The wrong love is deep, Luo Shao indulges in indulgence

"Mr. Luo..." The manager trembled with fear.

Seeing that Luo Wanfeng was about to lose control, Ah Qian hurried over to pull him and pushed the manager away.

The manager hurriedly left the reception room.

"Third Young Master, don't be like this." Ah Qian was extremely distressed and helpless. Seeing Luo Wanfeng's collapsed emotions, he couldn't help it, and his voice choked up: "It will be fine, the search and rescue results haven't come out yet, maybe there is still a hope of survival."

Luo Wanfeng fell down on the sofa, her heart fluctuating violently, she leaned against the back of the sofa and raised her head to the ceiling, closed her eyes, and put one arm over her eyes.

His whole body was trembling slightly, revealing an indescribable sadness, a lonely aura mixed with pain, spreading throughout the reception room.

He didn't speak, nor did he cry bitterly, he just lay half-lying quietly, his arms covering his eyes.

Luo Xiangyang and Du Xiaoxiao knew through the news that the crash occurred, and they were worried that it was Yu Muxi's flight.

After inquiring, I found out that the accident happened on the flight she was on.

With grief, I rushed to the airline to inquire about the situation.

There were no miracles, no accidents, and no survivors. After the plane crashed, there was an explosion. The impact was too strong. Many objects and people were reduced to ashes, and the wreckage of the plane and human bodies were also scattered.

A week has passed.

The search and rescue has long since ended.

There were no survivors on the plane.

This was the longest and darkest week in Luo Wanfeng's life.

He shut himself in his room, doing nothing but trying to sleep.

No one would see him, he was the only one in the entire autumn garden, staying quietly alone, neither crying nor making noise or drinking heavily.

He was isolated from the world for a week. After receiving the news that no one survived, he was already mentally prepared and did not have much emotional fluctuations.

He sat on the wicker chair outside the balcony, quietly looking at the sky.

As the sun sets, the autumn garden is dyed red.

The sky is painted with beautiful and warm colors, which also adds a bit of sad beauty to the earth.

Mu Xi, Mu Xi, this name is so beautiful, just as poignant as the current sunset.

It's a pity that it's so short, and it won't be long before night falls and the earth will be buried in darkness.

His wife, his son, his younger brother, have reached the other side of the sky, that small country full of happiness, it should be morning now, they should be watering the flowers in the garden, or cooking in the kitchen Breakfast, or on the way to school.

They are fine, any crash is just an illusion.

They are still waiting for him, waiting for him to deal with his mother's affairs, waiting for him to go to reunite together.

Yu Muxi promised him.

No matter five years, ten years, or 50 years, they will wait for him.

There was a knock on the door, but Luo Wanfeng didn't respond.

Ah Qian opened the door and came in, walked to the balcony, when he saw Luo Wanfeng, his heart was filled with pain, and the strong man burst into tears instantly.

His formerly handsome face was already covered with stubble, thin and haggard, as if he had aged 20 years overnight, and his short black hair was dotted with distinct strands of white hair.

He is like a walking corpse, his eyes are dull and lifeless, looking into the distance without moving.

There was no sad look, no tears, and no screams and cries of pain.

Ah Qian hoped that he could vent all these painful emotions, it would be easier.

Now he is too calm, that's what Ah Qian is afraid of.

"Third Young Master, Madam is here, she wants to see you." Ah Qian said.

Luo Wanfeng still didn't respond.

After a while, the door opened again, and Chen Min walked in.

She walked outside the balcony, Ah Qian turned and left, giving the space to their mother and son.

When she saw Luo Wanfeng, Chen Min covered her mouth in distress, and she burst into tears. She didn't see this side of her son, and she would never believe that Luo Wanfeng would become like this.

She covered her mouth that was about to cry with one hand, and the tears flowed down, while the other trembling hand slowly touched Luo Wanfeng's head.

Her son was less than 30 years old, and within a few days, he had grown a few strands of gray hair and was so thin that he was out of shape.

The moment Chen Min touched his hair, his tone was unusually calm, and he asked sarcastically, "Ms. Chen Min, the three people you hate the most are gone, are you satisfied?"

"Son!" Chen Min squatted down with sobs, looked straight at Luo Wanfeng's lifeless black pupils, and was heartbroken: "Since God wants to take them away, it's God's will, you look away, the pain will soon disappear In the past, you will meet better women later, and you will have more children."

Luo Wanfeng smiled, "It's not God's will, she boarded the plane and left because you forced her out."

"What does it have to do with me?" Chen Min wiped away his tears and said angrily, "It's just her fate."

"Treat second brother well." Luo Wanfeng said indifferently, "He will be your last son."

Chen Min held Luo Wanfeng's hand nervously, and rubbed it: "Don't do anything stupid! You are mother's favorite son, if you can't think about it, how can you let mother live?"

"I promised my wife and children that I will go to them after I have dealt with your affairs."

"Son, don't scare me, they are dead, where are you going to find them?"

Luo Wanfeng's eyes sparkled slightly, and he remained silent without speaking.

He sat quietly without anyone else, with his ears closed and his heart covered.

He couldn't hear a word of Chen Min's comfort and enlightenment, and he couldn't feel Chen Min's touch and hug.

The sun sets, night falls, and the lights come on.

He doesn't feel tired, but he hates the dark.

He stood up slowly, walked into the room, lifted the quilt and fell down on the bed.

He closed his eyes and lay down for a long time, Chen Min was with him in the room, and he didn't feel anyone was there.

In his world, there is only himself.

Lonely, lonely, deserted, only myself left.

After lying down for a long time, his ears were buzzing. He felt a little uncomfortable. He sat up, picked up the sleeping pills on the bedside table, swallowed a few pills, and fell back on the bed, hugging the pillow that Yu Muxi had slept on sideways, quietly Quietly fall asleep.

Chen Min watched him sleep in the room and stayed with him for half an hour.

At this time, Ah Qian came in with the doctor.

"What's wrong?" Chen Min asked nervously.

Ah Qian has no affection for Chen Min at all, but she is still the mother of Third Young Master, as a personal bodyguard and special assistant, he has no right to get angry with her.

"Third Young Master has not eaten or drank for a week, and has not stepped out of this room. Every day, he takes sleeping pills and falls asleep. After he falls asleep, the doctor will infuse him with nutrient solution to maintain his life."

At this moment, Chen Min couldn't bear it anymore, covered his mouth and cried bitterly.

She shook her head in disbelief, looking at her son on the bed with shocked eyes.

Is this really the only shell left of her son?

Ah Qian choked up and said, "Ma'am, Third Young Master said that Miss Mu Xi is his life, not just talking, he has loved you so much since childhood, why do you insist on taking Third Young Master's life?"