Chapter 150

Seven years later.

A delicate-looking boy climbed onto a plum tree, lying on the trunk, sleeping with his eyes closed.

The beautiful woman walked over slowly step by step in snow-white clothes and looked up at the boy on the tree.

"Scroll, come down."

Li Qiang opened his eyes unwillingly and looked at Li Chaomu under the tree.

The tender voice was very quiet: "Sister, dad and mother don't care about me, why do you always follow me?"

Li Chaomu tilted his head and smiled on his face.

"Dad and mother are busy, but I'm not busy."

Li Feng frowned.

"Then I'll tell Uncle Jibei, you'll be busy."

Li Chaomu's face turned pale and he suddenly fell silent.

When Li Qian saw Li Chaomu like this, he came down from the tree.

Stepping towards her.

A faint voice in tenderness: "Sister, if you really want to know something, I know there is a way."

Li Chaomu looked at his younger brother.

Lieli has been very smart since she was sensible, but she likes to sleep in.

"Can you know?"

But Li Chaomu was afraid in her heart. She never thought that a man who had always spoiled her would hide many secrets. The more she knew, the more she became afraid, the more she became, the more alienated she became.

She hadn't seen him for a long time, because that time, she cried and pressed her knife against her neck and asked him to leave.

Li Feng said in a tender and faint voice: "Sister, it seems that you haven't thought about it yet, so let it go."

Li Chaomu trembled slightly: "How did you know the method?"

Li Qiang said: "There are many secrets hidden in the mountains."

Li Chaomu was very nervous and grabbed his clothes with his hands tightly.

"I think about it"

Li Chaomu moved away.

I was a little confused and almost fell down when I left.

But I felt like I was being helped.

She looked back and her face turned pale in an instant.

Tears couldn't stop falling.

But he was eager to alienate the man in front of him.

Jibei's arms tightly circled Li Chaomu.

The voice is gentle but also very low: "Xiao Mu"

Li Chaomu cried and struggled.

"Let me go."

Ji Bei hugged him even tighter.

The voice was very low: "Xiao Mu, I only love you."

Li Chaomu cried sadly: "Let me go, we have divorced, I have given you my divorce letter, we have no relationship anymore, my parents agree, don't come to me again."

Li Chaomu angrily held Jibei and wanted to distance himself from him.

Ji Bei hugged her tightly, his voice very low: "I tore it up. I have hurt you for so many years, don't you understand my heart?"

Li Chaomu cried and shook his head.

She didn't understand anything at all. If she hadn't discovered that, she wouldn't have doubted anything at all.

But he doesn't love her, he doesn't love her.

Li Chaomu cried in tears.

The woman named Luo Yinyin was what he liked.

So they had no children for seven years, because he didn't want them, and he never thought of having children with her.

He clearly knew that when his parents came with him, she liked it very much. The kind of love was to give birth to a child like him, but he didn't want to. He had good medical skills and could easily contraceptive.

Li Chaomu pushed Jibei away with force.

This is the pain in her heart.

Looking at the man in front of him, wearing white clothes, he was as calm as a fairy.

He gave her endless love and also gave her the feeling that life was worse than death.

Li Chaomu reached out to wipe his tears and cried uncomfortablely: "Jibei, I won't love you anymore."

Li Chaomu ran away crying.

Ji Bei's body was stiff and his hands were tightly pinching.

At this time, Li Qiang, who was behind him, walked over.

"Uncle Jibei"

Ji Bei looked at Li Qiang with his eyes.

The voice was very faint: "Surprise, if you dare to tell your sister the truth, don't blame Uncle Jibei for strangling you to death."

Li Feng looked at Ji Bei with such calm eyes.

"But you really want my sister to misunderstand this way, you like Luo Yinyin?"

Jibei said coldly: "You must never tell her the truth."

Ji Bei stepped towards the direction where Li Chaomu left.

Li Qiang was heading in another direction at this time.

...

There is peace on the mountain.

This is a paradise. In the coldest season, the plum blossoms on the mountain are bright and blood-red.

It snowed, and the snow covered the sadness.

Li Chaomu stood at the window and looked at the snow scene outside.

She hasn't seen him for another month.

In the past, when it was snowing, he knew that she was most afraid of the cold. He would prepare a lot of stoves for her to keep the room warm, and would hold her and let her be in his arms. Then he told her stories and would gently remind her: Xiao Mu, do you like to listen?

She would nod with a smile.

And at this time he would kiss her, and the pair would always hold her hands and start to touch her.

Li Chaomu slowly closed his eyes and tears fell down unstoppable.

Li Chaomu felt that he would not care about anything else, because he was much older than her and would have many secrets, but she could not forgive him for loving other women.

Sometimes she would inadvertently wonder if he was all the good and all his favors to her was because of that woman, she was a substitute.

The more I thought about it, the more painful Li Chaomu's heart was, and the feeling of wanting to dig my heart became stronger and stronger.

She doesn't want to live.

The man who had spoiled her since she was born did not really love her, and Li Chaomu had no intention of living.

At this moment, a knock on the door came from the door.

"Master Mu, it's windy outside now. If you are cold, the empress will worry."

Li Chaomu tightened his hands and remembered his mother.

She closed the door.

Let the secret guards at the door and the engravings of the letter generation come in.

"Kefeng, go and prepare a carriage, I want to go down the mountain."

When Kefeng heard this, he immediately said respectfully: "Master Mu, it's very windy and snowy outside now, so it's not safe for you to go out."

Li Chaomu's uncomfortable voice: "But I can't breathe even if I feel so painful."

Li Chaomu's eyes turned red, and his tears were filled with discomfort.

She wanted to go out and left the place where she lived for seven years.
To be continued...