love addiction

She also received a call from Jane Eyre last night, saying that there was a jewelry exhibition in Rome.

To Tang Mianmian, this was definitely a big attraction.

She has been working on her own designs in China for a long time.

It is rare to participate in such an international exhibition.

The differences between Eastern and Western cultures are also reflected in jewelry design.

The purpose of her visit is to learn Western techniques.

But Long Yejue said nothing to let her go, exhausted all tricks, this man was still indifferent, his stern and selfless appearance made Tang Mianmian anxious.

"You really won't let me go?"

"Well, no." His answer was simple and straightforward.

Tang Mianmian bit her lip and went upstairs angrily.

Lan Xiu also hung up the phone at this time, "Master Jue, something happened."

"what's up?"

Tang Mianmian went upstairs, sulking in the room, and took the pillow as someone who abused her, "Bastard! You don't want me to go out, it's disgusting!"

"Always domineering, arrogant, and unreasonable!"

"Still arrogant, arrogant! I will never talk to you again!"

When she was furious with scolding, Long Yejue opened the door and came in, Jun's face was condensed.

"I don't want to talk to you now." She said with her back to him.

"Mianmian, your mother is dying."

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The pillow in her hand fell to the ground, and she looked at him with a pale face.

"I've asked Mike to book a plane ticket, and I'll be back soon, so don't worry." Long Yejue stepped forward and hugged her distressedly, "Cry if you want, my husband will hold you."

"Woo..." Tang Mianmian burst into tears and hugged him tightly.

By the time they rushed back to Jiangcheng, it was already twelve hours later.

The two headed straight to Shen's Hospital as soon as they got off the plane. There were already many people waiting in the hospital.

Fu Ranran held Chen Qiuhua's hand with red eyes, and said some words of comfort to her from time to time, "Auntie, don't worry, Mianmian is already on her way back, she will come to see you as soon as she comes back, just hold on for a while. "

Chen Qiuhua had an oxygen mask on his face, and he was only breathing weakly.

It was depressing in the ward.

Long Chenyu held Chen Qiuhua's other hand, hugging his sister who was crying so hard, without saying a word.

As soon as Lan Xiu's phone rang, he immediately picked it up, "Young master?"

"..."

"I'm in the ward." Lan Xiu hung up the phone and immediately said to Chen Qiuhua, "Aunt Chen, Young Master Jue and his wife are here, and they will be at the hospital soon, don't worry."

Chen Qiuhua nodded weakly, and occasionally lifted his heavy eyelids to look at the situation in front of him.

By the time Tang Mianmian rushed to the ward out of breath, her eyes were so red and swollen that she couldn't see.

She rushed over, suppressing her choked sobs and shouted, "Mom, I'm Mianmian, I'm back."

Chen Qiuhua moved his hand and took Tang Mianmian's hand, and slowly opened his eyelids.

The line of sight was out of focus at first, after a while of adaptation, I saw Tang Mianmian, opened my mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Tang Mianmian approached cautiously, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't choke up, "Mom, don't worry, you'll be fine, right? You'll be fine."

She nodded as she spoke, as if comforting herself, "Yes, it will be fine, it will be fine."

"Mom." Long Yaxi cried and fell into Tang Mianmian's arms.

Long Yejue walked up to Tang Mianmian, hugged her mother and daughter in his arms, and then looked at Chen Qiuhua, "Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of Mianmian."

Chen Qiuhua nodded, as if he was relieved a lot, and looked at Tang Mianmian reluctantly, "Mian, Mian..."

Her pronunciation was painful, and Tang Mianmian hadn't heard her mother call her for a long time.

Before coming, Long Yejue had already told her about Chen Qiuhua's condition.

Chen Qiuhua regained his sanity.

Fu Ranran and everyone else left the room, leaving only their family inside.

In Shen Shaogong's words, this is their last meeting.

"Mom, I'm here. Tell me, I'll listen." Tang Mianmian leaned over and said cautiously.

Chen Qiuhua said with difficulty, "Take care of the children, take care of yourself, mom, mom can no longer take care of you, take care of you."

"Mom, I know, I know." Tang Mianmian nodded choked up, "But can you not leave me?"

"Sorry……"

"Don't say sorry, don't say?" She shook her head, unwilling to accept this fact.

Chen Qiuhua said to Long Yejue again, "Take care of Mianmian for me."

"Mom, I will, I promise." Long Yejue nodded firmly.

Chen Qiuhua closed his eyes, rested for a while, and said, "Go out first, I want to talk to Mianmian."

"Mom..." Tang Mianmian held her hand and couldn't help crying anymore.

Long Yaxi was also out of breath from crying.

Even Long Chenyu, who was usually expressionless, was silently crying at this moment.

"I want grandma, I want grandma, grandma..." When Long Yaxi was carried out by Long Yejue, he cried heartbreakingly.

After the door was closed, Chen Qiuhua looked lovingly at Tang Mianmian, whose eyes were red and swollen, "Daughter, my daughter, mom is leaving and is going to accompany your dad. You have to take good care of yourself."

"Mom, stop talking, I don't want to listen!" Tang Mianmian shook her head, unwilling to hear these uncomfortable words.

"People always have to say goodbye to life and death. Don't be sad. Mom, mom's life is up." Chen Qiuhua stroked her hair, tears streaming down her face, "Mom asked you to stay, yes, there is one thing I haven't told you."

Tang Mianmian lowered her head, trembling with sobs, "If you tell me that I'm going to lose my mother, I won't listen."

"Mianmian, actually...you are not my daughter." Chen Qiuhua just wanted to tell her the truth, and she had the right to know.

When she was going to tell her before, she suddenly lost her mind and couldn't say anything.

The current self can be regarded as a flashback. If I can tell the secrets in my heart, I won't feel so guilty when I leave.

Tang Mianmian didn't react too much, she held her hand and shed tears, "Mom, you will always be my mother, whether it's my own mother or not."

"You, you know?"

"Well, I know, but to me, you are my real mother." Tang Mianmian lifted her face and nodded.

Chen Qiuhua suddenly felt relieved, "That's good, Mom, so I can leave at ease."

"Mom... don't do this..."

Chen Qiuhua stroked her head slowly, "If you want to find your biological mother, yes, you can go to Yan Ranran, the director of the orphanage."

"I don't want to look for it, I just want to guard you."

"Oh, mom doesn't have that luck anymore, I have to go." She closed her eyes and put her hands on Tang Mianmian's head.

"mom?"

Her hand slowly fell...

"mom!!"

In the ward, Tang Mianmian's heart-piercing cries sounded.

****
Chen Qiuhua's funeral was arranged by Long Yejue.

The day of the burial was the last day of the year, and the cemetery was next to Tang's father.

The two elders were buried in the same place.

After the funeral, New Year's Day came.

The snow in Jiangcheng also fell down one after another.

I thought it would be a warm winter, but on New Year's Day, it became colder.

Tang Mianmian shut herself in the room, drawing the design over and over again.

There was already a large pile of waste paper in the trash can in the corner. She looked at the sketchbook intently, and kept moving her hands, as if in this way, she felt that she was still alive.

Long Yejue left the company to Anyi for the time being, and what he did every day was to accompany her.

It was the first time Zhu Wenyi saw Long Yejue like this.

He is busy cooking for Tang Mianmian in the kitchen every day, and will accompany her when he has free time.

Even if he can't say a word all day, he still stays with her.

This made Zhu Wenyi very unhappy!

He talked to Long Yejue several times, but he stopped him.

After half a month, Long Yejue reappeared in everyone's field of vision when the outside media were already speculating whether there was something wrong with Long Yejue and his wife.

"Honey, today is Hexi's wedding. I'll take you to say some blessings and then come back, okay?" Long Yejue said softly with his arms around Tang Mianmian from behind.

Tang Mianmian nodded, her voice was a little weak, "Okay."

"I've prepared the dress, can I change it for you?"

Tang Mianmian looked at him steadily, and found that there was only pure light in his eyes, so she nodded again, "Okay."

"Come on, let's go to the locker room." He dragged her to the locker room.

It's been half a month, and she hasn't stepped out of the tea pavilion except to numb herself with work.

Now that he is willing to go out, Long Yejue is very happy.

In the dressing room, Long Yejue put on the light blue dress he personally chose for her.

She was a little shy, holding the bear in both hands, her cheeks were flushed.

Long Yejue looked distracted for a while, and kept warning himself that she was in a bad mood now, so don't think about her.

In the end, I even recited the multiplication formula I taught Xixi recently and recited it in my heart before I reluctantly put the clothes on for her.

After closing the zipper on her back, she let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had done a vast project.

Tang Mianmian looked at herself in the mirror, and her complexion improved a lot. These days, Long Yejue's thoughtful behavior, she has seen and remembered in her heart.

And she also understood his forbearance just now.

She stroked the hem of the skirt little by little, and said softly, "Last night, I dreamed about my mother."

Long Yejue's expression quickly stiffened, and he looked at her cautiously.

Tang Mianmian smiled slightly at him in the mirror, "Mom told me to be well and not to be sad anymore."

"Really?" He was afraid that this was just Tang Mianmian comforting him.

Tang Mianmian nodded heavily, "Of course it's true."

"I doubt it."

Tang Mianmian stood on tiptoe, planted a kiss on his lips, and asked playfully, "What now?"

"Well, I haven't felt it yet..."

Tang Mianmian smiled helplessly, and kissed her again.

This time, Long Yejue believed it and lost control.

Her initiative has become passive.

His passivity has become active.

Tang Mianmian throbbed deeply for this kiss.

Long Yejue caressed her back with both hands, wrapped her in his arms domineeringly, pressed her lips and kissed her tenderly.

Tang Mianmian closed her eyes, raised her hand to hook his neck, and opened her lips to welcome all his enthusiasm.

And this move undoubtedly opened up his closed heart for a long time.

Long Yejue's eyes darkened, surprises flooded over him, and the kiss became even more uncontrollable...

There were bursts of ambiguous voices in the locker room.

Tang Mianmian gasped and protested, "My dress..."

"Hey, I'll accompany you ten..."