Chapter 418

Ling Moxue was shaken all over, and the tears welled up in her eyes, but just as soon as they flowed to her face, she raised her hand to wipe them away...

Gu Mingxuan! Don't think that if you do this, I will regret it and make me feel guilty! Make me lose my temper with you hysterically!

Her eyes darkened, Ling Moxue turned around and strode away from the nightclub.

But no one knows how trembling and weak her steps are, and how her heart is slowly dripping blood in the silent cry...

And she also didn't know that as soon as Gu Mingxuan entered the box, he threw the woman away forcefully, the woman fell to the ground, and his cold gaze seemed to be able to kill people: "Get out, all women! Get out!"

Wow... The woman inside panicked and fled out in a staggered way!

Gu Mingxuan drank again, and he couldn't be persuaded by his friends, until he was very drunk, he fell down on the sofa and fell asleep...

No one dared to call and tell Ling Moxue, because they saw Gu Mingxuan driving her away just now. wxya

When Ling Moxue came home, she saw her son standing under the porch wearing a blue down jacket, with a serious expression and sharp eyes.

Looking at him, Ling Moxue seemed to see Gu Mingxuan.

Perhaps, the feelings of the father and son are a bit similar at this time, that is, pain and embarrassment, feeling that the woman they love the most has been "defiled".

People can sometimes defeat a powerful enemy, but they often cannot defeat their inner demons because of an event that they care about very much.

The pain is because you can't let go.

No matter how big or small, ordinary people cannot reach the non-thinking state of "right and wrong are one, and things are forgotten by me".

"Yangyang, Mommy has found Daddy, but he and his friends have some things to deal with, so he has to come back later." Ling Moxue smiled at her son, trying to look calm and gentle.

Ling Qiyang stared at her face, expressionless, "He drove you away, doesn't he want to come back with you?"

Ling Moxue lowered her eyes, feeling really uncomfortable at being seen through by her son.

"Yangyang, what happened last night was not what you imagined. Mommy and your uncle Mu were flattered."

Ling Qiyang pursed his lips and said nothing, the red lantern under the porch was slightly swayed by the evening wind, the light scattered on his face, orange red but not warm.

"Come in, it's cold outside." He suddenly reached out and took Ling Moxue's arm.

Ling Moxue's heart was agitated, her eyes became hot, and two lines of tears could not stop rolling down.

She quickly raised her face, trying to hold back her tears...

She has shed too many tears in the past two days, she will never cry easily in the future, because in front of children, weakness is not suitable for her!

She is a mother!

"Where's my sister?" Ling Moxue asked softly when she walked into the room.

"I told her a few stories, and she fell asleep." Ling Qiyang asked his mother to sit down, and made her a cup of tea himself.

Ling Moxue was indescribably moved, and looked at him with red eyes, "Yangyang, do you trust Mommy?"

Parents really don't want to affect their children, let such a young child share their worries and misfortunes for themselves.

But Ling Qiyang is different from other children. He has taken on the role of the little "man" of the family since he was a child, and he knows how to protect his mother and sister when he is a little sensible.

He has a mature thinking beyond that of children of the same age, a sharp observation ability, and judgment and analysis ability that many children cannot reach. This is related to his original single-parent living environment, and also because he likes to read many books.

"I think I know you better than Daddy." He whispered.

Ling Moxue's throat choked up, wanting to cry.

She quickly took a sip of water, holding back the tears welling up in her throat back into her stomach.

"Thank you son." She choked out.

Ling Qiyang turned around, raised his hand and gently wiped her forehead, and found that it was okay, so he said seriously: "I believe Daddy will find out the truth, he misunderstood you now, and when the matter is clear, he will come to find you." Yours, don't be too sad."

"Mommy has figured it out now, rumors stop with wise men! Your daddy will face everything squarely, trust me and your second uncle Mu."

"It's good if you can think like this. It's okay for Daddy to ignore you now. You still have me and my sister."

Ling Moxue embraced her son excitedly, resting her chin on the top of his head, her voice hoarse: "Brother, thank you for giving Mommy strength, thank you for standing by Mommy's side."

"Mommy, I am your son."

No one can replace the bond between mother and child.

Even if the mother makes a mistake, the son cannot abandon the mother and ignore it.

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Although she was comforted by her son, Ling Moxue was still unable to fall asleep lying on the bed. Thinking of Gu Mingxuan walking into the private room with that seductive woman in her arms, and thinking that his stomach could not drink, his heart ached.

She held the mobile phone, hoping that he would call her when he was drunk, or miss him and wake up in the middle of the night to find her, or that Ji Feng would drive him back...

But she waited until three o'clock in the morning and still didn't get a call.

The eyelids were too heavy, and her body seemed to be hollowed out. She lay lifeless on the bed, finally unable to resist the invasion of exhaustion, and fell into a deep sleep...

However, two hours later, the phone in her hand vibrated suddenly.

Shocked, she opened her eyes suddenly and saw Ji Feng's number...

"Mistress, the CEO was drunk last night and his stomach hurts, but he doesn't go to the hospital or take medicine. It's the same as last time. I can't persuade him."

Ji Feng, who had been guarding the CEO all night, had a hoarse voice, obviously tired.

"What now? How is it now? Where is it?" Ling Moxue asked anxiously.

"In the Jindu Hotel suite...he is sleeping now, but he hasn't eaten all day and night."

Ling Moxue understood, and she hurriedly said: "Okay, I'll cook a bowl of porridge for him right away, Assistant Ji, thank you for your hard work, go back to sleep, I will be over in an hour."

When Ling Moxue walked into the hotel carrying a vacuum flask, it was already daylight.

She hurriedly stepped out of the elevator and went directly to Gu Mingxuan's presidential suite, entered the password, and opened the door...

The curtains were still drawn in the room, and a floor lamp was lit in the corner of the sofa. The light yellow light was scattered on the bed, reflecting a beautiful face.

He was still as handsome as a sculpture in the past, with the facial features bestowed by gods, but now he was a little heart-wrenchingly thin and pale.

His eyebrows dyed with worry were slightly twisted, his tall nose was dyed, his thin and tangible lips were lightly pursed, and the blue stubble on his chin was well-proportioned, which made his face more sexy and charming.

Even if the congestion at the corner of his right lip didn't completely fade away, it didn't affect his stunning appearance.

Looking at her sleeping husband, Ling Moxue's heart softened into a ball, her eyes were full of pity and love.

Gently pulling down the quilt, she carefully covered his bare shoulders, and then sat on the chair by the bed and watched him quietly.

Time passed slowly, and in the quiet suite, there was only the sound of two people breathing lightly and evenly...

The biological clock turned, Gu Mingxuan's slightly frowned eyebrows relaxed, and he hooked his fingers, feeling strange. He slowly opened his eyes, and saw that on the chair beside the bed, the little wife supported her cheek with one hand on the armrest, and held her hand with the other. his hand.

Interlocking fingers, the picture is warm and beautiful.