President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 126 Loved or Not: The Dreamer
Su Yaoyang suddenly called out Gu Manluo's name, Chang Yihuan's hand sank and almost knocked over the medicine bottle in his hand.

"Man Luo, is that you?" Su Yaoyang struggled to grab Chang Yihuan's hand.

The newly healed wound burst open, and blood flowed down the back of the hand.

Finally, she still couldn't hide her hand, and it was held in his palm.

In the end, it's not that she doesn't love that person, it's that that person doesn't want her love...

Su Yaoyang, do you know what the cruelest thing in this world is?
It's me who obviously loves you, but still pretends not to love you, appear in front of you, and talk to you with words that have nothing to do with love.

"Man Luo, I'm sorry..."

The medicine in the medicine bottle splashed out and landed on the back of her hand.

A tear fell, fell into the brown liquid medicine, and flowed down the back of his hand to his body.

The white shirt was stained with the liquid and turned light brown.

Chang Yihuan lost his mind, withdrew his hand, and spread the liquid medicine evenly on his wound.

Although she didn't know what happened to him, she knew that it must have something to do with Gu Manluo.

Since the person he misses is Gu Manluo, what's the point of her staying here?
Don't love, always just don't love.

The medicine had been applied, and Su Yaoyang's wound was treated cleanly. She changed into clean clothes for him. Seeing his stretched eyebrows, she turned and went up to the second floor.

She quietly woke up Yang Yang, embraced Tong Tong who was still asleep, and left without a sound.

The night wind blew by, lifting her flying hair, much like that year in Japan, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, but he was missing.

The wound on her left leg has gradually healed. Although her eyes can't see clearly, she still remembers the way when she came here, just like Su Yaoyang's face.

That is something I will never forget forever...

With heavy steps, she opened the door.

The person standing outside the door was the one she was waiting for. When she saw her, she smiled, "He needs you very much now..."

Gu Manluo just looked at her with incomprehensible doubts.

She didn't know what was going on in this woman's mind, so she could only quietly watch her walk away step by step.

Under that small figure, how bitter and strong should he pretend to be?

Gu Manluo didn't hesitate any longer, turned around and walked into the Mo Pavilion, and locked it.

Chang Yihuan, you gave me the opportunity yourself, so don't blame me for being ruthless!
Yang Yang didn't sleep, he sat beside Su Yaoyang, staring at his father with dark eyes, the ten-year-old child showed a calm demeanor that didn't match his age.

Those tightly pursed lips were exactly the same as Su Yaoyang's.

When Gu Manluo came in, she saw the child changing towels for Su Yaoyang. She touched Su Yaoyang's head to make sure he was not awake.

Turning her gaze to Yangyang, her bright face did not show the aura of a mother, "Gu Chenyang, look more clearly, you are not worthy to be a descendant of the Su family..."

The child bit his lip tightly, his hands retracted behind his back, and slowly clenched into fists.

The child's language expression is very lacking, he can't speak, just staring at his mother.

In his world, his mother never liked her, and never gave him anything. All his mother did was bring him into this world.

The child lowered his head, his young heart was ruthlessly hurt again, and the person who made him hurt was his mother.

Most of the time, he hates Tongtong, because Tongtong not only has the love of his father, but also the love of his mother. Tongtong's mother loves Tongtong like that, but his mother never seems to have loved him.

Most of the time, he likes to play with Tongtong, except when Tongtong mentions his mother.

Tongtong said that her mother would beat her because she made a mistake, but as soon as Tongtong started to cry, Chang Yihuan would stop and hold Tongtong in her arms. Tongtong said that at that time, she would not I hate my mother, but feel that my mother's embrace is very warm.

Everyone has a mother who loves him, why doesn't he have one?

Ten-year-old Yang Yang couldn't figure it out. Most of the time, he closed himself in his world, quietly watching this world that didn't belong to him.

If there is no father, perhaps, he is really just an orphan.

"Gu Chenyang, listen carefully. After Dad wakes up, I won't allow you to talk nonsense, especially about Tongtong and Chang Yihuan!" A cold light flashed in Gu Manluo's eyes.

Gu Chenyang raised his eyes, gave her a cold look, turned around and went up to the second floor without saying anything.

This is his mother...

In his dream, Su Yaoyang felt a pair of familiar and warm hands walking over his wound, soothing his wound little by little, and warming his cold body.

Those hands were so warm and familiar, they were the warmest hands he had ever held.

Yihuan, is that you?
He eagerly wanted to open his eyes, he wanted to be sure who that person was.

The scorching sun shone in through the white curtains, he closed his eyes, and opened them again, a familiar face was lying beside him.

It was really just a dream...

Su Yaoyang sighed, a little melancholy.

The pain in his muscles was channeled into his brain nerves, he moved slightly, trying to get out of bed, but woke up the person next to the bed.

"Yang, where are you going?" Gu Manluo was awakened, and looked at him even more sternly.

The newborn stubble made him more lazy, strong light shone in from behind him, his broad back separated the light from the shadow, the intersection of light and darkness fell on his body, the pale face Slightly tired.

He stopped, turned around to look at her, and then turned his gaze to the distance, "Man Luo, have you been taking care of me all this time?"

Gu Manluo was startled, then smiled at him, "Of course I've been taking care of you! Yangyang said he was afraid, so he called me over..."

His eyes became more and more lost, and he supported the sofa with his wrinkled hands so that he would not fall down. The bulging veins were engraved on the back of his hands one by one, "Yangyang has too many things..."

The child stood shyly back behind Gu Manluo, hugging Gu Manluo's waist.

He knows better than anyone else the consequences of offending Su Yaoyang!
"Don't blame the child, I called and heard Yang Yang crying, so I rushed here..."

What she said was reasonable, the mother cared about her son, and specially called to ask about the child's situation, just in time for him to be injured, there is no more reasonable reason than this.

But why did he feel that something was wrong?
Turning around, seeing the child's schoolbag, he remembered that Su's mother was not at home, "Where's Tongtong?"

Gu Manluo's face panicked for a moment, and then returned to normal, "It's like this, Yihuan said that it's the weekend, and she wanted to take the children to play, so she came here early in the morning and picked up Tongtong..."

Su Yaoyang frowned, "Did she panic when she picked up Tongtong?"

Gu Manluo didn't know what Su Yaoyang was talking about, and looked at him with wide eyes in puzzlement.

(End of this chapter)