A Sweet Marriage Is Worth Billions: Mysterious Young Master Moh’s Cute and Sweet Wife - Chapter 3760

  Sit down in the nightclub, Chen Cheng walked aside quietly, poured a cup of hot water and passed it to him.

   “Where is Aliang?” The nightclub asked in a deep voice while drinking water.

  Wake up after drinking too much, a little uncomfortable, and a terrible headache! For so many years, he has been socializing and drinking very well, but he did not expect that he would be drunk by A Liang!

  ”Uncle Liang asked me to come and look at you. He said there is something to do, and there is a letter here.” Shen Chengjing said.

  Nightclub listened, only to notice the envelope on the coffee table.

  He just looked at it, but did not take it. Shen Chengjing took the envelope and handed it to him, “It’s Uncle Liang’s handwriting, Dad, you should take a look.”

  The nightclub took the envelope, as if feeling something, looked up at her, and then opened the envelope.

“Nightclub, when you read this letter, I am gone! Forty years of company, you have become an indispensable part of my life, thank you for being drunk with me again, this life, I have nothing Regret, you also cherish it.”

  Short letter, but every word and sentence seems to be poking in the heart of a nightclub.

  His hand shook, and the letter paper fell to the ground. Shen Chengjing bent down, reached out to pick up the letter, and looked at the content on it, a little unclear.

   “Dad.” She whispered, the nightclub looked at her and smiled: “It’s okay, let’s go! Go back.”

  His voice is deep, just like his mood at the moment.

  A Liang has been with him for forty years! Now, he left easily, and didn’t even say goodbye. What can the nightclub say?

  Shen Chengjing saw this, she got up to support his arm, and sent a message to Mo Yanchen by the way, before leaving.

   “Dad.” Shen Chengjing escorted him back to the apartment. Seeing that the nightclub was a little down, she whispered to him.

  Nightclub smiled reluctantly, looked at her and said, “Are you going back tonight?”

   “I haven’t lived here for a long time, and I won’t leave tonight.” She said with a low smile, in fact, she was afraid of leaving, what about the nightclub?

  She didn’t know why, but she saw a lonely, deserted figure in him.

  Mo Qingcheng and Mo Shuinan are both very independent. There are so many people in Mo Yuan, even if they fall asleep, they don’t actually need her by their side.

  As a child, she naturally wants to accompany the nightclub.

   “Okay, rest early.” The nightclub said, and he turned back to the room.

  Shen Orange quietly returned to the room and sat on the bed, but couldn’t sleep.

  She got up and walked towards the hall, only to see a figure coming out of the nightclub figure. He walked out of Al Liang’s room, after hesitating for a long time, he opened the door and walked in.

   “Dad?” She whispered, but did not step forward.

  The nightclub entered Aliang’s room and looked at the neat and clean bedroom, as if he could leave at any time.

  Actually, he never enters other people’s bedrooms! Although Aliang is by his side, he is independent…

  In the bedroom, there is a table near the window with many photos on it. From the age of ten…every few years, there is almost a group photo of him and Aliang growing up to old age.

   “Pop” At this moment, a photo frame fell off the table and the glass shattered.

  The nightclub bent down, picked it up and wiped it, suddenly took out the photo, only to find….

  He took all the photo frames apart and put the photos together. At the end of each photo, there is a line of words written…short, but the content is…

   Moonlight spilled into the house, the nightclub looked up at the window, and his thoughts flew not far away.

   “Nightclub, she is gone, will you still marry a wife?”

   “Don’t worry, I will try my best to get her back.”

  The words of Al-Liang kept echoing in my ears. For his happiness, Aliang suffered a lot of sins, and even desperately tried to recover for him, but it was useless in the end.