My ex-husband thought I was obsessed with him [Rebirth]

Mo Shengkang grabbed Sun Qiaolan and took one last look at everyone in the room. With a lot of unwillingness and resentment, he pushed away Secretary Li who was blocking the door.

Mo Shenghuan was standing beside him, hugging An Nuo, and Mo Shengkang, who was running away in a hurry, met their eyes for a moment.

Like many years ago, Mo Shengkang came forward with a toffee, and happily wanted to pass it to his brother, but was knocked to the ground by Mo Shenghuan.

"Don't eat what strangers give you." The little boy, who was carved out of ice and snow, had an adult-like calmness and reason in his eyes, irrefutable.

Mo Shengkang looked at his brother with some grievances, and lowered his head to pick out the toffee that was almost completely melted in his mouth.

Obviously very sweet.

As if angry, Mo Shengkang stuffed the toffee into his mouth again, then picked up the one on the ground, glared at Mo Shenghuan, took the toffee, turned around and ran happily towards the sunny lawn go.

The two brothers passed by, Mo Shenghuan didn't stop them, but just hugged the young man in his arms tightly, his eyes were downcast, and his slender eyelashes lightly brushed the ends of his eyes.

An Nuo felt that she needed strength in her waist, and looked up to see Mo Shenghuan's expression.

Like pity, but with compassion.

The black Bluetooth headset in the man's ear lit up, as if it was connected to something.

Mo Shengkang grabbed Sun Qiaolan and ran all the way out of the villa, and saw the cars parked in front of the old house at a glance.

"Quick!" Mo Shengkang seemed to see hope, "This is my car!"

The two ran to the car, but found that there was no one in the car, the door was unlocked, and the key was in the car.

"The driver may have gone to the bathroom." Mo Shengkang frantically started the car, while Sun Qiaolan sat in the co-pilot and looked behind in a hurry.

The engine made a sound, and Mo Shengkang stepped on the accelerator, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

"I have asked my friend to help us complete the formalities early, and my antiques have also sold for a lot of money, enough for us to easily spend the rest of our lives!"

"Sheng Kang, your wife, your son..." Sun Qiaolan's eyes were full of sadness, "Why don't they believe you, it's clear that all you did was for them."

"They don't understand me, they don't understand what I've been through." Mo Shengkang's eyes were full of pain.

"But I don't blame them, there is no real empathy in this world, unless you experience it yourself."

Sun Qiaolan looked at Mo Shengkang with complicated eyes, "Could it be, are you planning to forget about it like this?"

"We still have a chance to turn around." Mo Shengkang gritted his teeth, "One day, I will come back."

Sun Qiaolan nodded, showing a full smile, "Sheng Kang, Mom will always be with you..."

Before Sun Qiaolan finished speaking, he saw Mo Shengkang's face suddenly changed, becoming extremely ugly.

"Sheng Kang, what's wrong?" Sun Qiaolan didn't understand.

"Brakes, the brakes are completely out of control!" Mo Shengkang panicked for a moment, then quickly reacted, let go of the accelerator, and pulled the handbrake.

"Sheng Kang!" Sun Qiaolan looked at the front and screamed, only to see a big truck approaching, Mo Shengkang hurriedly turned the steering wheel, accompanied by the sound of the horn of the big truck, and a sharp brake sound, the car rolled over and slammed The ground hit the railing on the side of the road, and the car tumbled downhill.

Mo Shengkang's consciousness sank into the darkness, and when he opened his eyes again, the airbag popped up in front of him. Realizing what happened, Mo Shengkang turned his head hurriedly, and saw Sun Qiaolan, who was crooked and silent beside him, with the car window cracked, The nearby tree came in, and the branches were firmly nailed to Sun Qiaolan's abdomen, and the blood kept falling and spreading.

Trembling, Mo Shengkang stretched out his hand to touch Sun Qiaolan's breath, he was still angry!

"Mom! Wake up." Mo Shengkang wanted to save Sun Qiaolan, but found that his leg was firmly stuck and he lost feeling in his foot.

"Help! Help!" Mo Shengkang almost exhausted all his strength, trying to turn it into a voice so that people could hear it.

"Help! Help!" With trembling fingers, Mo Shengkang kept testing Sun Qiaolan's breath. Tears mixed with blood streamed down his face, and his mind went blank.

"Help!"

All the heart-piercing cries for help seemed to disappear into the darkness, Mo Shengkang held Sun Qiaolan's wound, tears streaming down his face, "Mom, hold on, hold on!"

"Help!"

Mo Shengkang raised his neck, screaming like a wild animal in despair and pain, "Help, save us!"

After all the voices were shouted out, they disappeared completely, leaving no echo.

This 1 minute seems to have passed as long as a year.

As if returning to the light, or being awakened by the voice of his son's liver and gallbladder splitting, Sun Qiaolan slowly opened his eyes and saw Mo Shengkang next to him.

"Sheng, Shengkang..." Sun Qiaolan raised his hand and touched Mo Shengkang's cheek.

"Mom, mom, hold on! Someone will come to rescue us soon!" Mo Shengkang burst into tears as if he saw a glimmer of hope.

"You... trash." Sun Qiaolan was so painful that he almost lost his mind. When he looked down, he saw the tree trunk running through his body.

Mo Shengkang was trying his best to press the wound for himself, but his leg was caught underneath, and the gap left was probably broken.

Sun Qiaolan felt chills all over, and suddenly realized the current situation. Her life, like a movie, kept flashing before her eyes.

The drunken father, and the mother with hot hair and heavy makeup, those deliberately suppressed memories flooded over at once, like the stinky water gushing out of the sewer under the rainstorm, and Sun Qiaolan could barely breathe.

"Qiao Lan, what is the most important thing in this world? It's money!" The mother smiled sarcastically, "If you don't have money, you can live in whatever you wear, eat whatever you want, and the thing I regret most now is marrying your father. And gave birth to such a loser like you!"

The mother's gaze was like a brush. After looking up and down, she smiled brightly, "It's not a complete loss of money. Maybe it can help me earn two."

A distant smell permeated the air. Sun Qiaolan took a deep breath and smelled the scent of soap on her mother's head.

"Mom, mom, wake up..." Mo Shengkang's voice pierced through layers of fog. Sun Qiaolan lowered his head, as if he saw a little boy hugging him tightly.

"My parents, they never hug me, they only hug my brother." The little boy pouted sadly, "Duodo and I can only hug each other."

Sun Qiaolan felt as if his heart had been touched, and through the thick and numb heart wall, he could still feel that little touch.

"I like to hug you." Sun Qiaolan heard his own voice, which was thickly mixed with falsehood, but there was still a voice from the bottom of his heart secretly repeating this sentence.

Obviously when he was born, I didn't like him at all, why the more I was with him, the more I hugged him, the crack in my heart became bigger and bigger?

With a cold body, Sun Qiaolan looked at the boy in front of him seriously, growing up little by little, marrying a wife and having children.

He... obviously has a happy family.

What have you done?

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Sun Qiaolan slowly shed tears, as if confessing before dying, and spoke with some difficulty.

"They, what they said, are all true..."

Mo Shengkang opened his eyes wide, covered Sun Qiaolan's wound, and shook his head in tears.

"You, you and Dodo, have a younger brother." Blood froth flowed from the corner of Sun Qiaolan's mouth, "If...you can get out alive, help me and go see him."

Mo Shengkang lowered his head in tears and kept shaking his head.

"I was wrong... I have been wrong all my life." Sun Qiaolan wanted to say more, saying not to take revenge, saying that you should be well, and helping to take care of Dodo, but her body no longer allowed it.

Death has a sound, "beeping" as if the tape recorder couldn't receive the signal, Sun Qiaolan lost his spirit a little bit, and after a thousand words, he could only spit out, mixed with blood foam, "I'm sorry."

The hand touching Mo Shengkang's cheek dropped helplessly, and Mo Shengkang pressed down on Sun Qiaolan's bleeding place with all his strength. He was so sad that he couldn't say a word, and could only growl feebly like a wild animal.

The police siren sounded from far away, and Mo Shengkang raised his head suddenly, as if he heard the voice of help, tears kept flowing, and he roared with all his strength.

"Help! We're here!"

In the old house, everyone listened to the whistle of the siren and fell silent. Zhang Yun looked out the window and saw a police car parked not far away on the side of the road.

"It seems to have been in a car accident!" Zhang Yun cried out in surprise, and wanted to run to check the situation out of anxiety, but was pulled back by Mo Chenghuan.

"Don't go." Mo Chenghuan stood by the window and saw the situation over there. The woman's sun hat fell in the middle of the road, and the ribbon on the hat swayed slightly with the wind.

"It's the path Papa chose."

Zhang Yun lowered her head in embarrassment, and stretched her neck as hard as she could to see the situation on the other side.

"It turns out that it's not just love that makes people blind." Secretary Li, who stood firm, raised his glasses and sighed, "Family affection is also fine."

An Nuo shook her body, wanting to get out of Mo Shenghuan's arms, and to see what happened outside the window, but she didn't want her uncle's arms to wrap herself tightly in his arms like steel bars.

"I want to go and have a look." An Nuo pointed to the window.

Mo Shenghuan was silent for a moment, and came to the window with An Nuo in one hand. The ambulance also came, and it seemed that something was lifted from below. Before An Nuo had time to look carefully, his eyes were covered by his uncle's other hand.

15 years ago, it was a mother and son.

Fifteen years later, they are also a pair of mother and son.

"In this world, there is no real empathy."

An Nuo heard Mo Shenghuan speak, his cold voice was slow and long.

"Unless, experience it yourself."

An Nuo tilted her head in the dark, feeling Mo Shenghuan hugging her and leaving the window.

Taking off the veil in front of her eyes, An Nuo saw Mr. Mo sitting on the bed with his head bowed and weeping.

An Nuo originally wanted to care about him, but when he thought that Mr. Mo knew everything before, but just didn't act, even though Mo Shengkang and Mo Duoduo hurt Mo Shenghuan, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Self-inflicted sin.

"Mr. Mo." An Nuo tugged on Mo Shenghuan's sleeve, looked at the still indifferent expression on Mo Shenghuan's face, "Let's go."

Mo Shenghuan looked sideways, looked at the boy in his arms seriously, and blinked his eyes.

Mo Chenghuan turned his head and saw Mo Shenghuan walking out of the room with An Nuo in his arms.

The man's tall back is like a mountain, a mountain that he will never be able to climb.

And An Nuo, on the other side of the mountain.

After leaving the old house, the air is fresh and the sun is shining brightly. The flowers and plants in front of the old house are blown by the autumn wind and sway gently.

An Nuo watched as Mo Shenghuan took off the black bluetooth headset on his ear, squeezed it with one hand, and the shell of the bluetooth headset broke, exposing the tiny wires and electrical panels inside.

Throwing the earphones into the trash can, Mo Shenghuan walked out of the old house without looking back. At the gate of the old house, An Nuo saw a young man leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette.

Seemingly seeing An Nuo's stomach, the young man immediately extinguished the cigarette.