Chapter 2 At three o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Mengmeng and Mo Qi went to the kindergarten to pick up their baby son Mo Shaoting.

Because it was raining, Gu Mengmeng held her son, and Moqi was responsible for holding an umbrella. This ordinary and happy scene is extremely enviable.

"Mom, dad, today a doctor came to our class to draw blood for testing for us to check whether we are healthy or not." Mo Shaoting said happily.

Moqi smiled, "Son, did you cry when the doctor drew blood for you?"

"Haha, no." Mo Shaoting touched the blood drawn place on his arm and said proudly, "Many of the classmates in our class were crying. Haha, only a few male classmates and I didn't cry."

"Haha, son, you are so brave." Mo Qi touched his head and praised happily.

Gu Mengmeng didn't say anything. When she heard the five words "blood draw for tests", she felt a little uneasy. Suddenly she thought of Ouyang Jing, who was capable, and her uneasy feeling became stronger and stronger in her heart... Ouyang Jing, this time the doctor went to Shaoting's class to take blood tests for tests to check the children's health. Is it related to you? Could this matter be arranged by you?

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After the family returned home, the rain in the sky gradually stopped.

"Wife, are there any guests at home today?" Moqi sat on the sofa in the living room and asked in confusion as he looked at a cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"No." Gu Mengmeng answered and walked towards the bedroom.

"Not why there are cigarette butts in the ashtray?" Mo Qi was puzzled.

"Qi, did you forget that you smoked it?"

"Absolutely not. I rarely smoke. You know, I didn't smoke a single cigarette today."

"..." She realized her mind and guessed that the cigarette must have been smoked by Ouyang Jing. She quickly walked into the bedroom and nervously opened the wardrobe door. She didn't see anyone else. A big rock hanging in her heart slowly fell down. Then, she quickly walked out of the bedroom, walked to the hall, sat with Mo Qi, and looked at the cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table in confusion.

"Wife, did you smoke this cigarette butt?" Mo Qi looked at the cigarette butt, looked at her beautiful side face and said half-jokingly, "Today I'm bored at home alone, so I'm just smoking to relieve my boredom?"

"I...I..." She didn't know if she should be 'sin', so she turned her head and found that the painting she placed on the balcony was gone. She had an idea and said angrily: "Husband, it must be a thief from home, and the painting I drew was gone."

"Ah?" Mo Qi immediately looked up to the balcony and found that there was not a single picture on the drawing board. He looked at the cigarette butts in the ashtray and thought of himself falling out of the key, his handsome face was full of anger, "This thief is really hateful."

"Yes, this thief is so hateful." She also said with anger.

"Uh, he stole your wife's painting. I curse him for not dying well. It's better to be hit by a car when he goes out. Even if he doesn't get hit by a car, he will become disabled." Mo Qi hugged her and said angrily.

"..." She was speechless. When she heard these terrifying words, she thought that the person who stole the painting must be Ouyang Jing. She felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably. After a while, she gently opened her hand and hugged her, and whispered: "Honey, I'll go to the bedroom to see if we have anything else stolen."

Moqi let go, "Yeah, go."

As she walked into the bedroom quickly, she checked the cabinets in the room with a gloomy expression. Her mind was confused. The things in the cabinets were checked as if they were decent, but she didn't know if there were any missing things in her heart.

Not long after, Mo Qi walked in and saw her thoughtful and gloomy appearance, and felt a little worried, "Wife, has the thief stole what you like?"

She was stunned for a second before she came to her senses, and shook her head with a faint smile, "No, there are still many things in our bedroom."

"Since there isn't, why is your expression so ugly?" Mo Qi asked suspiciously, then opened a wardrobe door next to him, pulled out a drawer for underwear and underwear to check it carefully, and suddenly said angrily: "Well, my wife, your best white lace-edged underwear is gone. Was it stolen by that thief?"

"Is that true?" She walked over and searched again. She found that the underwear she liked was really gone, and her beautiful eyebrows frowned.

"Uh, this thief is so annoying. He didn't tell you that he would steal your paintings, but he also stole your underwear." Mo Qi was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "I want to curse this thief having a terminal illness."

Hearing a sentence from behind her, she felt inexplicably uneasy and said with a smile: "Qi, don't be angry, he just stole one of my paintings and a pair of underwear. We don't have to curse him like this." Speaking of this, she walked out of the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, "I'll make dinner tonight."

Moqi quickly went out, "Wife, I'll make dinner, you can watch cartoons with your son."

"Qi, I want to cook today, don't argue with me."

"Hahaha, okay." He followed her.

…

The painting drawn by Gu Mengmeng in her essay, Ouyang Jing put it on the frame and took it back to the palace as if he were to the baby, and immediately hung the painting in his bedroom.

The painting was on the wall opposite the bed. He watched it fall asleep every day. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was always it.

Gu Mengmeng's missing white lace-edged underwear was indeed stolen by him. He put it under his pillow. When he couldn't sleep, he couldn't help but take it out and smell it. He found that it smelled so much, and the corners of his mouth would always rise.

Every time at this time, he would feel that he was a pervert and wanted to restrain himself, but he was addicted to drugs and could not control him.

"Have the identification result been released?" He walked into the office hall and asked A Yuan who was following him nervously.

"Your Majesty, not yet." A Yuan replied, "The identification results will not come out tomorrow."

Want tomorrow?

Hearing this, he knew that he would probably have insomnia until dawn that night.

On this day, he flew to three cities to inspect. When he returned to Wucheng, it was already 10 o'clock in the evening and felt very tired. When he returned to the bedroom, he was not busy taking a shower in the bathroom, but busy looking at the landscape painting hanging opposite the bed.

At this time, he would miss her very much when he saw the landscape paintings she painted. Even if the person who couldn't see her, he would think it would be good to listen to her voice, even if she could scold him with the most ugly words in the world.

After thinking about it, he walked to the window, looked at the bright full moon in the sky, picked up his phone and nervously dialed her phone...

…

Moqi officially became the president of Platinum Group two days ago. With such an identity, his social engagements suddenly increased. He did not return home until eleven or two o'clock in the evening for several consecutive days.

That night, the same goes.

Every night, Gu Mengmeng would wait for him to come back before falling asleep.

When he comes back, she will sit in the living room and watch TV. Occasionally, she will get up and walk to the balcony, look at the full moon in the sky, and wander quietly with her arms in her arms.

‘I have a beautiful wish. When I grow up, I can sow the sun. It’s enough. It will produce a lot of suns.’

That night, just as she stood up and was about to go to the balcony to see the moon, the cell phone on the coffee table rang.

She thought it was Moqi's call, so she quickly picked up her cell phone, but unexpectedly it was called by a special number with eight or eight.

She remembered who this number was, and she frowned and hung up the phone without hesitation.

After a while, the phone rang again. I picked it up and saw that it was still called by that special number.

"Uh 7e" She was angry, and she thought about it gloomy, but she answered the phone and said angrily: "Ouyang Jing, are you sick?"

Ouyang Jing was stunned on the other end of the phone, and then asked in surprise: "Mengmeng, how do you know? Haha, have you gone to study medicine in the past three years?"

"You are crazy" she annoyed his nonsense.

"Mengmeng, you are wrong. What I got was obviously lovesickness." He said seriously on the other end of the phone.

"..." She was speechless by him in the end. She suddenly remembered something and asked angrily: "When did you become a thief, the king of the Mist Empire?"

Ouyang Jing smiled softly on the other end of the phone, "Mengmeng, don't be angry. You stuffed me into the closet that day and almost suffocated me to death. It is also my duty to take some of your things as a souvenir." When he said these words, his voice was slightly low...

"You..." She was speechless in anger.

"Mengmeng, when... can I... steal your heart?" He asked nervously for a while.

"If you want to steal my heart, you can only wait for the next life." She frowned and said without hesitation.

"What if... I don't have the next life?" His voice became sad.

"Then don't think of stealing my heart." She said coldly in anger, and then quickly hung up the phone.

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This night, Ouyang Jing thought a lot and watched the stars in the sky disappear one by one, leaving only the cold and arrogant moon. His heart gradually became full of sadness, and his charming eyes suddenly became wet...

Mengmeng, do you really don’t give me any chance?

Mengmeng, I feel uncomfortable. I have lived for almost thirty years. I have never felt so uncomfortable. Even when my mother died, my heart never felt so painful.

Mengmeng, do you really don’t care about me at all? If one day, you know that I’m going to die, will your heart be sad for me? Even if it’s only a little bit?

…

"Your Majesty, the identification results are out." A Yuan stood at Ouyang Jingkuan's large desk and said, while handing a kraft paper bag to his hand.

Ouyang Jing took it without any expression, "You go out."

"Yes, Your Majesty." A Yuan pointed his head and immediately retreated.

Holding the kraft paper bag containing the identification results, Ouyang Jing felt a little unaware of how to describe it, and was afraid, expectant, and something else. After a while, he mustered up the courage to open the kraft paper bag and took out the identification results. Seeing the text on it, the eyes with a little red bloodshot due to insomnia last night and had not slept for a night, instantly burst into tears as big as beans. He was mixed with emotions, and his emotions were so out of control for the first time, and he couldn't help crying with a discomfort, "Uh wu 7e wu 7e"

In this life, he shed so many tears and cried out loud, only twice, once when his mother died, and once when he saw the appraisal results.

After about an hour, his emotions gradually became controlled. He wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes, stood up and walked out quickly, and took out his cell phone and hurriedly called Gu Mengmeng...

Gu Mengmeng didn't answer his phone number.

He was not surprised at all with such a result, his pace was faster, and he did not give up and called the second and third time...

When he called for the fifth time, Gu Mengmeng turned off the machine.

She turned off the phone and unplugged the battery of her phone. It didn't matter, it didn't matter. At this moment, if he wanted to see her, nothing was a problem. No matter what it was, it couldn't stop him from seeing her immediately.

On the way, he drove his car very fast and usually took an hour to reach the place, but he arrived in only half an hour today.

…

‘Dingdong 7e Dingdong 7e’

The doorbell rang rapidly. At this time, it was 10 o'clock in the morning. Mo Qi went to Platinum Group, and his son Mo Shaoting went to the kindergarten. Gu Mengmeng was the only one at home.

Who will come?

She was a little confused. Thinking of the phone call Ouyang Jing called her last night, she felt that it might be him. She hesitated for a while before gently walking to the door. Through the cat's eyes, she saw that it was really him. Layers of worries instantly filled her mind and heart.

‘Dingdong 7e Dingdong 7e’
To be continued...