President Hunting Love is too fierce

Mo Fengya's pupils shrank, and his body trembled violently, although he still couldn't remember.

but

"Ye Chuqing... Ye Chuqing... Chuqing..." He kept murmuring the name in a low voice.

Even if he couldn't remember it, just chanting this strange and familiar name made his chest ache like a burning fire.

They didn't lie to him and couldn't remember her, but a name in his subconscious would also make him so painful. [

Then how important that girl named Ye Chuqing was to him.

"Where is she?" Mo Fengya suddenly couldn't control the emptiness in his heart, he grabbed Purgatory fiercely, and stared at him, "Tell me, where is she? I'm going to find her, I must find her."

Otherwise, the emptiness and pain in his heart would not stop expanding.

He must find her and recall everything.

Seeing him in so much pain, and questioning him with begging eyes, Feiying couldn't bear to turn his face sideways, clenched his hands into fists, but he couldn't do anything.

Purgatory was also too sad to speak.

How could he tell such a cruel truth with his own mouth.

"She's dead." Lin Zhiyue said softly.

Her light and fluffy words are like the tip of piercing glass, so sharp that it makes one's heart bloody.

Mo Fengya was as stiff and cold as if he had been petrified for a moment. He grabbed Purgatory's hand and let it hang down uncontrollably.

He staggered back a few steps, almost unable to stand still, his whole body seemed to have his soul sucked out.

"Dead?" Ye Chuqing also turned pale suddenly, and murmured in a low voice, and her breathing suddenly became rapid.

It felt like my chest was being exploded.

Purgatory shed a line of male tears, with a hoarse and mournful voice:

"Boss, Xiaoqingzi, she really loves you. She thought you died in country R, ​​so she almost went crazy, and tried her best to sneak into the banquet, and killed that old fox Zhao to avenge you. But without you, she I couldn't live anymore. So she died for love and died with her child. God's will tricks people, obviously you shouldn't end up like this."

"Suicide? She committed suicide, and our children...why can't I remember anything?"

Mo Fengya held his head, his eyes were full of despair and frenzy, struggling like a wounded beast, he could only bear the great sadness silently.

He was overwhelmed by the black sorrow welling up in his subconscious.

He can't remember everything. [

But the deep-seated pain has not diminished in the slightest.