Doudou fell on the chang, her big black eyes looked at the ceiling, and she sighed sadly. Dongzi hadn't been home for many days, and he was very worried. Grandpa said that Dongzi was on a business trip abroad.

Dongzi didn't return to China and gave up pursuing Rou Rou. Rourou always said that she didn't want to be with Dongzi, so do they have no hope at all?

The little guy sighed in his heart, feeling uncomfortable.

g, approached her. While she was writing, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and she felt a state of forgetfulness, so she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Rou Rou--"

Doudou's voice made her suddenly come back to her senses, and she quickly subconsciously closed the diary, "Doudou, why are you here?" She asked stiffly, as if she had forgotten Doudou was here.

"Rou Rou, are you writing a diary? Why are you crying?", looking at the smile on her face, the corners of her eyes were still wet and moist, Doudou frowned and asked.

"No, Rourou is painting a wedding dress." She lied, and then she remembered that Doudou came to play with her on the weekend and stayed tonight. Look at her memory, it is getting worse and worse. On the g, she encircled her son in her arms.

"Rou Rou, Dongzi in my heart." Doudou snuggled in her arms and said in a low voice. Her heart hurt, "Dongzi will be fine. Dongzi's heart is strong. He is so outstanding that he should be with an excellent aunt. Doudou, if Dongzi marrys someone else, don't stop him, okay? Mom beg you!" She said sadly, Su Dongcheng is so pitiful, she hopes that he can find a woman who treats him sincerely, take care of him, and be considerate of him.

"I'll stop it! I don't want other aunts to be my mother! Rourou, you don't love me!" Doudou said excitedly, if Rourou loves him, he should be with Dongzi!

Doudou's words broke her heart!

"Doudou, Rou Rou loves you, it's too late... If Doudou loves Rou Rou and Dongzi, don't stop Dongzi from marrying others!" She said excitedly, holding her son tightly in her arms.

"Dongzi will not marry anyone else!" Doudou said loudly, lying in her arms, suddenly burst into tears.

It's really crying, not pretending, not a bitter plan.

He was afraid, afraid that Rourou would marry others, and that his parents would not be together.

"Doudou, stop crying... Please... Rourou is not having a good time..." She said sadly, and she started crying as well.

Doudou cried even more fiercely, her little face buried in her heart, her voice was heart-wrenching, no matter how she comforted her, he would not stop... G was crying, Doudou was tired of crying and fell asleep, she wiped her tears and closed her eyes.

Doudou played with her for two days. On Sunday afternoon, Su's mother came to pick her up. She gave her the cheongsam she sewned with her own hands. The old man happily accepted it, and said nothing, and went back.

Su Dongcheng disappeared for more than half a month and finally came back.

When Doudou saw him, he rushed forward and said, "Dongzi, where have you been?" Su Dongcheng picked him up, Doudou hugged his neck and asked thoughtfully.

Su's mother sat on the sofa and was looking at the cheongsam.

"Dongzi is on a business trip." Su Dongcheng answered to his son.

"Oh, this soft hand is really coincidental. She made this cheongsam by herself." Su's mother sighed and said. Su Dongcheng took a look. Without seeing what the cheongsam looked like, she put down Doudou, rushed forward, snatched the cheongsam, and was about to throw it away.

"Don't accept her things! Doudou is not allowed to see her in the future, do you know?" Su Dongcheng said angrily, with a dark expression.

"It's coming again! Su Dongcheng, when can you change your temperament? When you fall in love, you will feel like a deep affectionate person. When you hate him, you will want to kill someone!" Su's mother snatched the cheongsam in his hand and scolded him.

Su Dongcheng's face turned ashen and he said nothing. He went upstairs, Doudou chased him upstairs.

Why are you still diligently making cheongsams for your mother?

"Dongzi, are you still in pain?" Doudou chased him, entered the study room, and asked after him.

"What's the pain? Silly brat, don't mention her again! I don't want to listen!" Su Dongcheng stared at Doudou and said sternly, sitting down on the sofa, lying on the back of the chair tiredly.

"I know you want to hear it!" Doudou said loudly, standing opposite the coffee table, looking at his father rubbing his nose.

"I don't want to!" Su Dongcheng said stubbornly.

"Rourou has been very diligent recently and has made many wedding dresses. Each one is very beautiful. She is going to carry out the exhibition!" Doudou reported to him, even though he said he didn't want to listen.

"Okay, your demented mother is different now. The sparrow has become a phoenix. She is a designer and has become a success! Gai Ming, she is married to Li Yi, and maybe she will ask me for your custody." Su Dongcheng sat up, looked at Doudou, raised his lips disdainfully, and said quietly.

"Rou Rou won't do that. Dongzi, I think Rou Rou has not changed, but she is still very pitiful. She would cry when she wrote her diary. The night before yesterday, I cried for a long time, and I cried first." Doudou stepped forward and said in a singular manner that her pitiful look looked heartbreaking.

The little guy hasn't given up yet.

But he had given up.

"Doudou, Dongzi has done everything she should do, and she has tried her best. She is ungrateful!" Su Dongcheng pulled his son, put his chin on his narrow shoulder, and said in pain.

"She has changed. If it were in the past, she would have returned to Dongzi's arms. Now..." Su Dongcheng murmured, "I hate her like this. I'm too lazy to chase her."

"Maybe, Rourou doesn't want to..." Doudou said seriously, it's so annoying...

"She doesn't want to? She just wants to make me suffer, regret it, just wants to take revenge on me, and make me suffer, because I have hurt her before! Son, don't mention her in front of my father anymore. Dad's heart is made of flesh..." As he said that, he felt that he might not understand what he said in front of his son. Su Dongcheng's mouth raised bitterly.

"No one should mention her. Let's have a happy New Year." He stood up and said again, his eyes were complicated.

***

This Spring Festival, Ji Xinrou has never been in China. She returned to Paris with Li Yi on the grounds of working. She had no job and went to the hospital. Her memory has become worse and worse, and her hands are shaking more and more serious.

The injury left serious sequelae before. There was originally a blockage that could not be removed, but now it is transferring, compressing the complex nerves. The location is very special. If the surgery is removed, it is difficult to ensure 100% success. The success rate is only 10%. If it is not successful, it will still be killed.

"Huh... it's okay, it's not that I've been stupid. There's still some time left, enough for me to complete what I want to do!" After coming out of the hospital, Ji Xinrou raised her head, exhaled, and said with a smile.

Li Yi patted her shoulder with heartache, "Don't worry, everything goes well. Have fun in France these days, relax and relax." Li Yi knew that she had been tiring day and night to get those wedding dresses recently.

"len, why do you help me like this?" she asked seriously, looking at Li Yi's smiling handsome face.

"Because, you trust me! The feeling of being trusted is very good." Li Yi's smile was closed and he said seriously, thinking.

Ji Xinrou understood why he was like this.

A man climbed up the Eiffel Tower at night and took the elevator to get on the cold winter night, the cold wind was like a sharp knife, shaking his cheeks.

Leaning on the railing, as if he was behind him, gently hugging him and accompanying her to see the scenery.

This is about to reach the first day of the Chinese New Year, and New Year's Eve is over.

"Honey... Rourou really wants to celebrate the Spring Festival with you... I want a very thick red envelope, you will give you the New Year's money." She murmured, sucking her nose.

At this time, the phone rang, and the familiar number was no longer remembering whose number it was.

When I picked it up, Doudou's voice came, and then I remembered that it was the Su family's landline number.

"Rou Rou, aren't you asleep yet?"

"No!" she said quickly.

"It's dawn here, and it's snowing outside. Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year! Dongzi gave me a big red envelope last night!" Doudou lies at the window with a cordless phone and says.

"Happy New Year, son! I wish you a happy new year to my grandfather and grandma on my behalf!"

Su Dongcheng came down from the upper floor at this time and saw Doudou holding the phone and put it on the coffee table. He pressed the speakerphone, "Rourou, grandparents are here, tell them yourself-"

Then, her voice came.

"Uncle, aunt, happy new year! Rourou is greeting you in Paris!" she said loudly.

The parents smiled and greeted her, "Oh, why is there a big noise? Rourou, are you outside?"

"Well! I'm outside! The signal is not very good!"

"Rou Rou! So late, what are you doing outside? What a loud storm!" Doudou frowned, afraid that she would be frozen outside so late.

Su Dongcheng frowned. The loud storm reminded him of the iron tower.

"Well! Rourou will go back soon!", she said loudly, and had already walked towards the elevator entrance.

"Are you alone?"

"Um!"

"Doudou, Rourou is about to get off the elevator, let's do it first--" Ji Xinrou's voice had not yet fallen, the noisy noise covered her voice, and then the call was interrupted.

"Rourou is so late, why are you doing alone outside? Are you missing home?" Doudou looked at Dongzi and asked in a low voice. Su Dongcheng's face was expressionless and his heart was twitching. He put his hands in his pants pockets and walked to the window.

What she is doing? Maybe she is doing well with Li Yi in Paris now.

She went to Provence, and the lavenders in winter were covered with a layer of white snow on the grass roots, forming a different scenery. His castle was silent and there was no workers. She was wearing down jackets and snow boots, and was walking inside.

When I was tired of walking, I sat down in the snow, took off my gloves, and wrote on the white snow with my green onion fingers.

"Husband, soon after, I became stupid again. I was like dementia. I had Alzheimer's disease in advance. This time, my memory deteriorated. You will definitely not love me like that." She wrote, and after finishing her writing, she wiped it off immediately, and wrote other things, and her fingers gradually became numb from the cold.

Not far away, the sound of horse hooves came. She was so scared that she quickly got up, wiped off the handwriting on the snow with her feet. The rider approached her. She was a middle-aged man. She looked a little familiar with her appearance, but she couldn't remember who he was.

"Madam, why are you here?" The butler was surprised when he saw that it was Ji Xinrou. He quickly got off the horse and asked respectfully.

"I, I'm just here to stroll around, I'm sorry, I'm disturbing!" She said politely and nodded respectfully.

"Sir, didn't come to France, did you come alone?"

"Yes, yes, I came to do business nearby and passed by here by accident!" She remembered that this was the housekeeper of the manor. Now, if Su Dongcheng knew that she had been here, would he think about it?

"Madam, it's so cold outside, go into the house first-"

"No, no, I have something to do now, I'm in a hurry to leave, don't worry about me!" After she said that, she ran away quickly. The butler called out a few times, but she ignored her.

When Su Dongcheng received the call from the butler, he was working overtime in the study. He no longer drunk anymore and felt irritable, so he worked overtime. He became busy and had no time to think of the heartless woman.

When the manor housekeeper said that she appeared there, Su Dongcheng was confused.

Why did she go to his manor?!

The housekeeper also said that she wrote something on the snow, but later she wiped it off and could not see anything clearly.

"Ji Xinrou! What are you doing?!" After hanging up the phone, Su Dongcheng stood up uneasily, patted the table, and muttered to himself angrily.

Why are you afraid of towers alone? Why go to the manor?
To be continued...