Time and you are my fault

"Chuey!!!"

He knelt in this desolate sea area, calling her name painfully in the rainy night.

But she will never respond sweetly when he calls her like in the past.

"Why are you calling me?"

He collapsed on the ground as if exhausted, and closed his eyes in pain and despair.

Mo Shaoming stood up strongly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Take it back."

Zong Yanxiu was taken back to the manor.

After being forced by Mo Shaoming to vent the grief that was pent up in his heart, he fell ill.

The fever hits the heart, and the fever has not subsided for five days.

During the coma, he often called Chuy's name intermittently.

Tears are always hanging in the corners of the eyes and never seem to dry up.

After fully waking up, it was four o'clock in the morning of the sixth day.

In the early morning, the dark blue sky spread light from the east, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Familiar with the interior furnishings, he pressed his forehead, recalling the last picture in his memory.

Sitting up, his eyes fell on the empty place beside him, and his heart was hollowed out a lot.

He forced himself to look away, lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom.

Toothbrushes hanging side by side on the wall, towels of the same color stacked together, and a strange mouthwash cup made by herself.

There are also the face towels, massage devices she likes to use every day, and the black hair ropes that are randomly thrown in the corner like a little sloppy.

That familiar and trance feeling made the pain in his whole body more intense.

Holding the black hair tie, a layer of mist appeared in his reddened eye sockets.

When I went downstairs, the servants hadn't gotten up yet, and the whole manor was lonely and empty, without any trace of life.

He stood in the living room, looking around.

The light and shadow in front of my eyes kept shaking, and I vaguely felt that she seemed to be by my side.

But... where is she?

In the next few days, both the servants of the manor and the friends around felt that Zong Yanxiu seemed to have changed.

No longer indulging in the grief of losing Chu Yi, eat on time, listen to mother's words, and go to review on time, but the words become very few.

But only Wang Hong, who was by his side, felt something was wrong.

So peaceful.

Quietly over.

He was a good advocate and contacted a psychiatrist, "Boss, although I shouldn't meddle in your private life, I still suggest you see a psychiatrist."

He put the business card on the man's desk.

Zong Yanxiu blinked lightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, "I'm fine."

Wang Hong was so anxious that his breath was a little unsteady, which was not a sign of nothing at all.

Since waking up from a coma by the sea, he seldom speaks, and often stares at something in a daze.

You can even sit on the sofa and just sit for a day.

There is a term in medicine called traumatic stress syndrome.

Refers to individual mental disorders caused by witnessing or encountering personal safety, life-threatening or serious physical injury, or even death, resulting in drastic changes in the mental state of the witnesses.

This symptom has great hidden danger.

Wang Hong couldn't persuade him, he could only follow him every step of the way.

However, the next afternoon, something happened to him.

After Chu Yi disappeared, Zong Yanxiu personally handled Xinhe Media's affairs at the shareholders' meeting.

"Mr. Zong, you have already divorced Mr. Chu, what position do you have to take over her inheritance now?"

The empty expression of the man sitting at the main seat visibly froze.

Then he slammed the table down, and the shock made everyone's hair stand on end.

"What did you say?" His voice was low and cold, and his eyes seemed to be lingering with ice that could not be melted.

"You...you and Mr. Chu have divorced..."

"It's not this sentence." His black eyes seemed to be brewing a storm, and he was about to kill that person in the next second.

The person who spoke just now realized which two words he stepped on the minefield...

"Am I wrong? After searching for more than a month, there is no sign of anyone, not dead..."

Bang!
The person who spoke just now was knocked to the ground by the seat that fell from the sky, and blood flowed down his forehead.

And the thick glass behind him was smashed by the bounced chair.

There was broken glass and blood all over the floor, and the scene was full of screams and chaos!
It's not over yet.

Everyone hadn't reacted from the great change, and the man who took the first place just now came to the window at some point.

He lifted the man's neck with one hand, and hit the man's face with his fist like the wind.

His behavior was extremely violent, but his expression was extremely calm. He punched and punched until his hands were stained with blood.

When Wang Hong heard the commotion in the meeting room, he immediately ran in.

He desperately hugged Zong Yanxiu's waist and pulled him back forcefully.

However, the man turned around and kicked Wang Hong out.

"Boss, calm down! Calm down!"

However, Zong Yanxiu seemed to have lost his mind, he was immersed in the emotions that were close to collapse, and couldn't extricate himself.

Everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to take a breath, they watched helplessly as he picked up the half-dead man from the ground and pressed him against the broken window.

The man hung half of his body in the air, scared out of his wits, "You...what are you doing! Do you want to kill someone!"

There was treacherous darkness in the man's scarlet eyes, but a light smile overflowed from his thin lips.

"Say what you just said again."

is a threat.

In other words, crazy revenge.

"I..." The man was so frightened that his lips trembled, how could he dare to say a word, "I'm sorry Zong Zong, I said the wrong thing! Please forgive me!"

The man sneered, and pushed his hands out forcefully, as if he really planned to throw this man from the fifteenth floor.

As soon as Wang Hong gritted his teeth, he suddenly played the last recording Chu Yi left him.

"Zong Yanxiu, I don't know if you can still hear this recording, I...I want to go abroad to find you..."

The familiar voice penetrated into his mind and made him tremble.

The scarlet under his eyes slowly faded, he let go of his hand, and turned around slowly.

"Yiyi..." There was a bitter call from her stiff lips.

Wang Hong's tears were almost uncontrollable, "boss, calm down, the young lady will be angry when she sees you doing something wrong when she comes back, she will really be angry!"

Wang Hong stared at him closely, until he saw his eyes regained clarity and the trace of fear, he was completely relieved.

Zong Yanxiu looked around the room, and everyone stared at him as if they were looking at a monster.

He pursed his lips and strode out of the conference room.

In the car, he looked at the blood on his hands, and hurriedly wiped them with a tissue.

The straight back is hunched, whispering carefully.

"I didn't kill anyone... I'm sorry Yiyi, don't be angry!"

"Don't be angry... I was wrong, I will never make you angry again!"

"I listen to you, take good care of your illness, eat on time, you said..."

"You said that as long as I listen to you, you will come back. Now... I am very obedient. Will you come back?"

The heart-piercing pain was hidden under the calm appearance of several days.

One can guess his sadness.

But no one could see the slightest real feeling in his heart.

That kind of heart-piercing, bone-piercing sadness.