In the blink of an eye, Mu Ru had been living in the plum garden for half a month, and Dongfang Mo had not come over. Mu Ru felt extremely comfortable. As long as she did not see him, she felt that the air was fresher. As long as she did not see him, she felt that her breathing was smoother As long as she did not see him, her wounds would heal faster.
Hence, she could not help but think that it would not be bad if she could live like this forever?
Even if she became Dongfang Mo's mistress, as long as he did not come here, as long as he did not remember her existence, it would be best... ...
Of course, it would be best if he was very busy every day. It would be best if the Dongfang Corporation could not take back a lot of money and he would die of anger. It would be best if Dongfang Yu were to create some sort of mess outside. It would be best if Dongfang Mei were to find trouble with him.. It would be best... ...
After dinner, the Night Lights in one inch ink city were all lit up. Mu Ru stood on the balcony on the second floor of the Plum Garden. It was already the beginning of the third month of the solar calendar. Although it was said to be Spring, it was still a little cold. Of course, it was not as cold as winter.
Her hand gripped the railing of the balcony and looked at the magnificent mo garden not far away. She gritted her teeth and her hand gripped the railing even tighter.
It would be best if Dongfang Mo's Dongfang Corporation went bankrupt overnight like Xi Empire, and then Dongfang Mo would be beaten to death like Xi Yuancheng. It would be best if his car collided with someone else's car, and then he wouldn't be able to get out of the car This time, she might as well burn him to death so that he wouldn't be able to see the sun tomorrow... ...
Mu Ru could not help but laugh when she thought of this. She suddenly realized that her imagination was quite rich. She could actually come up with such a plot. She wondered if she could become a part-time web writer.
However, although she did not become a web writer, she felt very comfortable when she thought about it. Moreover, half a month had passed since the third year of Middle School. The fantasy just now was actually the happiest moment for her.
"It seems that you are very satisfied with your life as a mistress. To think that you can laugh so happily. " Dongfang Mo's old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded at the bedroom door, but it pulled the imaginary mu ru back to reality.
Mu Ru's body instinctively stiffened. Then, she turned around and saw Dongfang Mo turning his wheelchair into the room.
Mu Ru's face, which was originally smiling because of her fantasy, instantly dimmed. The coldness in her eyes gradually deepened. Her hand, which was originally holding onto the guardrail, was now clenched into a fist under her loose pajamas. Her nails were almost digging into her flesh.
Dongfang Mo's wheelchair stopped by the bed. Looking at the woman standing on the balcony who was originally smiling, her face instantly turned cold. It was unknown whether it was because of the angle of the light shining on her pale and colorless face At this moment, she looked extremely thin.
On the other hand, her long, ink-like hair that draped over her shoulders naturally parted from the middle and fell vertically on her shoulders. Because she did not deliberately comb her bangs in front of her forehead, that birthmark was naturally exposed under the light Coupled with her overly Pale and thin face, she looked like a female ghost who had walked out from ancient ink.
Dongfang Mo's heart sank instinctively. He turned his wheelchair and came to the side of the balcony. He looked at the woman who was leaning against the balcony railing and did not move. His deep eyes instantly filled with an undetectable tenderness He said in a low voice, "how did you raise it? Not only did you not gain any flesh, you actually became thinner and thinner? "