Lucky to Have You Till the End

Fu Sichen stayed in the apartment all the time. He did not find anyone to come over and unlock it. The ashtray on the coffee table in the living room was full of cigarette butts.

He smoked one by one, after the whole pack of cigarettes was finished, he took out the wine from the wine cabinet and poured it into his throat.

Tang Xinyan's hatred and disgusting eyes constantly appeared in his mind.

He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, held his head in his hands, and tore his scalp severely.

Why did he and Tang Xinyan get to where they are today?

It seems that since Tang Yurou appeared frequently next to him, the rumors he heard about Tang Xinyan were also the first to come from Tang Yurou's mouth——

No, no, Tang Yu was gentle and considerate. She couldn't bear to trample to death with an ant. How could she slander and frame her sister?

Fu Sichen got up, looked around the apartment carefully.

He realized at this moment that Tang Xinyan had arranged the home very warmly.

In the bedroom, there is a portrait of her leaning against his arms.

This should be painted by her herself!

In the painting, she and him are so close, her eyes looking at him are like moonlight reflected in the water, so tender, pure and loving.

Fu Sichen stroked his cracking forehead, and fell to the ground with a dejection.

The chest is empty, as if something important is being lost a little bit.

I don't know how long it took, when a crisp ringtone came.

The phone rang for a long time before he suddenly recovered.

It's not his phone ringing, but Tang Xinyan's.

In the living room, he found the phone in the coat she took off.

One note is the number of ‘him’.

Who is he?

There is no doubt that it must be a man.

It's early morning, what is this man calling for?

Is the relationship between Tang Xinyan and him unusual?

Fu Sichen's heart suddenly grasped tightly.

He slid the answer button with his fingers, and said in a deep voice, "Hello, this is Tang Xinyan's husband. She is tired and sleeping. What can you do with her?"

It took several seconds for Wei Mo Chi on the other end to say, "Are you her husband?"

Fu Sichen heard Mo Chiwei’s deep and elegant voice like an announcer, his lips tightened, and his big hand on the phone added gravity, “Yes, I’m her husband. We just finished our exercise. Where are you? Bit, why call her so late?"

As soon as his voice fell, the person on the other end had already hung up the phone.

Fu Sichen looked at the phone screen that was slowly dimming, and the corners of his mouth curled up and smiled coldly and mockingly.

What is he like now?

A jealous husband who doesn't want to stop?

...

The police were unable to open a case after being missing for less than 24 hours.

Tang Xinyan could only search with Chunsao and the staff of the nursing home.

By the next morning, Tang Xinyan looked for places where each mother had been before, but she still didn't see her.

She was going crazy in a hurry, and her whole body was muddled.

If she can't find her mother anymore, she may fall down first.

Fortunately, when she called the nursing home again, Aunt Chun said that her mother had gone back.

After rushing to the nursing home, she let out a long sigh of relief after seeing her mother's safe return.

Asking her mother where she went last night, she said to herself that Tang Xinyan couldn't understand what she said. After telling Aunt Chun to take good care of her, thinking of the agreement with Mo Chiwei, she hurried to Splendid Garden.

Back to the apartment, she looked around, but did not see Mo Chiwei's figure.

She thought he had gone to work early in the morning, took a shower in the bathroom, and uttered a long damp luff before she found him standing on the balcony of the study.