Mr. Lu, the wife was the white moonlight that night

Ye Jiahe's heart ached, seeing her father like this made her feel a little soft-hearted.

But thinking of the grievances and injuries she had suffered, she asked with red eyes: "Dad, do you know that heat stroke can kill people. Besides, I was locked in that dark room and forced me to admit things I didn't do .She has never had the heart to bear what she did to me."

From Ye Chaoming's point of view, the current Ye Jiahe wants to join Lu Jingmo in killing his own mother!

He shook his head sadly, and said: "Jiahe, you have changed, why did you become so cruel? If you insist on doing this, then from today onwards, our father and daughter will be cut off from each other! You are the daughter-in-law of the Lu family, so we I can't climb up to you, and I can't afford to offend you!"

After speaking, Ye Chaoming turned and left without looking back.

When Ye Jiahe heard these words, he felt his feet go limp and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Lu Jingmo wrapped his arms around her waist in time and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Ye Jiahe stared blankly at the direction his father left, his mind went blank.

Tears fell silently from her eyes, she choked up and said, "Just...just now, what did my dad say? He...don't want me anymore...my dad, he doesn't want me anymore."

Ye Jiahe raised his head, trying to pour back his tears, but they flowed more and more.

Lu Jingmo hugged her distressedly, and patted her on the back lightly, "Jiahe, you still have me, you still have me..."

The more he said that, the more uncomfortable she was.

What's the use of having him?

He belongs to Wang Rou, and he will end this marriage sooner or later.

Dad doesn't want her anymore, and sooner or later, Lu Jingmo won't want her either.

By that time, she would have nothing left.

"Don't touch me."

Ye Jiahe suddenly pushed him away and ran upstairs by himself.

She couldn't continue to let herself fall into the dream that Lu Jingmo wove.

If no one wants her anymore, then she will get used to being alone and live strong.

At this time, Mama Zhang heard the movement and asked with concern: "Sir, what's wrong with Madam? Did you... quarrel?"

"No."

Lu Jingmo looked upstairs deeply, and said, "Maybe she needs to be quiet."

……

Ye Jiahe locked herself in the house until it was dark outside.

Her father's resolute words before leaving echoed repeatedly in her mind.

But I am full of grievances, who should I talk to?

Could it be that she is so untrustworthy?

Even she herself doubts now, did she push Ye Baozhu?

Could it be that he was really careless?

At this time, the door lock rang, and Lu Jingmo walked in with a plate.

What came into view was the lonely back of the little woman, sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

A look of pity flashed in his eyes, he walked over and said, "Let's eat something first. Things can be resolved slowly, and the body is the most important thing."

After finishing speaking, he sat on the edge of the bed, took her into his arms, and said softly, "I will feel sorry for you torturing yourself like this."

"You? Distress me?"

Ye Jiahe looked at him blankly, as if he didn't quite believe it.

Lu Jingmo smiled faintly, and said: "If I don't love you, why would I book the fastest ticket to Ye's house to rescue you? If I don't love you, you lock yourself in the room, and I will go to the kitchen to prepare it for you personally." food?"

Ye Jiahe's heart trembled at his words, her eyes fell on the porridge and vegetables on the dinner plate.

It was not Mama Zhang who did it.

Because Mama Zhang knows that she likes spicy food, the dishes she cooks are very heavy and dark in color every time.

And the food that Lu Jingmo cooks is the kind that is light and clean, bright in color, and looks equally appetizing.

Ye Jiahe forced a smile and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

"You are thanking me for eating these."

Lu Jingmo simply picked up the bowl in front of him, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and fed it to her mouth, "Be good, drink some."

Ye Jiahe paused, and gently pushed his spoon away.

"Lu Jingmo, what the hell are we doing like this?"

There was obvious sadness in her clear eyes, and she said in a hoarse voice: "My father doesn't want me anymore, and you will soon not want me either. You treat me so well now, just like my father did before. But wait for you If you leave me, I will feel even more miserable."

What does Lu Jingmo know what she means?

But right now, he can't promise her anything.

After all, she didn't treat him honestly, and she didn't tell him, who is the man she has been hiding so deeply?

Lu Jingmo had no choice but to be cruel, and said, "Wang Rou suffers from severe depression. I... can't leave her behind."

His words, so clear and cold, seemed like a spell, and sentenced her to death.

She didn't know if Wang Rou was really suffering from depression, but it was probably an act, right?

But none of that matters anymore.

The important thing is that Lu Jingmo is willing to believe her.

"Jiahe, even if we separate in the future, we will still be relatives."

Lu Jingmo gently rubbed the top of her hair, and said, "Besides, you also have someone who loves you."

If that man wasn't good enough for Ye Jiahe, how would she dare to take such a big risk of cheating?

Ye Jiahe was heartbroken when he heard these words.

She picked up his porridge and drank it silently, but her eyes and nose were sore and astringent.

Seeing that she was willing to eat, Lu Jingmo felt relieved.

She still gave face to the things he made with her own hands, and couldn't bear his hard work in vain.

Therefore, even if she lost her appetite, she still ate a lot.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it."

Lu Jingmo saw her reluctance and couldn't bear it.

He stood up and wanted to take the plate out.

Just as he turned around, Ye Jiahe suddenly hugged him from behind.

Lu Jingmo froze, stopped, and put the dinner plate aside.

He lowered his head, looked at the little hands tightly hugging his waist, suppressed his ups and downs, and asked softly: "What's wrong?"

"Don't go, okay?" The little woman leaned against his back, his shirt was wet with tears, she sobbed in a small voice: "Lu Jingmo, my father doesn't want me anymore, can you not throw me away?" Get me?"

This is the first time she begged him like this, don't go.

She didn't want a divorce, and she didn't want to lose him.

At this moment, the man suddenly turned around and put his arms around her waist.

Ye Jiahe felt that his world was spinning for a while, and he was already trapped on the wall.

Lu Jingmo held her face covered with tears, and slowly leaned over to kiss her tears away drop by drop.

He was so tall, she had to tiptoe to get closer to him.

Ye Jiahe stretched out her slender arms tremblingly, wrapping them around his neck.

She also knew that such a short-lived tenderness was undoubtedly an anesthetic that cured the symptoms but not the root cause.

But she needs him, and she wants even more.

Even Lu Jingmo could clearly feel the enthusiasm from her. Looking down at her blushing face and misty eyes, he felt a flame burning in his body.

While continuing to kiss her, he took her to the bed.

The snow-white walls in the bedroom reflected their mingling, lingering ups and downs.

In the end, Ye Jiahe didn't even have the strength to hum.

Lu Jingmo just carried her into the bathroom and put her in the bathtub.

Thinking of pestering him and begging him just now, Ye Jiahe's face turned red like boiled shrimp.