There is Something Wrong with My Omega Ex-wife

The air became extremely heavy in an instant, and it was difficult to breathe.

Shen Shuyu asked with difficulty, "Where is the skirt I put on the bed?"

"Is that the red floral skirt? It was also stained and I put it in the washing machine and washed it." Zhao Ma pointed to the washing machine as she said.

Shen Shuyu felt that he had been slapped in the head.

She looked at the clothes slowly being stirred in the drum washing machine, and only felt that her heart had been thrown in with it.

Even though his body was not taken off, the heart tube was screwed into a cruel ball, pulling himself fiercely.

Shen Shuyu immediately ordered: "Stop."

"Huh?" Mother Zhao was a little dazed, looking at Shen Shuyu unclearly.

"Let it stop." Shen Shuyu doesn't know how to use this kind of instrument, and can only repeat her orders over and over again.

"Good, good..." Mother Zhao looked at the collapse of Shen Shuyu's face, and hurriedly stepped forward and stopped the washing machine.

Almost when the washing machine stopped, Shen Shuyu squatted in front of the door of the washing machine and opened the door forcefully.

The rounded nails are divided into two layers of colors: a pale white that is pressed, and a crimson that is too hard.

But this kind of washing machine has a pre-locking device, even if it stops halfway, there is a two-minute wait for the door to be locked.

Shen Shuyu's strength was too small, and it was of no avail.

In this way, she watched the crimson and white flowers soaked in water entangled with her other clothes, soaked in water.

Fortunately, the clothes have just been put in, and the machine has not had time to mix the laundry detergent into the water.

Two difficult minutes finally passed.

Shen Shuyu hurriedly fished out the floral skirt from the water, and the dripping water poured out, soaking Shen Shuyu's shoes and socks.

The water in early spring is not bitter, but it is still cold.

Bing Gan was like a small and sharp sword, smashing Shen Shuyu's nerves straight into her brain.

But Shen Shuyu still held the skirt in his hand and wrung out the water on it hard to prevent them from sharing the taste of silence.

She tried her best to maintain the calmness of a lady she should have, and preached to Ma Zhao: "Can you help me dry it quickly?"

Shen Shuyu kept her tone calm and handed the wet skirt to Zhao Ma.

But Ma Zhao heard the uncontrollable tremor at the end of Shen Shuyu's voice.

Even though Shen Shuyu didn't mean to criticize Zhao Ma at all, Zhao Ma could not help but blame herself.

This skirt must be very important to the young lady. Why didn't she leave a second thought waiting for the young lady to come out and ask her to wash it again.

"Miss, you can rest assured that I will dry it for you now, to ensure it is exactly the same as before." Zhao Ma took the skirt and hurried to the dryer.

Zhao's mother was very quick, and dried the skirt within a few minutes, "Miss is ready."

Shen Shuyu took the skirt that Zhao Ma handed over, held it tightly in her hand, and nodded and said, "Thank you, I will go back first."

"Miss, I'm really sorry." Zhao Ma said apologetically.

"I can't blame you either, I didn't put it in place." Shen Shuyu touched the soft fabric of the skirt.

She didn't cherish it, and left the room as soon as she let it go.

Shen Shuyu returned to the room with his clothes in his hands.

She hadn't dared to identify whether the clothes had retained the smell of Yumo just now.

It's just that this corridor is too quiet, so quiet that Shen Shuyu's heart has many bad thoughts for no reason.

Shen Shuyu calmly closed the door of his room as usual and sat down by his bed.

Only then did he dare to put the clothes in his hands in front of his nose.

With just a light sniff, Shen Shuyu's heart suddenly stopped.

She couldn't believe her judgment, and buried herself deeper in her dress.

Gone……

Really gone...

The hope, which was originally vague and stubbornly supported by oneself, was blown away after being blown away by the nameless wind.

It turned out that the unprovoked thought of climbing in the corridor was the reality that his brain had judged long ago.

For a moment, Shen Shuyu felt that her heart would not be beating anymore.

She grasped the skirt in her hand, and her particularly weak body trembled uncontrollably during the fever period.

Yu Mo didn't want to pay attention to her, and now she didn't even have the last thought that smelled like Yu Mo.

I should put it right...

Since it is a precious thing, it should be put away...

Why do I know to cherish every time after I lose...

why why……

Shen Shuyu's sorrow starts from his heart, and his feelings are hard to restrain himself.

His thin hands clasped his chest tightly across the skirt and pajamas.

The veins provoke the delicate skin, and the gruesome but incompetent vent of the master's grief.

Shen Shuyu wanted to find some comfort, to find some comfort, to relieve the grief in his heart.

She turned on the phone and called up the chat history between her and Yu Mo.

The short sentences that I have sent to Yu Mo these days appear in the dialog box line by line.

[Good morning, the weather is very good today, you can go out to sunbathe when you are tired of studying. 】

[Good morning, the stars were bright last night, but not as good as the night you took me to the top floor last year. 】

[Hei Fat has eaten a lot today, his stomach is billowing, and Da Zuo's condition is still not so good. Good night. 】

[So tired today, good night. 】

...

Because there was no response from Yu Mo, these sentences looked like a poem from a distance.

A lonely poem that no one will ever appreciate.

Shen Shuyu's fingers flicked vigorously on the screen, and finally a Yu Mo sentence appeared, interrupting her long poem: [I am preparing for a big interview, and I have been very busy recently. 】

It's already New Year's Eve.

The interview for A University's independent enrollment will be after the year.

Shen Shuyu knew that this was very important to Yu Mo, and it was the first important thing in her new life.

And this incident invisibly put a pair of shackles on Shen Shuyu.

The heavy chain pulled at her delicate legs, making it extremely difficult for her to walk towards Yu Mo.

Don't dare to harass Yu Mo too much, and don't want to disturb her.

But……

Shen Shuyu looked at the floral skirt in his arms, and unwillingly put it in front of his nose.

I want to find a hint of sea salt caramel in this plain and tasteless smell.

But it is really gone.

She has nothing to think about now.

The sensitivity and fragility brought to Shen Shuyu during the fever period made her couldn't help but press the voice button at such a time that might interrupt Yu Mo's study: "Yumo, are you there?"

As soon as the first syllable of a sentence was pronounced, Shen Shuyu couldn't help it.

A big teardrop slid down her side face onto the small white daisy pattern beside her face.

Shen Shuyu looked at the black cat head, rubbed his index finger lightly, and sent a voice to Yu Mo: "I'm sorry, this thing has happened for so long, and I seem to owe you sorry."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't lie to you. I'm sorry, I have been making excuses for hiding from you that I am also born again."

Shen Shuyu trembled and took a breath.

A few voices were sent, and Yu Mo didn't respond at all as expected by Shen Shuyu.

Not knowing where the courage came from, Shen Shuyu pressed the voice button again, "I don't know how I came into this life. My memory only stays when you came to say goodbye to me on the first seven days. From now on, my brain seemed to be fascinated by a layer of fog.

"I used to think that being able to be born again was the second chance God gave me. But in fact, it was God's punishment. Punish me for ruining the first chance he gave me."

"I pride myself on being shrewd and being able to deal with everything rationally and calmly. In fact, I found it really stupid. So stupid that I didn't even realize that I fell in love with you when I was so stupid until you worked for me. And to die, I don’t even know how much I love you."

Another crystal teardrop embellished like a big bean rolled down from Shen Shuyu's eye socket.

Shen Shuyu didn't know until the end that he had gone with something precious that could not be reproduced.

She choked and said with difficulty: "What good is it for me to be shrewd in the mall? What good is it for them to praise me for how good I am. But my feelings for you are always one step later than you. I want to do it. It’s always impossible to get things done."

"Maybe you don’t know. After marrying you, I want to treat you well and spend the rest of my life with you. Put you in second place. You definitely don't know, I almost forgot that I had this plan at the time..."

Speaking of this, Shen Shuyu smiled self-deprecatingly.

She still remembered the joy that she was so yearning for when she was sitting under the window and making this plan.

She also remembers the budding of being strangled to death after she was busy with company affairs.

"For my birthday last year, I also wanted to invite you. But in the end I didn't resist my mother. Your name was never added to the list."

"Also, I also want to cover the matter of my rebirth strictly, so that you can only regard me as a completely different Shen Shuyu in this life from the last life. Because I know what I did to you in the last life. How much is too much, how hateful it is. I selfishly want to cover up all these backlashes that I should have been carrying, and take a shortcut. I, I want to be nice to you, give you what you want, and owe me All of your things are supplied to you. But you see, I still can't handle this...it makes you so uncomfortable...I can't even do this kind of clumsy drama..."

Bean big teardrops pattered from Shen Shuyu's eye sockets along her side face on the newly changed sheets.

One piece was wet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I have never thought of teasing you, nor have I thought of chaining you to my side, and I will not turn you back into the same you in the previous life. Compared with the you in the previous life, I prefer you who are always shining now. During the two years with you, every second of your self-confidence, scorching sun, and shining, all the pictures in my mind can’t be waved away, and they all make my heart. Yearn for it."

Shen Shuyu looked at the pure white ceiling, and Yu Mo's clean, white face flashed one by one in her memory.

She yelled to herself as she ran.

From "Shuyu" to "Sister", and then to "Shen Shuyu".

Yu Mo is like a deer jumping in the green grassland, running freely in Shen Shuyu's heart.

"Sorry, I was the one who wiped out your light a little bit."

"I am the selfish, most abominable exquisite hypocrisy."

Shen Shuyu brought his disgust towards him, and with full of regret, he closed his eyes tightly.

The eyelashes with teardrops trembled and trembled, as weak as a cicada's wings.

Shen Shuyu cut open his heart personally and held it in front of Yu Mo.

She was like a devout believer, leaning to confess to her only god, praying for a little tremor from her.

But the voices were sent one by one, as if hitting a stone wall.

No response.

Shen Shuyu looked at the long voice with a wry smile, and couldn't withdraw it after two minutes had passed.

Would Yu Mo feel that he was hysteria and didn't follow the preface?

Shen Shuyu was half curled up on the bed, holding the phone and the skirt that no longer had the odor of silence to his heart, tightening himself a little bit.

Like a baby who is extremely insecure.

The bed is soft and the heating is gentle.

Shen Shuyu's thin body became thinner and thinner.

But no one would hug her from behind and let her stretch out her tight body a little bit.

As dusk approached, the sun was golden, and the sky was scorched fiery red.

Everything is revived, and the new-style small house of Yu Mo's house is lined up as beautiful as a pair of oil paintings.

On the second-floor window glass, there is no shadow of the person who often sits at the desk with the soft light printed on the glass.

The room did not turn on the light, it was dim and low, which made people feel a little cold.

A voice was playing in the quiet room. The female voice inside fluctuated up and down, and the words were broken.

Looking in the direction of the female voice, a piece of milky arms hung beside the bed.

Yu Mo lay on his little bed while holding the phone that played the voice.

The reddish-brown pupils were heavy in color, and the lights in the room were dim, making it difficult to see how they looked.

Shen Shuyu didn't know, and Yu Mo wouldn't let Shen Shuyu know.

She stopped the pen in her hand since the first sentence sent by Shen Shuyu.

Since then, she has been listening to her voice.

After listening it again, raise your hand to point back to the first voice, and listen to it again.

Shen Shuyu's voice trembled, and his grief was softening.

She said regret and sorry to her.

She was talking about the "love" that she had hoped so much but never heard before her death.

Tears couldn't help but slide down Yu Mo's profile.

Yu Mo finally got a crack in the heart sealed by the stone, and then the crack fell apart like the roots of an old tree.

Stained with blood and peeled off the skin.

After a while, a new voice appeared in the voice list of Yumo Loop.

"Yu Mo...you can't come to my birthday party next week, I really miss you."

There was expectation and earnestness in this voice, but it was also so cautiously walking on thin ice.

The author has something to say: Correct: "Power must always be held in his own hand." Shen Shuyu said, holding Shen Lin's hand instead.

Dare to change the last chapter.