President, you're just a spare tire

Chapter 167 The Long Road: No
She stared at the last sentence that jumped into her eyes without blinking, her eyes glued to each other.

"This week is my happiest week. I hope that Mommy and Daddy will get married soon, and our family will be together forever. In that case, I will be as happy as I am now forever in the future."

...

Tongtong returned to Xiaolei's room with the signed weekly diary in her arms.

Xiaolei hurriedly asked, "Tell me about your mommy's reaction?"

Tongtong drooped her ears: "No response."

"How could there be no response? Impossible!" Xiaolei said as he was about to open the door and go out to ask for clarification, but was pulled back by Tongtong.

After a long time, Tongtong choked out a sentence: "I think my mommy is not happy when she sees what I wrote."

It was still a terrifyingly quiet night, Tongtong didn't call Xiaolei for the first time, and went to bed early, while Chang Yihuan stayed in the bedroom, feeling that every corner was filled with Su Yaoyang's exclusive atmosphere, lingering.

miss him.

With all my heart.

Very disappointing.

She could only hold the thin quilt and go to the small projection hall to watch movies, old black and white movies, using film, with an ancient flavor.

Chang Yihuan turned off the sound, watched the flickering images in the darkness, and the lingering love was staged, which lasted for decades. If she changed it before, she must think, he would never watch this kind of movie, which one is it? The woman's taste for books affected him.

Now, she just sat in front of the curtain, biting her fingers and distracted.

Chang Yihuan didn't know how to change the film, and she didn't know how many times she watched the same movie. Finally, she felt drowsy, and lay on the back of her hand, drowsy.

When she heard the sound of the car, she woke up immediately. She shook her head and listened carefully. It was the sound of the engine.She took off the blanket and went downstairs in a pair of slippers.

The driver parked the car in the garage without ordering, and did not dare to move rashly. Su Yaoyang leaned back on the seat, showing no intention of getting out of the car.

Chang Yihuan was parked outside the car door, separated from him only by a pane of glass.He couldn't see her, but she had a panoramic view of his drunken state.

Seeing Chang Yihuan, the driver looked a little embarrassed, and called out respectfully, "Miss Chang."

Seeing that Su Yaoyang closed his eyes, Chang Yihuan could only trouble the driver: "Can you help me get him back to the room?"

Hearing the sound, Su Yaoyang opened the car door, his footsteps were a little slow, but he didn't wobble.

Chang Yihuan followed him, upstairs, into the bedroom, Su Yaoyang fell on the bed, panting with his head up.

The smell of alcohol was overwhelming, and I don't know how much he drank, "I'll go get you some water."

He didn't answer.

Chang Yihuan wasn't sure if he could hear what he was saying, so he turned to leave, but his arm was grabbed.

She followed the force of this control and turned her head, Su Yaoyang was looking at her, with dark light flowing.

She had never seen him like this before, what was circulating was clearly delirious obsession, and, sadness.

That was to make her accept Ling Chi's gaze.

She dare not look directly.

Su Yaoyang smiled, and suddenly raised his arms to cover his eyes like that again.

He let go of her wrist: "how can you... like this, to me..."

Chang Yihuan came back with water and wanted to feed him.She stepped up to the end of the bed, helped him untie his tie, and undid two buttons.

Then his eyes froze.

The action is also frozen.

She saw the lip print on Su Yaoyang's collar.

Chang Yihuan took off his clothes and took them to the laundry room.

The brush was stained with water and detergent, and the neckline was brushed again and again, but it seemed that it couldn't be cleaned no matter what. It seemed that the bright red had penetrated into the fibers of the fabric, leaving an indelible mark.

She turned on the water and rushed desperately, the sound of the water echoed above the empty space, Su's mother, who got up at night, heard the movement and came to check the situation, and saw Chang Yihuan busy in front of the laundry table, distracted.

"Miss Yihuan, do you need my help?"

Chang Yihuan still remembers to smile and say: "No need, the neckline is just dirty, I can take care of it myself."

Su Ma poked her head over to take a look. The shirt was cleaned early in the morning, and the neckline was as clean as new. She couldn't help but wonder: "But it's...very clean."

Chang Yihuan suddenly realized.

Stayed for a long time.

It turned out that it wasn't that the clothes were not washed clean, it was her own fault.She always felt that the lip marks had dirty her heart, the lingering filth.

She sadly threw the shirt into the trash bag, curled her mouth, and smiled bleakly: "Mama Su, it's all right, go to sleep."

Chang Yihuan went back to the bedroom in the annex building, Tongtong's room, the child was sleeping soundly, the bed was big, half of the bed was covered with Barbie dolls and other toys, it was not too crowded.

Chang Yihuan put the toys away, kissed the child, and slept on the other side. How should she tell the child that she is in pain now...

When the first rays of sunlight shone through the curtains on the lazy eyelids during the day, Su Yaoyang opened his eyes with a splitting headache, the aftermath of a hangover.

He stretched his hand to the side, but it was empty.

Only then did Su Yaoyang sit up, rubbing his forehead, heavy eyelids and body, mixed with a chaotic breath, Su Yaoyang walked out of the bedroom, living room, study, bathroom, no one was there.

After he finished washing, he glanced at the clock in the corner, the hands had not yet reached
Su Yaoyang rubbed his temples and went to the locker room.

There was someone in the dressing room, but it was a servant. Su Yaoyang took the home shirt, and only then did he see what the servant was doing.

The maid is packing the luggage.

Chang Yihuan's luggage.

Su Yaoyang froze, and his voice was like a knife: "What's going on?"

Su Yaoyang yelled at the servant, her whole body trembled, and her voice was trembling: "Chang...Miss Chang wants me to pack her luggage..."

Su Yaoyang was upset when he stuttered: "Where is she?"

The servant was stunned and lost his voice. Su Yaoyang quickly walked out of the dressing room before she could speak.

It was the first time I was looking for someone without a clue, and it was the first time I found that every room was scary. Su Yaoyang walked fast, the servant finally caught up with him, and added pantingly: "Miss Chang should still be in the young master's room." !"

Su Yaoyang paused, his expression finally eased, but his jaw was still tense, and he changed direction to the annex building.

Chang Yihuan woke up once in the morning, ordered the servants to pack her luggage, and went back to her son's room to continue sleeping. She needed a sober look to go back to see her father and brother.

Tongtong went crazy all day yesterday, and didn't get up so early this morning. Chang Yihuan wanted to spend more time with the child, but unexpectedly fell asleep more and more deeply, making up for the insomnia of the past two days.

When he opened his eyes again, he was almost awakened by the gaze beside the bed.She saw Su Yaoyang sitting by the bed at a glance, and her eyes froze.

Su Yaoyang's expression changed at this moment.

His gaze just now was obviously not like this, Chang Yihuan stubbornly refused to believe the cold look he had recovered in an instant.

"Where are you packing your bags?"

His tone of voice turned into ice bricks, knocking Chang Yihuan awake.She looked around, Tongtong was not in the room, no wonder he didn't have to treat her hypocritically anymore.

"I want to take Tongtong back to the Tang family."

"No! If you want to leave, you will go alone."

(End of this chapter)