Hidden ex-wife is super difficult to coax

Outside the window, the night is dark.

The woman in his arms was already asleep, her sweet and soft breath was even and long, spraying a little bit on her chest.

Lu Yichen looked at the cold moonlight coming in by the window, fascinated.

He has had many dreams over the years, good and bad, real and illusory.

Waking up from the dream is not once or twice.

But tonight's dream is what scares him the most.

Maybe it wasn't a dream, more precisely, it was something he had experienced before.

Like rewinding, playing it again in a dream.

He remembered that the wind was also very cool that night, with the dampness after the rain, he was pulled up by Ren Fei in his sleep, and he rubbed his eyes and asked in a daze, "Mom, did you get up so early for your birthday? "

Yes, the eight-year-old child's heart is to celebrate his birthday. He counts down the days and counts down, just wanting to grow up and celebrate his birthday.

But Ren Fei didn't want to celebrate his birthday, but took him to a completely strange villa late at night.

She broke in, pushed Lu Yichen onto Lu Jingze, broke down and shouted.

"Eight years, our son is eight years old! I can bear whatever you do, but you still want to divorce, why why?!"

Lu Yichen opened his eyes wide, frightened by the almost crazy mother in front of him.

Lu Jingze pushed Lu Yichen away, without any warmth in his eyes, "Don't you know how he got here? He is your son, not ours!"

In a word, the eight-year-old Lu Yichen froze instantly and couldn't control himself for a while.

He knew that Lu Jingze didn't like him since he was a child, and even if he came to the old house occasionally, he would just leave after a meal without even giving him an extra look.

Just like strangers.

But despite this, the eight-year-old never blamed this indifferent father.

He even made excuses for him in his heart——

Maybe it's because I'm too busy at work, maybe it's because I don't have a good relationship with my mother, maybe I just don't know how to express my father's love.

The excuse is far-fetched but comforting.

However, this time, all the excuses were instantly shattered by Lu Jingze's resolute words.

It turned out that he had never acknowledged this son.

Ren Fei's hair was disheveled. Hearing this, she burst out laughing sadly and mockingly, "Okay, if you don't admit it, then watch it carefully!"

She grabbed Lu Yichen who was stunned in place, picked up the fruit knife on the table, raised it high, and cut it fiercely at his arm.

Blood instantly soaked through the white shirt.

Lu Yichen didn't struggle, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't move, as if the knife hadn't been cut on him, he just stared blankly at his mother who usually dotes on him.

His eyes became desperate and unfamiliar.

Why would a person become so horrible for love.

Ren Fei could no longer see her son's eyes that were gradually darkening. Her eyes were so red that they almost dripped blood. She looked at Lu Jingze paranoidly and crazily, and laughed until she burst into tears. What's the point of him living in this world?"

As he said that, he cut off another knife, the skin and flesh were broken, and the bones were almost visible.

Lu Jingze suddenly recovered from the huge shock, stepped forward and snatched the knife from Ren Fei's hand.

With a bang, the metal fell to the ground.

At the same time, a woman's frightened voice came from the stairs.

Lu Jingze turned his head abruptly, and saw his beloved woman turned pale with fright, covering her mouth, standing at the stairs in horror.

Without even thinking about it, he ran up the stairs, pulled her into his arms, and comforted her in a low voice, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, she's not coming for you, don't be afraid..."

Seeing this scene, Ren Fei's remaining sanity collapsed.

What's the use of her hurting her son? Lu Jingze didn't even bother to look at it.

All he really cared about was that woman.

Ren Fei's gaze turned cold inch by inch, she bent down slowly like a walking corpse, picked up the blood-stained fruit knife on the ground, and walked towards the two people she hated the most step by step.

Lu Yichen really wanted to run over to stop the mad mother, but he was in too much pain, it was too painful.

It hurts so bad I can't move.

The white sweater was dyed a shocking red, and he didn't come back to his senses until there were various sounds from upstairs.

He ran out of the villa immediately. There was a driver in the car. No matter what happened, he quickly called his grandparents.

But what he didn't expect was that just as he ran to the gate of the villa, a red skirt suddenly fell in front of him.

crashed to the ground.

The wind was quiet for a moment.

He remembered that his mother was wearing a skirt of this color tonight.

He looked towards the ground almost stiffly, and then saw a scene that he would never forget in his life——

blood.

There is blood everywhere.

The dark red liquid was mixed with the wine red skirt, and it was hard to tell how much blood there was, meandering and extending in all directions.

A bend of blood extended to Lu Yichen's feet.

The edges of his white sneakers were stained with blood, and he took two steps back in disbelief, but the blood seemed to be entangled with him, and flowed to his feet along the way he retreated.

After that he was unconscious.

Hearing the sound, the driver who rushed over froze in place for a few minutes, then made a trembling phone call, and hugged the unconscious Lu Yichen.

Lu Yichen was in a coma for two days and two nights in the hospital.

When he woke up, he didn't speak, just stared at the ceiling.

A psychiatrist was invited to treat him, but to little effect.

On the seventh day in the hospital, Lu Yichen was finally willing to speak, and murmured to himself, "The first seven."

Grandma Lu didn't hear clearly, so she leaned closer to listen, "What did you say?"

The eight-year-old Lu Yichen seemed to have grown up in an instant. Looking at Grandma Lu, there was no trace of extra emotion in his eyes, "I can't figure out why someone would die for love."

He really couldn't figure it out.

It is even in the heart that love is directly classified as a forbidden item.

……

When she woke up the next day, Sheng Rou felt a little breathless.

After dazedly opening her eyes and reacting for a while, she realized that it was because Lu Yichen hugged her too tightly, so she was uncomfortable.

She moved, and Lu Yichen immediately opened his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, "Are you awake?"

Sheng Rou raised her eyes to look at him, and saw that there was a faint bruise under his eyes, and there was no morning confusion in his eyes, so she couldn't help asking: "Have you been awake for a long time?"

He gave a low "hmm" as an answer.

In fact, it wasn't. He didn't sleep almost all night, and he only squinted for a while near the morning.

Sheng Rou stretched like a kitten, trying to sit up, but was taken back by Lu Yichen.

"Get up later," he said.

Sheng Rou blinked, "Why?"

Usually he is not a person who will stay in bed.

"It's nothing, I just want to hug you for a while."

Lu Yichen lowered his head against her neck, sniffing the light fragrance of her body, feeling that most of the restlessness that night had dissipated.

For a long time, Sheng Rou wondered if he fell asleep again, so she couldn't help but ask, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

It's just pure greed for her taste.

"If not, I just wanted to tell you something."

Sheng Rou patted him on the back, feeling guilty suddenly, "Say it first, you can't scold me."