The Queen of Gossip

When Luo Xichen walked into the venue, Su Jiuge was still signing autographs for fans. He chose a relatively back corner position and sat quietly waiting.

Since Wanqing's death, he committed suicide several times, but was woken up by Luo Mingxuan and Su Jiuge's slap. If it weren't for the last words she left him [replace me, live well], he might really can't last today.

City X is a sad place, he dare not stay, every year only on Wan Qing's death day, he will come back for a week or two.

When a person's heart is dead, he has no scruples.He went crazy and devoted all his energy to the merger and vendetta of the Mafia forces, and soon unified the entire Italian Mafia.

In the past eight years, it has extended its tentacles to the entire European continent.Now, among the underworld forces in Europe, as long as Luo Xichen said one thing, no one would dare to say another.

But he was not happy at all. If he could have achieved such an achievement eight years ago, then Wan Qing would not have fallen into this fate.

If...he had had the ability to protect her earlier...

"Xichen, you're here."

Just when he was still immersed in the sadness of extreme self-blame, a gentle and quiet voice thought of him beside him, interrupting his thoughts.

Luo Xichen raised his head and saw Su Jiuge's extremely narrow and gentle eyes.

"Mom." The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled slightly, "Is the fan signing over?"

"Well, it's over." Su Jiuge smiled and sat down beside him, lovingly patted his shoulder, "This is a commemorative concert for Wan Qing, I knew it, and you will definitely come. "

Luo Xichen's icy eyes had a hint of warmth just now, and suddenly fell into a huge whirlpool of sadness, and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry..."

"It's been eight years, I'm relieved, why are you still blaming yourself?" Su Jiuge's long and narrow eyes flashed a trace of unbearable, "I am already old, although I claim to be only 41 years old, but in fact I am 44 years old Yes. Xuan is old too, we have all let ourselves go, why don't you let yourself go?"

"I... can't do it." Luo Xichen lowered his voice, his expression was so sad that he was numb, "When I was in Italy, there wasn't a day when I didn't miss her. Every night, I dreamed of her, I dreamed that I tortured her, dreamed that she changed her life to me, dreamed that she kept vomiting blood, dreamed that even if she died, she would throw herself into the lake and not let me see, I..."

"Xichen!" Su Jiuge increased his voice, trying to regain his sanity, "Don't do this! Wake up!"

Luo Xichen froze for a moment and closed his mouth.In the past eight years, he has a new problem. Whenever someone mentions Wan Qing to him, he will keep muttering to himself, as if he is in a daze.

He went to a psychiatrist for two years, but it was of no use.The psychiatrist said that his knots were so heavy that there was no way to get rid of them.

"I'm sorry, Mom..." Luo Xichen sighed softly, stretched out his hand, and covered his forehead, "I'm sick again."

There was a faint sadness across Su Jiuge's face, and the fine lines piled up at the corners of her eyes revealed her age and vicissitudes. She stretched out her arms, and gently hugged this stepson tightly, in the bright pupils, faintly Water splashes are flashing.

"It's me who should say I'm sorry. Back then, if I hadn't been too stubborn and insisted on breaking up the two of you and took Wan Qing to see Xingye Huang, the tragic things that happened later would not have happened."