she fell from the galaxy

"Be careful with that man."

"Leave him, and what awaits you will be an irreversible end."

"His cruelty is far beyond your imagination..."

In the parking lot, Zhu Wuyou sat blankly in the driver's seat, her mind was blank for a while, as if this was the only way she could temporarily forget the pain that reality brought her.

What is reflected in the rearview mirror is a beautiful face, very high-end, beautiful and aggressive, but lacks a soul.

Zhu Wuyou sat hesitantly in the car, and began to look at everyone who walked past the car.

These people also came to visit the prison, right?

What happened to each of them?

How does their misfortune compare with hers?
The surroundings were unbelievably quiet, Zhu Wuyou's hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't feel any warmth in his body.

Why are some people born lucky and favored by God from birth?
Why can't she be one of the lucky ones?
Why!Don't bring such a bully.

Suddenly, Zhu Wuyou felt aggrieved inexplicably, and tears flowed down so fragilely.

Maybe because he felt that he was crying for no reason, Zhu Wuyou curled his lips, slammed the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

This fierce driving technique, rampage, is not like the driving style of ordinary women at all.

With a distance of 10 minutes, Zhu Wuyou drove to the city in only half the time.

The red light came on, and Zhu Wuyou's car stopped in front of the sidewalk without any mistakes.

The busy streets are so lively.

Zhu Wuyou was lonely in his heart, and seemed out of place with his surroundings.

Her gaze was suddenly attracted by a huge poster diagonally opposite.

The face on the poster is well-defined, like a man walking out of a comic, like the clear wind in the mountains and forests, like the bright moon under the stars.

Once upon a time, this man was the man she missed day and night.

Zhu Wuyou remembered that there was a photo of him in her diary, but it was a pity that these old things were burned in a fire in the Xishan villa.

The photo was given to her by Grandpa Zhu, who also asked her if she would marry the man in the photo.

Someone like Zhu Wuyou, who has never been involved in gambling, boldly decided to take a gamble that day.

She bet he would love her.

She bet that he would be a qualified husband who would be considerate to her and take care of him.

She bet that she and he would have a warm house and lovely children.

Unfortunately, she loses the bet, and loses utterly.

At that time, he hated her and humiliated her.

Said that she is not worthy of carrying his child, and is not worthy of taking the position of his wife. In his heart, she is simply unforgivable.

Some things are like thorns in the soft heart, and occasionally they are turned out for a careful aftertaste, and it may still be a dull pain.

Now, he looks like a qualified husband in front of him.

He loves her child very much, and pretends to love her very much, but she can no longer be interested.

Her heart is like a hollow lotus root with nine holes buried in the cold mud, which can no longer be filled.

She can't feel the pain in her heart, and even feels that crying for love is a cheap thing.

Probably, maybe, maybe, she was insensitive.

Is it because the snacks are not tasty, or because the TV series are not good to watch?
Women, it's better to be heartless.

……

Dream wedding studio.

Zhu Wuyou leaned back on the back of the chair, picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, the bitter taste of the coffee slowly dissipated the sweetness in her throat.

When men are upset, alcohol and cigarettes are their decompression tools; while women choose coffee and work.

Before, she only liked to drink sweet milk tea.Now, she fell in love with the bitter taste of coffee.

At the very least, the bitter taste can wake people up, improve their eyesight, and see things at a deeper level.

Zhu Wuyou raised his eyes and looked out of the window. The sun was setting and the outside was as beautiful as a painting.

It's been a long time since she had such a high-intensity job. She has been in the studio for three consecutive days, busy from morning to night, and from night to morning.

On the table, a lot of wedding dress drafts are the result of her continuous battle, which makes her feel full.

This may be one of the things Zhu Wuyou loves to do most in his life.

When making wedding clothes for others, she can feel the beauty of a fairy tale in her heart, which makes people yearn for it.

"Gululu!" The stomach growled again.

At lunch, she only took a few bites in a hurry, no wonder her stomach kept protesting.

Zhu Wuyou stood up from the chair, feeling a dizzy feeling of high tension and then sudden relaxation in his mind for a moment.

She walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling windows and started calling to order food.

Downstairs, a car was parked. Mo Sihan leaned against the car door, lit a cigarette in his hand, and stood there nonchalantly.

Meeting each other's eyes, Mo Sihan stubbed out his cigarette, shook his phone, and motioned for her to answer the call.

Zhu Wuyou remembered that since she came back from visiting the prison that day, she had shut down the phone for three full days.

When you are upset, it is a good way to numb yourself with work and isolation.

So, she did.

To her surprise, Mo Sihan would stand quietly downstairs and wait for her instead of rushing in forcefully as usual.

Both seem to have changed a lot in just a few years.

Zhu Wuyou turned on the phone, the caller showed about [-] missed calls, half of which were from Mo Sihan.

The screen lit up and it was him calling again.

Zhu Wuyou frowned and answered, "Hello."

"Come down." Mo Sihan raised his chin and looked up at her.

"I haven't finished my work."

"Then I wait for you."

The conversation between the two was very brief, probably less than ten seconds.

Mo Sihan still stood there in the original posture, tall and straight, with one hand in his trouser pocket.

Zhu Wuyou sat back on his chair, but when he buried his head in his pen, he couldn't find a clue.

She sighed and decided to go to the bathroom to wash her face first.

In front of the mirror, Zhu Wuyou was wearing an OL suit, with a slim figure and long hair tied into a high ponytail. She was capable and feminine.

It's just that she hasn't slept well for three days, and her dark circles are so serious.

The obtrusive cigarette butts floated in her mind again.

"Maybe he really has something to do with me." Zhu Wuyou was thinking.

Zhu Wuyou walked out of the bathroom and walked downstairs in high heels.

The moment she opened the door and the wind came in, her chaotic brain was instantly sobered up by the cool wind.

Seeing her coming, Mo Sihan threw away the cigarette in his hand, and walked towards her.

Zhu Wuyou hurriedly walked up to Mo Sihan, frowning: "Is there anything you can do for me?"

"Have you eaten yet?" Mo Sihan smiled softly with his lips pursed.

Mo Sihan seldom smiled, but he definitely looked good when he smiled.

Accustomed to his indifferent look, Zhu Wuyou felt uncomfortable for a while.

Zhu Wuyou said calmly, "I ordered takeaway."

"Eat less takeaway, it's not healthy." Mo Sihan said in a gentle voice, "Why don't I treat you to dinner."

Zhu Wuyou refused: "If you just want to have dinner with me, you can go back."

The atmosphere is not ordinary embarrassment.

Mo Sihan suddenly hugged Zhu Wuyou tightly to his chest, as if to make sure that she would not leave.

A man's arms should be warm and reassuring, but Zhu Wuyou doesn't seem to feel it.

She was not delighted, not moved, not even too many heartbeats.

Mo Sihan's voice was soft and faint: "Will you go home with me?"

"Not good." Compared with his softness, it was her blunt tone.

Mo Sihan looked at her indifferently, quenched the soft light, and let her sink in: "We've been fighting for so long, shouldn't it be time for you to go home and see the child?"

During this period of time, the two had indeed been in a cold war for a long time.

"Don't talk about the children." Zhu Wuyou's eyes were filled with boredom, "Tomorrow I will go to the kindergarten to pick up the little youth group from school."

Children should not be involved in conflicts between adults, this is the basis of doing things.

Even in a divorced family, both parents are responsible for giving their children enough love.

Mo Sihan looked into her eyes and asked her seriously: "Are you still angry with me? For your mother?"

"You think too much." Zhu Wuyou smiled mechanically, "My mother deserves to be blamed."

Why is it so far-fetched for her to even smile at him?

Mo Sihan had seen her smile bright and carefree, and compared to that smile, the two were far worse.

It was the day when Zhu Wuyou was three months pregnant, and Mo Sihan accompanied her to the New Parents Class.

Seeing Mo Sihan's bewildered look with the baby prop in his arms, Zhu Wuyou couldn't help laughing.

She smiled brightly, carefree, like a happy little woman snuggling up to a man.

Later, she knew that he was just acting.

...

Mo Sihan stretched out his hand to touch Chi Chi's face, his eyes were dim, as if he wanted to suck her in: "Why are you smiling so ugly now?"

Zhu Wuyou turned his head away, and said in a very strange voice: "Looking from the heart, maybe a smile from the heart is enough to move, but I can't laugh."

Mo Sihan stared at Zhu Wuyou closely, and said in a bitter tone, "We will be happy, right?"

Zhu Wuyou broke his fingers holding his wrist with his hands, and said with a serious expression: "No."

"why?"

"Young and frivolous love doesn't count, and what I love is only you at that time. Mo Sihan, we are no longer young, and I have long since stopped loving you."

She even said she didn't love him anymore.

At this moment, Mo Sihan tightly pursed his thin lips, his face was a little pale, and he stared at her in astonishment.

Then, there was a long silence.

Zhu Wuyou didn't want to talk to him anymore, and said to him indifferently: "I'm going back to work."

In the next moment, Zhu Wuyou's lips were suddenly blocked by Mo Sihan's.

His big palm hugged Zhu Wuyou's back, rubbing his palm lightly.

Zhu Wuyou raised his eyes just in time to see his thick and long eyelashes, trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something...

With a cold nature like him, how could there be anything to be afraid of?

Even if there was, it definitely wouldn't be her.

Zhu Wuyou bit Mo Sihan hard, and a bloody smell spread from his mouth, and Mo Sihan slowly let go.

Mo Sihan forced her to clasp his fingers with him again, then bent slightly and put his forehead against Zhu Wuyou's, and said in a low voice, "Give me one more chance, the last time, okay?"

He looks like a loyal dog, no matter how you look at it, he is trying to please.

Zhu Wuyou pushed him away forcefully, panting slightly: "Mo Sihan, the problems between us have nothing to do with other people, and it has nothing to do with Yuan's unforgiveness."

"Then why did you...?" Mo Sihan looked at Zhu Wuyou intently.

"I just simply think that there is nothing wrong with being alone." Zhu Wuyou interrupted him and explained, "In the future, I want to not marry, not love, and live heartlessly."

Mo Sihan's body froze, his expression shocked and stunned.

Maybe I really have nothing to say, at least not today.

"I'm going back."

Mo Sihan turned around without looking back, his slender back seemed a little lonely and lonely.