Madam leg hurts please hug

For a moment, the huge villa was so quiet that even each other's heartbeats could be heard.

An Xiaoyue just looked at Gong Yumo with a smile in her eyes, waiting for his answer.

She was already tired of sitting in the position of the young wife of the Gong family and the position of Mrs. Mo.

After being married into the palace family for three years, she faced countless gossip and gossip, and the countless ugly gossip cut her body like broken knives.

Even her favorite parents have been wronged by her for so many years.

But what did she get for her persistence?

Now it seems that what was obtained was nothing more than a joke.

As long as Gong Yumo's heart unconditionally favors Tang Siyin, she will never be able to compete with Tang Siyin.

She didn't want to fight anymore, she was too tired.

Gong Yumo's face turned pale for a while, he moved his lips in disbelief, "What did you say?"

"I said, let's get a divorce." An Xiaoyue wiped away the tears on her face, took a deep breath and said with a smile, "As you said, I have paid off what I owed you in the past three years. Since your heart is on Tang Siyin, now that she's back, I don't have to be so reckless and insist on being caught between you."

"Anyway, you wanted to divorce me a long time ago, didn't you? I will fulfill you."

After An Xiaoyue finished speaking, she turned around and left. She couldn't see Gong Yumo's eyes at this moment, wondering if he felt a sense of relief that he was finally relieved at this moment.

It was her wishful thinking to marry her in the first place.

It is also her wishful thinking to like him, love him and pay for him.

Now, she knows how to let go.

When she turned around, her wrists were suddenly grasped tightly by a pair of big cold hands.

Gong Yumo held her hand tightly, pursed her thin lips, and took two steps forward with difficulty, her face was as pale as if there was no trace of blood, but her eye sockets were slightly red.

"Let's talk about it, shall we?" His voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.

Shouldn't he be the one to talk about the divorce?

Wasn't she An Xiaoyue who did the wrong thing?

Isn't she the one who has been cheating on him?

Why is her look so disappointed at this moment, as if he is sorry for her?
What went wrong?
An Xiaoyue's heart ached as if someone had grabbed her. She glanced at the ground and said, "There's no need. I'm tired. I'm going to rest."

After speaking, she shook off Gong Yumo's hand vigorously, and went upstairs without looking back.

His hand suddenly felt cold, and Gong Yumo stood there with his head down for a long time without moving.

He just stood silently, making no sound.

The teardrops from the corners of his eyes fell down the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, and finally dripped precariously on the floor.

A certain place in my heart seemed to have been dug a hole, and a cool breeze was blowing through it.

An Xiaoyue didn't go into her and Gong Yumo's bedroom, but went straight into the guest room.

The swollen forehead was painful, and even the head was dizzy and swollen, and all the strength in the whole body seemed to be drained.

She lay in the soft quilt, wrapped herself up completely, and forced herself not to think about what had just happened.

She just wanted to sleep deeply and think about nothing.

But no matter how hard she tried, the images in her mind would never go away.

Gong Yumo's questioning, Tang Siyin's lip marks.
She suddenly felt a strong sense of powerlessness hit her.

She wrapped the quilt tightly to hide herself, bit her fingers tightly, and cried uncontrollably.

I don't know how long I cried, maybe I was tired from crying, and my mind was dizzy, so I fell asleep in a daze.

After a while, she began to dream. She dreamed that someone was holding her tightly from behind, and she struggled hard but couldn't break free.

She turned around and realized that the man was actually Gong Yumo!
At some point, he actually cried, crying silently and hugging himself tightly.

His back was slightly bent, his chin rested on her shoulder, and hot tears dripped on her shoulder, almost burning her skin.

How weak she was in the dream, when she saw him crying, she actually softened her heart and let him hug her tightly.

Looking at him like that, she was powerless.

It's obvious that he just did something sorry for her, why doesn't he even have the courage to reject him.

I don't know how long I slept, the door was knocked lightly, followed by Sister Zhang's voice.

"Ma'am! Breakfast is ready, it's time for you to get up and have breakfast!"

"I know Miss Zhang."

An Xiaoyue struggled to open her eyes and looked out the window. Even though she was separated by the light-blocking curtains, she could still see through the gap that it was already bright outside.

She rubbed her heavy head, only to feel that not only her head was hurting, but her eyes were also very dry and sore.

She stood up from the bed, and then went into the bathroom to wash her face, only to see that the person in the mirror had a fair face, but the dark circles under her eyes were especially obvious.

She sighed slightly, and when she passed the bedroom, she glanced at the closed bedroom door and went downstairs.

People whose legs hurt like that yesterday are probably still sleeping now.

Forget it, whether he wakes up, whether his legs hurt or not, has nothing to do with her, anyway, they are going to divorce, and from now on it will be the relationship between the ex-wife and the ex-husband.

When she walked to the restaurant, she saw that the table was filled with various breakfasts, not only Chinese but also Western, buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, fried eggs, sandwiches, bread and steaks.

An Xiaoyue asked in surprise, "Miss Zhang! Why are there so many breakfasts today?"

Sister Zhang was coming out of the kitchen with a bowl of porridge, and said with a smile, "The young master ordered me to make this when he left the house in the morning. He said that my wife didn't sleep well last night. I don't know if my appetite is good this morning. He asked me to cook it every day." Prepare everything."

is it?

Do you feel ashamed for being so caring?Or do you feel that she is finally going to give way to Tang Siyin, so he used it to thank her?

She sat down and just took a sip of the porridge when she heard Sister Zhang muttering, "I saw that the young master came back from being drenched like that yesterday, so I guessed that he must have a leg problem. Sure enough, when I went to clean the room today, I saw He threw a finished box of painkillers in the trash."

"Ma'am, how can you take so many painkillers for your body?" At this point, Sister Zhang couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, it's raining, the young master is really suffering!"

The hand holding the spoon was slightly startled, An Xiaoyue pretended to be casual and asked, "Did he go out early in the morning?"

"Yes, when I first came here in the morning, the young master was already fully dressed and ready to go out with a cane."

As soon as she entered the door in the morning, she saw Gong Yumo coming out of the guest room and entering the bedroom. She wondered why the young master slept in the guest room. Could it be that he had a quarrel with his wife yesterday?

When Gong Yumo went downstairs, she realized that his legs and feet were not feeling well. Before going out, he specifically explained that his wife slept in the guest room yesterday, and asked her not to disturb her. Call her up for breakfast.

Thinking of this, Sister Zhang paused, glanced at An Xiaoyue and said hesitantly, "But ma'am, the young master didn't look very well when he went out. He was still holding a cane when he went out. His legs probably still hurt. You said that the young master's legs The pain is so severe, why don’t you know how to rest at home, and you are in a hurry to go to the company? Madam, why don’t you persuade him. "

Persuade him?

Even if he is limping, he still wants to find Tang Siyin, what else can she say?

An Xiaoyue scooped up the porridge in the bowl, and said flatly, "When he comes back at night, prepare him the hot pack in the bathroom."

Sister Zhang asked puzzledly, "Madam won't come back at night?"

She remembered that her wife did all these things herself on weekdays.

"I miss my mother, I want to go back and live for two days."