On the day of the blind date, I had a flash marriage with a wealthy man

Qiao Qiao calmly looked at Shanglu with affectionate eyes.

"you're awake?"

The last thing Shang Lu wants to see is her calmness and calmness.

Rising and rolling pain, pressing on the chest.

Even his 1.9-meter-tall figure has a hint of loneliness.

He responded politely, "Excuse me last night."

After waking up, my head hurts.

Like it's going to explode.

Throat is also very dry, scratchy and hoarse.

So that when he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

He probably also knew what happened last night. Qin Sen must have sent him here after being drunk.

He said politely again, "I should go."

Qiao Qiao didn't say anything.

She walked to the bar in the open kitchen.

Seeing Shanglu who was about to go out, he responded lightly, "Drink some water and have breakfast before leaving. Just in time, I have something to tell you."

Shanglu stopped and did not go out.

Qiao Qiao brought water and porridge to the dining table.

Glancing at him, "Come here."

Shanglu didn't want to leave.

To be called by her like that made me feel a little grateful.

Maybe she still cares about him.

That's why I boiled light porridge for him and made warm lemonade for him.

When I walked over and drank the glass of water, I felt that the dead wood was in spring, as if it was alive again.

Correct.

Come back to life.

Without Qiao Qiao, he is a walking dead.

Just the glass of water she made made his heart beat again.

Qiao Qiao made two bowls of porridge.

I went to get some light side dishes to go with the porridge.

Hand him the non-spicy pickled mustard and fried radish with eggs.

"Breakfast isn't that rich, so let's make do with it."

She likes spicy.

With the spicy mustard shreds, I drank the porridge.

After finishing the porridge, talk business with Shanglu.

Shang Lu also immersed himself in drinking the porridge.

A bowl of ordinary sweet potato and millet porridge is full of memories.

It's the smell of fireworks.

It was him, the richest man in Pengcheng who stood on a high ground and possessed power and wealth, which could not be bought with money.

He put down his chopsticks, "Qiaoqiao, have you had a hard time this year?"

Qiao Qiao stopped drinking the porridge for a moment.

I went to pick up two shreds of mustard greens, and swallowed the porridge into my throat.

The porridge, which is very refreshing on weekdays, suddenly lost its taste.

The liquid porridge is also a little hard to swallow.

But she still responded calmly, "It's not bitter. I've made it through."

"I'm sorry!" Shang Lu was full of guilt, "I failed you mother and daughter."

"It's all over, don't mention it." Qiaoqiao seemed to be immersed in drinking porridge, but recalling the experience of giving birth, his heart was full of bitterness.

Shanglu said seriously, "Qiaoqiao, the biggest mistake I ever made in my life was to abandon you and our child. I want to make up for you, and I want to get you back."

Qiao Qiao didn't react when he heard these words.

The porridge in her bowl was also finished.

Put down the bowl and look up.

Shanglu was a little nervous.

Her back tightened, "Qiao Qiao, you definitely don't want An An to grow up in a single-parent family..."

Qiao Qiao was categorical, "I'm going to tell you about An An."

"An'an, she needs her father." Shanglu responded.

These words made Qiaoqiao's heart ache.

Probably because it was too painful, the face that was still quite bloody was gradually turning pale.

There was a burst of suffocation in the chest.

Despite her best efforts to mediate, the air still felt suffocating.

But she really didn't want to pursue the past.

She finally adjusted her mentality, let go of greed, hatred and resentment, and started to live a good life again.

She didn't want to carry any more hatred.

Letting go of others is also letting go of ourselves.

Taking a deep breath, she said:

"Mr. Shang, I don't want to blame you for the past."

"At the beginning you insisted on killing her because you were too stubborn."

"I insisted on giving birth to her because I was too stubborn."

"Now that An An is born, let's talk about what was born."

"Don't mention the old things."

After a pause, he said:

"An'an is a real person. As she grows up little by little, she will gradually become emotional."

"I don't want the grievances between my parents to affect her growth."

"We will live in peace from now on."

"When encountering An'an's matter, we each fulfilled our parents' obligations and responsibilities, negotiated and discussed, and tried not to resolve it in a quarrel."

"But apart from the matter of An'an, I hope that Mr. Shang and I will not have any intersection."

"Since you are an ex-husband, I hope you will always be an ex-husband. Don't talk to me about anything other than An An."

"Especially feelings!"

She deliberately emphasized the tone of the latter sentence.

Use the calmest, most sensible, and most eloquent words to tell Shanglu about her attitude.

From beginning to end, she always called him Mr. Shang.

She drew this dividing line very clearly.

Neither love nor hate.

Shang Lu felt pain in his heart.

That high-spirited, powerful figure who turned his hands into rain and turned his hands into clouds in Pengcheng had frustration in his eyes.

Even the broad shoulders collapsed.

"Qiao Qiao, do you still love me?"

Asking this sentence, even Shanglu himself felt that he was a shameless bastard.

It was he who pushed her away with his own hands.

What right does he have to ask?

But he still had the audacity to ask.

After asking, he stared at Qiao Qiao across the table without blinking.

For fear of missing her expressions and reactions.

Obviously, there was only one word in all her reactions: the wind is clear and the clouds are calm!

She said lightly:

"Mr. Shang, although I was not born well and I am not a powerful person, I have traveled a lot, seen a lot of worlds, and met a lot of people."

"Now that I am financially independent and have a good mentality, I don't struggle with love and not love at all. I also don't struggle with being loved and not being loved."

"When I love, I will cherish it and try to love."

"When I don't love, I will never drag my feet."

She said this with a smile.

Smiling so calmly and peacefully.

This means that she really let go.

And said:

"Mr. Shang, whoever leaves can still live, live well."

"To share with you, I hope you will come out soon."

"You are an excellent national entrepreneur, and you shouldn't be trapped in the love of women here."

Shanglu has a lot to say.

But only said one sentence, "Qiaoqiao, you are far stronger than I imagined."

The word strong is too heavy.

Who doesn't want to be a little woman who is acted like a baby and relied on?

It's just that when I have suffered too many injuries and found that the people I love the most can leave as soon as they say they want to leave, and withdraw as soon as they say they want to withdraw, I don't want that support anymore.

The backing mountain will fall, and the backing will run away.

Life is alive, relying on oneself is the most reliable.

Facing this sentence, she didn't respond any more, and the wry smile on her lips also quietly disappeared.

He lowered his head and silently cleaned up the dishes on the table, "An'an is still downstairs, I have to go down and hug her."

She put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink.

Shanglu looked at her back.

Too skinny.

It seems as if you can break it with a light grip.

He really wanted to hug her, but she was right in front of him, so he was no longer qualified.

Behind him, he asked heavily, "Can I go downstairs and give An An a hug?"

"Of course." She turned around, and Yan Ran simply smiled again.

Shanglu felt very uncomfortable.

What is the furthest distance?

It is the person you love deeply who is deeply hurt by yourself.

You didn't participate in the whole process of her hiding and licking blood to heal her wounds.

In the end, she neither loves nor hates you, standing in front of you calmly and calmly, you are no longer qualified to hug her...