The crimson rich family, the petite wife makes you addicted!

Shen Mohan held her in his arms effortlessly, and the two bodies fit together without any obstacles.

His heart beat faster inexplicably, and his eyes softened a bit inexplicably.

Su Cen's initiative today surprised him, and also made him a little scared and worried. He was afraid that Su Cen would blame himself for Su Manqing's death, and that tonight would be lingering and just their last swan song.

But for Su Manqing's death, besides regret, he was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that she would choose this path in the end.

After midnight, Su Cen woke up, got out of bed, and sat alone in front of the window, looking at the few lights outside the window through the cracks in the curtains, feeling cold all over her body.

Thinking of Su Manqing's life, she kept crying, but she couldn't understand why she, who had always been cheerful and free, committed suicide? !Is it really because of my resentment towards her?If it's really because of her, then she can't feel at ease in this life.

Shen Mohan, who was lying on the bed, also woke up, didn't move, just looked at Su Cen's slightly trembling figure in a lonely way, knowing that some things had reached the point of no return.

With two eyes that were suddenly wet, his lips moved, and he wanted to say something to Su Cen, but his throat was dry and he didn't make a sound, and he just opened his mouth.

Su Cen sat on the cold floor without a cushion, unknowingly, her whole body shivered.

In fact, she just couldn't sleep, and wanted to look at the Wanjia lights outside the window, but in the middle of the night, the Wanjia windows were not as bright as the imagined Wanjia lights.

There are eight or nine unsatisfactory things in the world, just like her empty heart now, she originally wanted to fill it with something, but after the indulgence, it is still empty, like a thin winter coat, blown up by the wind from time to time, and bulging Yes, but it's all cold inside.

She wiped away her tears, moved a bit, and wanted to stand up, but found a pair of big feet beside her, without slippers, standing barefoot on the floor.

Su Cen was startled, and stood up at the speed of jumping, staring at Shen Mohan's deep eyes: "Why don't you wear shoes, do you know that men's feet can't catch cold?" Regardless of Shen Mohan's expression, she stretched out her hand to hold Shen Mohan His clothes dragged him onto the bed.

Shen Mohan stood still, his feet seemed to be rooted, but Su Cen's hands were already clamped by him, and his whole body was pulled into his arms, choking in his nose.

"Cen'er, don't catch a cold." In fact, he wanted to say something to her, but those words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't do anything.Opening his mouth, the only sentence he uttered made him feel sour.It's really strange that for the past two days, he has always had this sore nose and throat.

"I know, you don't have to worry, go back to sleep." She flung herself into his arms, but couldn't squeeze his arm. Shen Mohan's arms held her tightly, and wrapped her arms around her waist , domineering, yet cautious, staring at her eyes.

The lights were not turned on, and the room was dimly lit, but Su Cen raised her head, and she could feel his hot gaze.

At this moment, Shen Mohan's body has a kind of aura, which is different from all the times before, a little soft, a little delicate, Su Cen dare not think about it anymore, his heart beats a few times, he shrinks into Shen Mohan's arms involuntarily, and hangs his head , gently rubbing against his chest exposed outside his pajamas.

"Go to sleep." His soft words whispered in her ear, which sounded like a whisper, making Su Cen's face blush up to the ears.

Su Cen's hand gently wrapped around Shen Mohan's neck, and the two breathed so close.The man's big hand hugged the woman by the waist, and dragged her in front of him. Without thinking about anything else, he lowered his head, caught the lips that exuded fragrance in the dark night, and sucked them hard.

The two figures are entangled again, but at this moment, both of them are unusually clear-headed, knowing that there are some things that should be faced, but the language seems redundant, and in such an ambiguous atmosphere, the words seem cumbersome.

The two flames were tightly entwined, and they did nothing until both of them felt tired, and when they left each other's lips, they felt numb.On the tip of the tongue and in the mouth, there is still the taste of the other party, so strong that they can't distinguish each other.

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Early the next morning, Shen Mohan accompanied Su Cen back to Su's house.

Su Liankai looked at his daughter who had been separated for another two years, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes were red, and he didn't speak, but Jiang Lan took Su Cen's hand into her room.

As soon as Su Cen entered the door, he closed the door, and received a slap on the face fiercely.

Su Cen touched her face, stared at her mother with big eyes, grunted, but didn't dare to make a sound.

Jiang Lan's face was already full of anger.

"Su Cen, what are you playing? What's going on with Shen Mohan? Is it your problem or his problem? It's been two years since you left. How can you be so cruel!" Mom asked like a cannonball. , Su Cen was listless.In her memory, her mother has never been angry with her like today.

"We're fine." Su Cen hesitated.

The old lady became even more angry, and suppressed her voice so that no one outside could hear her, but her big eyes stared like she was eating people: "It's good? It's good. Why did it take two years after leaving?? It's good for two years." Not even a message!? You tell me the truth, otherwise today will be a limit, and from now on you don’t have my mother, and I don’t have your daughter!”

Su Cen took her mother's hand and swayed coquettishly: "What are you doing, you want to sever the family relationship every now and then, this method is outdated."

Jiang Lan ignored her, and with a flick of her arm, she really distanced herself from Su Cen: "It's useless to say anything, I just listen to the truth. And my grandson!?"

Su Cen's lacquer-like eyes flickered and flickered a few times, her long eyelashes trembled, her lips fought with her teeth, after several rounds of fighting, she still decided to give up.

"Mom, the relationship between me and him is really good, so no matter what tricks you use, it won't work. Wait a few days and bring your grandson to you, okay?!"

The matter between her and Shen Mohan became a little complicated because of Su Manqing's death. She didn't want to tell her mother to worry before she could figure it out.

"Su Cen!" Jiang Lan didn't agree with her at all, her complexion sank suddenly, and her voice raised decibels. This address with both first and last names was a warning, "Marriage is a long-term relationship. Since you have chosen, Even if the road ahead is a desert, which will consume a person's whole life, we must move forward. No matter what kind of future we have, we must face it!

Of course Su Cen understood, but now she and Shen Mohan have divorced.

"Mom, what are you worried about? Didn't I say that we are fine, Mom, I haven't seen you for 2 years, don't even think about it, I am your biological daughter, neither adopted nor adopted , you can miss me, but can I miss my mother..." Su Cen's nose was sour, her voice trembled, and there was an obvious crying sound, the circles of her eyes also turned red, and every drop of her eyes would stop and stop dripping. It came out, and quickly formed a line with those pouring out from behind, and opened a hole in the face.

As soon as her daughter cried, Jiang Lan panicked. Besides, her daughter was right, and she really couldn't find anything wrong.

It is said that if a daughter says she misses her mother, she must have been wronged outside. At this moment, what wronged her daughter, if she doesn't say it, she can't ask.

Jiang Lan must be a smart person, she tore off a towel, stuffed it into her daughter's hand, and opened the door with a cold face to go out.

Su Cen knew in her heart that the old lady had put down her battle table, and she would not give up easily if she could not hear Mingjin's drumbeat.

To Su Cen's surprise, her parents were not as surprised as imagined when Su Manqing died, as if they knew she would have such a day.

"Dad, where is grandpa? Don't tell grandpa about this beforehand?" Su Cen was a little surprised, why the old man was not at home today.

"Cen'er, your grandfather, he..." Su Liankai choked up, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyes wet.

"Grandpa...what's wrong with him!?" Su Cen looked around the living room again, but he still didn't see Su Jingsheng. Suddenly, he had an ominous premonition, and his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

"Cen'er, your grandpa is gone..." Jiang Lan said sullenly, then covered her mouth and turned her face away.

"What!" Su Cen couldn't believe what she heard, her heart sank suddenly, she grabbed Su Liankai's hand, kept shaking her head, her voice trembling, "Dad, you lied to me, right!? Grandpa is in such good health , Impossible! Impossible! You lied to me, right!"

Seeing her daughter like this, Jiang Lan couldn't help wiping her tears. In the past two years, too many things happened in the Su family.

"Cen'er, go see grandpa!"

It was almost dusk, and at this time, few people entered the cemetery.

Su Cen was dressed lightly, holding a bouquet of white orange blossoms in her hand.

In the deserted cemetery, there is only the cold wind passing through the skin. Because of the cold, the body will tremble inadvertently, but I dare not ignore it. Such trembling is due to the fear deep in my heart.

Su Jingsheng's tombstone looks like a condensed villa!Houses with red walls and green tiles, pillars with carved beams and painted buildings, fences made of white marble, and granite tombstones!If it wasn't for the faint lights flickering on the colonnade to illuminate the photos inlaid on the tombstone, people who are not familiar with it would think that they have gone to the wrong place. This is not a cemetery, but someone else's courtyard.

In the dim light, the stone tablet erected in front of him was a little low, a little cold, and a little desolate.Fortunately, a bouquet of flowers was placed on the cool concrete base, and dozens of cigarettes were placed side by side.Su Cen opened the wine he brought with him, poured it on the cigarettes one by one, then lit one, took a few puffs in his mouth, and put it beside him.