Xia Shumo has always been a kind person. After Xu Mo lived his life again and knew the character's tragic ending, how could he be so cruel as to ignore it?

His world and his life are about to collapse, but he still can't bear to see the suffering in the world.

Xu Mo hopes that Xia Shumo will be fine in this life. If he can renew his relationship with Shen Tongwen, his journey of rebirth will not be in vain.

Xia Shumo looked at Xu Mo with gratitude, feeling very uncomfortable.

It turns out that in this world there are strangers who really give her warmth. She was very moved, and her passion for life suddenly surged.

Mr. Xu is right. Living alone is much better than living in a messy home. She should have divorced that man a long time ago, right?

"Thank you, Mr. Xu. I will consider your words."

Xia Shumo took the card and left.

After Xu Mo sent the people away, he continued to stay quietly on the balcony smoking.

After smoking half a pack of cigarettes, my mind seemed to become clearer.

He returned to the room, glanced at his sleeping wife, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

There were his clothes in the space. Shen Jiaojiao liked to see him wearing a white shirt and suit pants the most, so Xu Mo took out the white shirt and black suit pants.

Shen Jiaojiao has quite a few clothes in the space, the most common of which are cheongsams.

Xu Mo remembered that as Shen Jiaojiao grew older, she liked wearing cheongsams, especially royal blue ones, which were really her favorite!

Xu Mo changed her clothes and took out a brand new royal blue cheongsam.

The sleeves and collar of the cheongsam were decorated with white lace, very similar to the one Shen Jiaojiao wore when their family took a family photo.

Shen Jiaojiao looks really beautiful in cheongsam.

Xu Mo folded his clothes and placed them at the head of the bed, then he lifted the quilt and got into bed.

He didn't close his eyes the whole night. He held Shen Jiaojiao in his arms and looked at his sleeping wife with tender eyes.

He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, his wife would leave him. It was really cruel for two people in love to experience the separation of life and death.

So it was the next morning, and Xia Shumo came early and injected the medicine into Shen Jiaojiao's body.

When Shen Jiaojiao woke up, Xia Shumo had already left.

Shen Jiaojiao could not feel any changes in her body. After waking up, she maintained the same posture as yesterday, looking at the street scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Xu Mo knew that she was still looking at the military compound. In fact, she missed home very much.

Xu Mo walked to the window, held the royal blue cheongsam in front of Shen Jiaojiao, and said softly, "Jiaojiao, do you want to change your clothes? This cheongsam is very beautiful and suits you very well."

When Shen Jiaojiao heard the word "qipao", her eyelashes trembled.

He withdrew his gaze and slowly turned to look at the clothes in Xu Mo's hands.

The silk fabric has beautiful colors and the cheongsam is also beautiful.

As if possessed by a ghost, Shen Jiaojiao raised her hand, wanting to touch the beautiful thing.

The fingers stayed above the cheongsam and then there was no movement.

Shen Jiaojiao didn't know what she was thinking of. Her eyes darkened and she withdrew her hand. She stopped looking at the cheongsam and continued to stare out the window in a daze.

Xu Mo sighed secretly, feeling a deep sense of bitterness in his heart.

He did not insist on making Shen Jiaojiao wear the cheongsam, but placed the cheongsam in the most conspicuous place at the head of the bed, hoping that Shen Jiaojiao would see her favorite clothes as soon as she turned around.

In the days that followed, Xu Mo took care of Shen Jiaojiao's meals and sleep, talked to her and sang to her. Even if Shen Jiaojiao didn't respond and Xu Mo had to perform a one-man show, he didn't care.

As long as his wife can feel a little bit of happiness, he will do it without hesitation.

After taking care of Shen Jiaojiao in the presidential suite for more than 20 days, the woman's complexion had obviously improved a lot.

His face was visibly fatter, which made Xu Mo happy the most.

However, Shen Jiaojiao still ignored Xu Mo. Apart from the normal three meals a day, she spent the rest of the time staring out the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze.

After Shen Jiaojiao calmed down, Xu Mo drove out in an off-road vehicle that night.

In the suburbs, on a deserted asphalt road, two cars were speeding at full speed, chasing each other, the scene was very shocking.

The sound of the engine roaring echoed endlessly in the night, like a requiem urging people to set off on their journey, stirring their hearts.

Fang Qinghe was driving a red Ferrari, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and held the steering wheel nervously, praying in his heart to go faster and faster. As long as he could get rid of that madman, he would be saved.

Because of fear, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down Fang Qinghe's face. He looked at the rearview mirror from time to time. In the rearview mirror, there was a black SUV following him not far away.

Fang Qinghe cursed, "Damn it, Xu Mo, you're a lunatic." He stepped on the accelerator again, but the sports car had already reached its maximum speed and could not increase the speed at all.

Fang Qinghe was filled with fear and terror. He had a feeling that Xu Mo, this poisonous snake, would bite him badly tonight.

Xu Mo, why the hell do you always pick on me?

Fang Qinghe cursed and swore.

Behind him, Xu Mo held the square plate with one hand and chased Fang Qinghe with a relaxed look.

Just when he was about to catch up, he slowed down and let Fang Qinghe run for a distance. Just when Fang Qinghe thought he had escaped, Xu Mo would follow Fang Qinghe's car like a ghost, neither fast nor slow.

After such exciting scenes happened several times, Fang Qinghe was so scared that he peed his pants.

Xu Mo looked at the sports car in front of him with a faint smile on his face.

He just wanted to use the cat and mouse game to scare Fang Qinghe to death. It would be easy to kill this beast, but how could he let Fang Qinghe die so easily? Wouldn't that be too easy for him?

He definitely wants Fang Qinghe to live a life worse than death.

"Screech..." A sharp braking sound was heard, and the sports car driven by Fang Qinghe crashed directly into the mountain range on the side because it was going too fast.

The sports car was forced to stop instantly, and the front hood was squeezed and deformed due to the huge impact.

Fang Qinghe was lucky. Although his forehead was broken, he did not faint.

Fang Qinghe covered his bleeding forehead, opened the car door, and ran towards the desolate mountain.

Xu Mo would definitely not be able to find him after entering the mountain! He just didn't believe that Xu Mo could catch him today.

Fang Qinghe quickly disappeared into the night. Xu Mo slowly stopped the car in front of the wrecked sports car, and the mood in his eyes became even colder.

Fang Qinghe stumbled all the way, looking back from time to time. Only after making sure that Xu Mo did not catch up did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a dark shadow stood in front of me. The silvery moonlight shone through the gaps in the trees, making the person look like a ghost.

"Ah!" Fang Qinghe screamed miserably, his heart almost jumping out of his throat out of fear.

He saw the man clearly, it was Xu Mo.

Damn, why is it haunting me?

Fang Qinghe spat, turned around and ran away.

Before I had run two steps, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air on the empty grass. It really was like a ghost, appearing out of thin air.

Fang Qinghe's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his face filled with fear.

He was so scared that he was gasping for breath and couldn't believe what he had just seen.

What is that? How can a person appear out of thin air?

Fang Qinghe paralyzed himself by saying it was an illusion, then quickly turned around and ran for his life.

After running a few steps, Xu Mo appeared in front of Fang Qinghe out of nowhere.

This time Fang Qinghe saw clearly that Xu Mo was really a ghost.

"Ah, there's a ghost!" He shouted and fell to the ground.

He was so terrified that he backed away repeatedly, holding up his arms. "Who the hell are you? How could you just appear out of nowhere?"

Xu Mo approached Fang Qinghe slowly, his lips curled up in a bloodthirsty arc, "Of course I am here to take your life."

A dagger flashing with cold light appeared in Xu Mo's hand.

Xu Mo said in a chilling tone, "Fang Qinghe, you actually hurt Jiaojiao. Today I will let you feel what it means to be in excruciating pain."

His eyes were full of ruthlessness. He raised his hand, swung it downward with force, and stabbed into Fang Qinghe's kidney.

"Ah..." Fang Qinghe's screams continued to ring in her ears.

Xu Mo did not get the pleasure of revenge at all. He gritted his teeth and said, "One knife is not enough. I will dig out all your organs and chop off your legs so that you can feel the pain that Jiaojiao suffered."

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung his hand and stabbed down with his knife.