Chapter 1118 I Never Loved You

Chapter 1118 I Never Loved You

Cheng Li froze in place with a pale face, feeling extremely humiliated while desperate.

In his eyes, she was dirty and dirty.

Later, He Chen hugged Yin Mo and stepped back onto the gangway. Amid Cheng Li's desperate expression, He Chen said the last two words.

The first sentence: "Cheng Li, what I loved back then was your unique quality."

Second sentence: "It's your quality of disguise, not you."

The implication is, Cheng Li, I never loved you.

The cabin door ahead was slowly closed by the flight attendant, blocking Cheng Li's dull sight.

Before the flight took off, He Chen looked at Cheng Li who was escorted away by the airport police officers outside the porthole, raised his cell phone with a sullen face and ordered one thing: "Don't let her appear in front of Yin Mo again."

After many years, Yin Mo never saw Cheng Li again.

She didn't die, but she lived like a year, and life was better than death.

...

At three o'clock in the afternoon Nanyang time, He Chen and Yin Mo helped Rong Manfang down the gangway.

Behind him is Shang Yu who walks steadily.

Zong Zhan did not get off the plane, but directly returned to the Imperial Capital on Yanhuang's special plane.

After being away for more than a month, Yin Mo sat in the car and looked at the golden streets of Nanyang in early autumn. After thinking about it, he turned his head and said, "Take me home first."

He Chen raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you going back with me?"

Yin Mo shook his head as a matter of course, "My parents are still waiting for me."

She lied and went on a business trip back then, and after being away for so long, she must go home and have a look.

He Chen sullenly squeezed her hand with some displeasure, "Come and find me at night."

"No." Yin Mo smiled slightly, "I'll accompany them first. Besides, don't you still want to send your aunt to the hospital for further rehabilitation?"

He Chen squinted at her, and demanded displeased and domineering, "I'll pick you up at seven o'clock in the evening, try if you dare to come."

Yin Mo didn't even say a word of refusal, the car had already parked outside Yin's community.

He Chen passed her and opened the car door, then turned his handsome face, directly blocked her mouth, pushed his teeth and attacked the city in her mouth.

The car door was ajar, but He Chen bit her tongue more and more wantonly.

Then, the Yin family couple who happened to come out of the community outside the door, looked at the two people kissing in the car dumbfounded.

That's their baby girl, right?

That man... is Mr. He?

Three minutes later, Yin Mo got out of the car out of breath, and walked into the community without taking the suitcase.

"Momo..."

Right in front, the Yin family couple rubbed their hands, hesitating to speak.

Yin Mo raised his head unexpectedly, and bumped into his parents head-on with his red and swollen lips.

There is a word that seems to be called social death.

...

At the same time, Shang Yu returned to the mansion, and when he entered the door, he saw Li Qiao sitting in the living room looking through documents.

"looking at what?"

Li Qiao flipped a page casually, raised her eyes to meet the man's eyes: "Skin Immunodeficiency Syndrome."

Shang Yu unbuttoned her cuff buttons while walking, stepped forward and rubbed her head, "Has he troubled you these few days?"

Li Qiao pursed her lips and said no, she pulled his wrist and raised her head and asked, "Brother Chen's trouble is solved?"

The man responded, leaned sideways and sat down, and naturally took Li Qiao's shoulders, "Are you studying Shanglu's disease?"

"Hmm." Li Qiao handed him the case file in his hand, "Renhe Laboratory is discussing a new research topic recently. Phytophthora is a rare disease, so we can study it in depth."

Hearing the sound, a doting smile appeared in Shang Yu's eyes, "You can call him over if necessary."

"Not for now." Li Qiao closed the document, turned her eyes to look at the man's handsome eyebrows, "Do you want to take a rest?"

Shang Yu stroked her slender arm with his fingers, "Accompany me?"

Li Qiao smiled, hooked his hand and gestured towards the stairs, "Okay, let's go together."

...

In the evening, at 6:40, He Chen drove to the downstairs of Yin's community.

He pushed open the car door, and the cool breeze brushed against his cheeks, blowing away the broken hair on his forehead.

The temperature in early autumn in Nanyang was slightly lower than that of Parma. He Chen slammed the car door, looked up at the old-style residential buildings with a sense of age, pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and was about to call Yin Mo.

It is said that a habit can be formed in three days, and during this time he spent every day with Yin Mo.

Eat together, talk together, drink together, sleep together.

He Chen got used to every moment when she was by his side, but in the short few hours after returning to Nanyang, he couldn't see Yin Mo, and he always felt empty around him.

The man put one hand on the roof of the car, and just unlocked the phone screen, there was a sound from the iron gate of the residential building.

He Chen glanced casually, but couldn't move his eyes away.

At the door of the residential building, Yin Mo was carrying a luggage bag, and said an opening sentence without embarrassment, "I don't have a room at home..."

To be precise, it was her parents who kicked her out.

This matter started in the afternoon, when the Yin family saw her and He Chen kissing in the car, and when they returned home, Yin Mo had no choice but to confess and be lenient.

The Yin family and his wife had always respected He Chen, and he was indeed protecting his daughter during the Burmese trip.

After Yin Mo's explanation and protection, the old couple hit it off and asked her to go out and start a relationship quickly, and stop being a leftover girl at home.

At this time, He Chen looked at Yin Mo's attire, and the corners of his mouth raised a very pleasant arc.

He stepped forward and took the luggage bag in her hand, wrapped her around her waist and put it in his arms, "Come on, we have a lot of rooms in our house, so we can pick whatever we want when we go back."

At the same time, by the balcony on the third floor of the residential building, the Yin family and his wife bent their backs and looked down.

"Momo has grown up and finally found her own happiness."

Yin's mother sighed with emotion, and when she turned her head, she found Yin Zhihong rubbing her eyes, "Why are you crying?"

Yin Zhihong pursed his lips and shook his head with sobs: "Momo has had a hard time these years. As long as Mr. He treats her well, I will give him my life."

"Don't say such depressing words." Yin's mother couldn't bear to look away, "If you know that Momo's life is hard, you will do your duty as a father in the future.

You should learn a lesson from those things in the past, we are a family, how few people will treat their employers as their ancestors like you. "

Yin Zhihong blushed, "Yes, yes, Madam is right, it's over, it's all over."

...

The next day, the second day after returning to Nanyang, He Chen woke up early in the morning and couldn't find Yin Mo.

The man walked around the apartment with his upper body bare, and finally found a note on the dining table.

He Chen's handsome face instantly became gloomy.

He picked up his mobile phone and called Yin Mo, with a very bad tone, "Where did you go?"

Yin Mo's calm tone still had a hint of lightness, "I'm here at Qiaoqiao, didn't you see the note I left for you?"

He Chen stared at the sticky note in his hand, and replied blankly: "I didn't see it."

"Oh, the note is on the table in the restaurant, you can see it when you go there." Yin Mo didn't know what he was busy with, so he hung up the phone after saying this.