanxi, are you going or not? If you don't go, I will go!" Teng Moxun said in a trembling voice, as if he could no longer bear the oppression in the air, he strode away.

(End of this chapter)