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"A woman has been dormant by your side for four years. Is she trying to save her life, or is Xi Shi destroying the country?"

Gong Yumo squinted at him with slightly drunken eyes, beckoning him to continue talking.

Zhou Linran continued, "It's not that I trust her unconditionally, it's that I can't find any reason to doubt her. An Xiaoyue has no reason to do so. As far as I know, since you got married, she hasn't interfered with anything about you and the company, right?"

"Equity? Real estate? She didn't ask to put it in her name, did she?" Zhou Linran continued, "If she is doing it for money, how could she let it go indifferently if such a big cake is placed in front of her?"

"Let's talk about feelings, whether the relationship between you is true or not, I think only you know best, no one else can tell."

Gong Yumo was stunned by what he said. Since getting married, An Xiaoyue has never told him about property. Even the unlimited black card for daily consumption in her hand was what he insisted on giving her back then. .

If she really wanted the position of Mrs. Mo, she could have asked for more.

He actually doubted her and questioned her because of an endless recording.

At that time, she must have been so sad and disappointed in him.

Gong Yumo smiled wryly, and knocked Zhou Linran's wine bottle with the wine bottle, "I don't understand you before."

Zhou Linran looked at his drunken eyes and asked, "You like An Xiaoyue, don't you?"

Gong Yumo did not hide it, leaned on the sofa, sighed lightly, and said, "I like it."

like very much.

I like it tolerably, like it helplessly.

I like it so much that I can't help myself, I like it so much that I forget about it.

No one in this world except himself knew that Gong Yumo had liked An Xiaoyue for 19 years.

The secret love of 19 years is his own game, the inability to fight back in the confrontation, the love that goes deep into the bone marrow, the endless waiting, and the willingness to wait patiently.

19 years ago, he was nine years old and she was seven years old.

He sat quietly under the stage, watching the "No.20 Children's Painting Competition Awards Ceremony" being held by the school.

Gong Yumo has been clever since he was a child, with an extraordinary IQ. He is a genius in everything in the school, except for his handicap in painting.

Although his hands were very beautiful since he was a child, even the teachers at the school lamented that it was a pity that such a pair of beautiful hands could not draw.

So when the school was going to hold a drawing competition, he had no interest at all, let alone such an award ceremony.

He sat under the stage for a few seconds, wishing that the ceremony would end soon, because there was a book of exercises for the third grade of junior high school on his desk waiting for him to go back and calculate.

As the time passed by, the silver awards have been awarded, and only the last gold award is left, which is the No.1 of this painting competition!
The host teacher on the stage uttered a name impassionedly, and then a little girl happily ran onto the stage with a sun-like smile on her face.

The little girl was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a red and white plaid pleated skirt, with a pair of small leather shoes on her feet.The black and smooth hair was tied into a fluffy ball head, and under the broken bangs was a small fair face. The facial features were as delicate as a doll, and the cheeks were a little fleshy, like a small white glutinous rice ball.

Holding a trophy in her hand, she took the microphone handed over by the host teacher and said her acceptance speech.

The smile on her face never faded, she was confident, bright, and proud.

When she smiles, all the sunshine seems to be shining on her.

Gong Yumo just raised his head for a glance, but didn't move his eyes away.

Until she finished her speech, politely bowed deeply to the teacher and the students in the audience, and then stepped off the stage, Gong Yumo's eyes followed her until she walked into the crowd where the class was, and wherever she looked, He couldn't see her anymore, so he took his eyes back.

He turned his head and pretended to casually ask the classmate next to him, "Who was that person just now? He is very good at drawing."

"An Xiaoyue from the third grade!" The classmate said excitedly to him, "Our school's little painting genius! You just saw it, he looks really good-looking, like a little princess!"

"An, Xiao, Yue." Gong Yumo softly repeated the name.

Later, this name stayed in his heart for many years.

The first time I talked to her was at the school gate after school.

Sitting in the car, he caught sight of her who had just walked out of the school gate at a glance. The person who came to pick her up seemed to be her father. She threw herself happily in his father's arms, and she seemed to have a good relationship.

Her father seemed to know his father too, and came over to say hello when he saw his father. It was the first time he had seen her up close.

White and tender, like a doll.

Seeing her walking towards her car window, he pretended not to care and looked away, only to see her stretching out a hand towards him, holding a lollipop in her hand.

That was the first time he spoke to her, and he still maintained his arrogance and refused her candy.

He was actually a little angry at the time, he was angry why a little girl could give candy to other boys at every turn!
Does she often give candy to others like this!
When he thinks that she often gives sugar to other boys, he doesn't want it anymore, he doesn't want the same things as others!

After rejecting her, he couldn't bear to see her dim eyes, and finally found a reason to accept the candy.

The next second, she smiled again, her bright smile was as beautiful as the orange sunset that day.

It was only later that he was sent out of the country before finishing the sixth grade.

He never ate her candy again, and he didn't know if she often gave candy to people afterwards.

Even after 19 years, he still remembered that the candy was very sweet.

Like her smile.