Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan looked at him with her thin lips tightly closed, and she was suddenly curious about what the girl he loved before was like.

It must be pretty and excellent!

Ignoring the astringency spreading from her chest, she pulled her ankles back from his palm.

This time, he did not reluctantly.

He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came out, there was a pack of cigarettes and a lighter between his long fingers.

He looked at the small woman curled up on the sofa, and said in a low voice, "The woman you think is my mother."

Unexpectedly, he would answer her, Tang Xinyan was taken aback.

Although she and Mo Chiwei were not married because of love, legally, his mother was also her mother-in-law.

She asked with concern, "You must have a good relationship with your mother and son, how is her health?"

Mo Chiwei's narrow eyes were covered by thick emotions, and the expression in Tang Xinyan's eyes became heavy and complicated.

After a while, he whispered, "She's dead."

Tang Xinyan's long eyelashes trembled, her expression solemn, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Mo Chi Wei used his fingers to hold the cigarette case, and the blue veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly, as if thinking of something heavy and painful.

Enveloped by his heavy low pressure, Tang Xinyan drooped her little head, witty and said nothing.

After Mo Chiwei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smoked a cigarette, he had a phone call in, looked at the caller ID, and walked into the study room equipped in the suite.

Tang Xinyan stuck out his tongue, no matter how dull he was, he could see that Li Wei Mo was unhappy.

But also, when he thinks of his dead father, he will feel depressed and sad.

I originally wanted to take advantage of him to enter the study and go back to the 26th floor, but didn't want to upset him anymore. She sat on the sofa like a good baby, staring at the study door motionlessly.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, half an hour passed...

Before Mo Chiwei came out of the study, Tang Xinyan's eyelids became heavy after insomnia for several days.

...

An hour later, Mo Chiwei came out of the study after receiving the long-distance call.

Tang Xinyan was already asleep.

She was not lying on the sofa, hugging her knees, little head little by little, as if she was about to fall off the sofa at any time.

He gently put her down on the sofa, and let her small head rest on his slender legs.

He was reading the email with his business phone, and occasionally glanced at her.

She slept soundly, her slender eyelashes cast a shadow on her clean face, quiet and pretty.

He lifted his finger and gently scratched the tip of her pretty nose.

She was disturbed with a ping, her little head leaned against a warm place unconsciously.

She didn't realize that she was relying on her most sensitive place.

The warm breath sprinkled over, even through the trousers, it could penetrate in. Originally, his relatively lazy and comfortable body was stretched tightly into a thread.

Suddenly I felt like I dug a hole for myself.

Suppressing the fire from her lower abdomen, he moved her little head to the side of her leg.

She snorted in a daze, and leaned against the sofa. The last time she hit the coffee table, he was always upset. Seeing that she was about to fall again, he quickly moved her back.

She continued to lean towards the warm and comfortable place, her small face almost touching him.

His eyes grew deeper and darker.

Long fingers pulled away the hair that covered her small face, her voice murmured hoarsely, "Little thing, do you know what you are doing?"