Chapter 144 "I Don't Want to See You." "Okay, I'll Go!"

Gu Siting's eyes were bloodshot, and a dark aura filled the air.

The whole person seemed indifferent, alienated, and cold.

People dare not approach.

Ming Yao met his icy cold eyes and couldn't help shivering.

She was always fickle with words, but at this moment, she didn't know what to say.

In the space, there is a heavy and dead atmosphere.

The little snowball in Gu Siting's arms seemed to sense something was wrong.

Regardless of the male master's gloomy and ruthless expression, holding his last breath, he forcibly jumped into Mingyao's arms.

The moment Ming Yao hugged Xiao Xueqiu, the tears she held back for a long time flowed down uncontrollably.

This was the first real tear since she was reborn.

From the heart.

Clenching, uncomfortable, suffocating.

She lowered her head and rubbed her forehead against Xiao Xueqiu's furry head, "Meatball, don't leave, Mama will care about you and take care of you in the future—"

It's all her fault. If she hadn't neglected Little Snowball recently and didn't even find out that she was pregnant, things wouldn't have turned out like this!

For a moment, Mingyao felt unbearably uncomfortable.

Little Snowball meowed weakly at Mingyao, and patted Mingyao's tear-stained face with his meaty paws.

Those sapphire-like eyes also seemed to be full of reluctance.

It's just that the body is getting weaker and weaker, and it slowly closed its eyes.

A tear fell from its eye.

Mingyao looked at the little Xueqiu who was motionless, and her whole heart was clenched tightly.

"Meatball, Meatball, I'm sorry—"

Before Ming Yao finished speaking, Gu Siting, who saw Xiao Xueqiu dying, reached out and hugged it into his arms.

Without looking at Ming Yao, he walked out of the operating room with Xiao Xueqiu in his arms.

His whole body was filled with the aura of not getting close to strangers.

Seeing Gu Siting coming out, Mrs. Zhong originally wanted to say something, but seeing his cold and frightening expression, she was too frightened to say anything more.

Gu Siting left with Xiao Xueqiu in his arms.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't look at Ming Yao again.

Ming Yao didn't know how he walked out of the operating room, his legs were as heavy as lead.

Outside the operating room, she could no longer stand still.

The slender body leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down.

Holding his head with both hands, he buried his bloodless little face into his arms.

Mrs. Zhong looked at Mingyao whose shoulders kept shaking, she walked over and comforted her, "Ma'am, even the doctor said that the death of Xiao Xueqiu might have been caused by a miscarriage at an advanced age, so don't blame yourself too much."

How can you not blame yourself?

If she had paid more attention to Little Xueqiu recently, she wouldn't have had food allergies to vomit, and thus wouldn't have a miscarriage.

It's all her fault!

Little Xueqiu was the first one who took the initiative to warm her after she came to live in the Imperial Garden.

Although the time they spend together is not as long as Gu Siting's, she still loves Xiao Xueqiu.

It died suddenly, can she not feel bad?

In Zhongsao's impression, Mingyao has always been glamorous, independent and strong. Seeing her crying like this, Zhongsao feels very uncomfortable.

"Actually, I have to bear a lot of responsibility. Some time ago, you and the fourth master had an awkward relationship. You didn't live in Yuyuan, and the fourth master went to Pingshan Hope Primary School. As the manager, I didn't take good care of the little snowball. When will it become pregnant? , I don't even know how to get pregnant, so how do you know?"

"Ma'am, don't blame Fourth Master. Little Xueqiu is in his heart, like a family member. He has been with him for many years. He will be so angry when he dies suddenly!"

"When he calms down and thinks it through, he won't blame you anymore!"

It's normal for him to blame her.

During his business trip for a few days, he handed the little snowball to her. She didn't take good care of it, which led to its death!

She deserves to be blamed!

The night was completely dark, and Mingyao returned to the imperial garden after repeated persuasion by his loyal wife.

Gu Siting's car was parked in the yard, but he was not in the bedroom.

Ming Yao was very confused and bored.

She took a bottle of wine and was going to the top floor to blow some air.

As soon as it passed, she was shocked.

In the glass room on the top floor, there are small lanterns and a rectangular dining table.

The dining table is covered with a blue checkered striped tablecloth, on which there is a bouquet of delicate roses, red wine, goblets, and thin candles on vintage candlesticks. surprise.

But the result——

Ming Yao raised his slender white hand to cover his mouth, his eye sockets were sore and swollen and painful.

She bit her lower lip hard, wanting to say sorry to him herself.

Ming Yao found his loyal wife, and after inquiring about it, he learned that Gu Siting had gone to Mu Chengjin's small courtyard after returning.

Ming Yao walked outside the courtyard of the small western-style building where Mu Chengjin lived, hesitating, not daring to go in to find Gu Siting.

In the past, when she dared to be ashamed in front of him, she could respond to everything he said with a smile. That's why she knew that she hadn't touched his bottom line yet.

After living in Yuyuan for several months, how could she not understand the importance of little Xueqiu to him?

In other words, Little Snowball is his bottom line.

When recruiting organizers back then, Xiao Xueqiu had to like him before he could come in and work.

Little Xueqiu is equivalent to the little princess of Yuyuan.

But now, the little princess was indirectly killed by her!

Thinking of Little Snowball, Mingyao's eyes couldn't help turning red again.

Mingyao stood outside Xiaoyanglou for nearly two hours.

Finally, he saw Gu Siting's figure coming out.

He seemed to have drunk a lot, and he staggered when he walked.

Ming Yao stepped forward, trying to help the drunk man.

But before he touched him, he coldly avoided him.

His long and narrow black eyes were covered with a terrifying layer of scarlet, and he had drunk a lot of wine, and his body was full of the strong smell of wine.

Under the high bridge of the nose, the cold thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line.

He stared at her coldly with dark eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

Faced with his expression, Mingyao is actually no stranger.

When she was pretending to be a little maid, she nearly overturned the car several times, and that's how he looked at her.

Before, she had no fear at all.

But this time, she was afraid, scared, and flustered.

Ming Yao took a step forward, and gently pulled his sleeves with his tender index finger and thumb, "Honey, I'm sorry, can you hit me?"

The man pulled back his sleeves, and his lips curled up in a cool arc, "Will hitting you bring Little Snowball back to life?"

In a word, Mingyao was driven to the bottom of the valley.

Perhaps, after this period of getting along, she already had a different position in his heart.

But compared to how much he valued and cared about Little Xueqiu, her status to him was nothing!

Even she can't forgive herself, let alone him?

Mingyao felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness in his body.

how should I do it?

What should we do?

Washed away by countless emotions, Ming Yao lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly like injured butterfly wings.

"What do you want me to do to feel better, you say—"

The man stared at her pale little face for a long time, so long that Ming Yao thought it had been a century before he heard his deep and hoarse voice in the silent night, "I don't want to see you."

"Okay, I'll go!"