The New Wife is Delicious: The President Lightly Loves

But he was trembling, and the notebook was there, and he had to read it sooner or later. Professor Smith simply picked up the notebook regardless.

A small brown leather book less than the size of the palm seemed to weigh a thousand catties. Professor Smith couldn't bear it any longer, sat down on the ground, and opened the first page——

The bird of paradise has no legs, so it can only choose to fly, never resting for a lifetime, and only lands when it dies.The sorrow and joy of thorns piercing the throat is the most beautiful sound in the world. Is it true that miracles and beauty must be based on pain and misfortune?
I'm a doctor, and I want to undo all misfortunes.

Mo Liuli

Professor Smith fumbled for the name lightly, this name imprinted into the soul, which Smith could never give up and forget in his life.

It's a pity that she has never been in love, she is just perfunctory, is it true that women are so good at acting, otherwise why can she deal with a man who loves her so calmly?
Slowly turning back, it was Liuli's familiar handwriting. When I closed my eyes, I seemed to be able to see those eyes that were as clear as Liuli. Why did such eyes without haze grow on such a girl?
This is Liuli's diary, which is full of trivial matters. I have always known of its existence, but out of respect for my lover, Professor Smith has never read it.

Looking through it slowly now, I can remember a lot of details. Judging from the diary, the person who keeps the diary is very happy and happy. Even if every day is trivial, she also records it with gusto.

Professor Smith couldn't help but let out a smile. He could almost imagine Liuli smiling and writing down her diary, annoyed that she had forgotten something important, and then hastily recorded it in the diary.

"How nice it would be like this all the time?" Professor Smith said softly, those painful memories slowly squeezed away those happy fragments.

The owner of the diary seems to know that Professor Smith may never read this diary in his life. He remembers more and more things, and even begins to confide his little thoughts slowly.

"I really love him, but every time I see his half-smile, I can't say it. I really hope it will go on like this forever. Time is frozen at this moment. How wonderful is it? But it's also Not good, Ada still wants to become the best doctor, so time should pass quickly, as long as he loves me so much all the time."

"I don't know what kind of wedding dress I will wear at that time, but as long as he is standing next to me, that's enough. Although he still can't learn how to write my name, I will spend my whole life learning Teach him."

Professor Smith stroked this sentence, "But you broke your promise, we didn't make it to the end." Professor Smith put his finger on the dust, and slowly wrote three Chinese characters - Mo Liuli.

Live didn't know when he had returned to normal. He walked up to Professor Smith and watched Professor Smith carefully write down a Chinese name stroke by stroke.

"Mo Liuli." The voice was muffled, which was an inevitable sequelae after crying.Professor Smith pronounced these three words slowly, then looked at Live, "Did I read it right?"

Without waiting for Live to answer, "I used to feel that this name was a mouthful. Like most people, I felt that Chinese names were really too difficult to pronounce, but after leaving her, I got used to Chinese names instead. Bad name."

"I used to call her Mo all the time, but now I know that I've always called her by her surname. If I could go back in time, I really want to call her Liuli. It must be a very beautiful name."

Live nodded, "Glass is something similar to glass. It has more impurities than glass, but precisely because of these impurities, the light of colored glaze has a hazy feeling, which is more than a little bit better than glass."

Professor Smith stroked the small leather book and continued to read it seriously. The happiness in the diary gradually faded, and fear began to fill between the lines.

"Who the hell are they? Why do you want me to put these things in the experimental species? I can't let them succeed."

"They actually want to destroy my Ada, no, no one can, even if I lose Ada, I can't let Ada be destroyed."

"Ada, I decided to choose death. I don't know how I should live without you. Am I very good? It's just a small plan that broke you and me."

"Although my heart hurts, are you safe? I'll keep this diary here. I hope you will have a chance to read it. You probably hate me now, right?"

The diary seemed to stop here, but Professor Smith turned back many pages without giving up, Liuli, are you really dead?
At this time, Professor Smith finally found the page with the words written on it, "My dear Ada, I still can't let you go, I saw the death of Jessie Bell and the others, I don't know those organizations Will I really let you go?"

"You are obviously so good that even Klos couldn't be spared. You are probably more dangerous, right? I decided to continue to protect you. I will continue to protect you where you can't see. No one can hurt you."

"Professor Smith." Live pushed Professor Smith, "Live, I missed it for so many years, and it turned out..."

Professor Smith didn't finish, but Live knew what Professor Smith meant, "Professor, all I know is that if you hesitate, you really miss it. Since Aunt Mo Liuli is still alive, you might as well look for it."

If you have someone to accompany you for the rest of your life, you will probably have some strength in the struggle. Moreover, Professor Smith has not been harmed for so many years, and Mo Liuli's protection is probably very successful.

So, what are you hesitating about?

Professor Smith closed his eyes. After a while, Professor Smith took out his mobile phone and dragged it to the last group.

The phone is placed next to the ear, and only the beeping sound of the phone can be heard in the quiet space. It is rare that there are people who do not use music at this time.

"Dean Smith, good evening, what can you do?" There was a familiar voice on the other side of the phone, Live thought for a long time but couldn't figure out where he heard it.

"I'm in Jessie Bell's den, and I'll wait until dawn tomorrow." After Professor Smith finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

"Dean, is she Aunt Mo Liuli?" Live felt that it was unlikely, but judging from the meaning of Professor Smith's words, this person was Mo Liuli.

"There is only one person with a suspicious background in the hospital." It is obvious that he wrote foreign materials, but he has the same habit as Mo Liuli.

"And this is the only person who is the closest to me." She is probably the only person who hasn't changed around for so many years?

The time seems to be a bit long, but Live looked at the pendant and Professor Smith looked at the diary, but it seemed nothing.

"I don't think I'm late." A panting old woman opened the door and came in. At this moment, the first ray of sunlight came into the room.

"It's not too late." Live answered first. After seeing the person clearly, Live felt that Professor Smith really found the wrong person. Why is it the cleaning lady?

But Live forgot, how does a cleaning lady know about a place like Jessie Bell's den? Only those who are familiar with it will know.

"Return to the original owner." Professor Smith handed out the small brown leather book in his hand, but the cleaning aunt shook her head, "I haven't kept a diary for a long time, the me now, the me now, is just Elena , an ordinary hospital cleaning aunt."

"But I still feel that the name Mo Liuli is more pleasant." Professor Smith pronounced these three words a little jerky.

"I was really surprised by Ada. I thought that you would probably never say these three words in your life, because it seems that the syllables of these three words are too difficult for you."

"Just like how many times I have taught you how to write these three characters, you still can't write them. Obviously you are so smart and excellent, but these three small Chinese characters confuse you. I did. I thought I'd have a lifetime to teach you how to write my name, but it looks like we're running out of time."

"Maybe it's not that late." Professor Smith walked up to Mo Liuli, took Mo Liuli's hand, and slowly wrote those three words in her palm.

After writing his name for half his life, Mo Liuli could remember all the strokes of these three characters clearly. Seeing that Smith really wrote his name, what Mo Liuli felt was not happiness, but lingering regret.

"It turns out that you learn where I can't see, Smith. I always thought I was close enough to you, but I still missed too many things about you." Mo Liuli's eyes really resemble those beautiful eyes. Liuli, with tears flickering faintly, is even more beautiful than human beings.

"I think I can be with you for the rest of my life, Liuli." Perhaps the power of love is really great, but after a few times, Professor Smith has been able to proficiently call out Mo Liuli's name, and gently express his thoughts day and night. man in arms.

"As much as I am willing, my Ada, we will be happy forever." Mo Liuli accepted Smith's somewhat messy embrace. Live thought that he probably understood why Vincent said that Closs was so miserable. The recording of that part is also so crude.

Jessie Bell has never left Cross, maybe love can break through everything, right?

Live felt that his existence was a little redundant, so he slowly withdrew towards the outside. The two people who had been separated for too long were still hugging.

Live stayed outside knowingly, watching the sun slowly rise to the surface of the sea, illuminating the world, but the blood on the beach caught Live's attention.

Who is hurt? Live hurried to the place where there was blood. The footprints were not big and not deep. They seemed to be left by running. Looking at the whereabouts of the footprints, Live thought that he probably knew whose blood it was.