Chapter 719
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Su Xiaomo sat in the art studio and smiled happily as she watched her blood flow out.
He could finally be free.
She had lost too much blood and fell to the cold ground. Her heart was at peace.
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However, Su Xiaomo did not die.
Her parents found her in time and sent her to the hospital.
After several hours of resuscitation, he managed to keep his life.
According to the medical staff at the time, Su Xiaomo's first reaction when she woke up wasn't to wake up, but to collapse.
She collapsed and wondered why she was still alive.
When the head nurse heard about her family, she wiped her tears and comforted her, "Your parents are doing this for your own good. Child, don't think too much. Which parent doesn't love their child? They just want their daughter to become a phoenix."
Su Xiaomo smiled in despair. "Really? Then why don't parents ask their children if they want to be their children when they give birth? "
These words seemed to be rebellious at the time. When Father Su heard it, he came in and slapped Su Xiaomo. "How dare you! You're not drawing properly, but you're causing trouble! You don't want to be my daughter, but do you think I want you to be my father? "
Su Xiaomo stubbornly refused to give in. "I don't want to paint anymore. I want to do what I like. I want to live for myself. What's wrong with that?"
Papa Su was so angry that he wanted to hit him but was stopped by Mama Su. Mama Su cried and said, "Who lives for themselves? Little Mo, you can't be so selfish."
"Aren't you selfish?" Su Xiaomo asked softly with tears streaming down her face.
After that, Su Yu's father's company went bankrupt. He made up his mind and took his family's savings to start a business. Coincidentally, the timing was right. Within a few months, he had multiplied his capital by several times.
Su Xiaomo's mother was moved. She asked a relative to take care of Su Xiaomo while she followed Su Xiaomo's father to earn money.
The relatives did not care much about Su Xiaomo. Su Xiaomo did not like the atmosphere at home either. Most of the time, she stayed at home alone.
The only thing worth being happy about was that no one would force her to draw anymore.
But in this house, she was the only one left.
Father Su and Mother Su were busy making money and hadn't come back to visit her in years. They only called her occasionally.
On every silent night, Su Xiaomo wondered if she had been abandoned by the whole world.
Would it? No way, how could that be?
She signed up for taekwondo classes, learned to drink, learned to fight, and did all the things she wanted to do but couldn't.
Then I'll be happy, she thought to herself.
…
Su Xiaomo finally fell asleep. When she woke up, she found a man lying beside her …
F * ck me! How dare you get on this baby's bed! Do you want to die?!
She kicked him, catching him off guard and sending him flying under the bed.
He Jiayu crawled up helplessly. Speechless, he said, "You're so barbaric. Can anyone marry you?"
"Uh … it's you." Su Xiaomo was embarrassed.
He Jiayu glared at her with an expression that said, "You're hopeless."
"Why did you come to my house? Isn't the hospital busy? "Su Xiaomo asked curiously.
He Jiayu stretched. "I just finished an operation early in the morning, so I came to see you."
"Why did you have to get into my bed?" Su Xiaomo rolled her eyes at him.
He Jiayu pursed his lips and smiled gently. It was Su Xiaomo's favorite smile.
"You reminded me that I'm not interested in your bed."
"…?!"
"I want to …" He said ambiguously. "It's you."
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