Chapter 1250
"But she already knows that our past is not a secret. Just find a private detective and you can't see the light. There's everything you want to know." Angie yelled excitedly.
Su Mo looked at her and sneered, "she's not as boring as you."
Angie was surprised, but she said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Su Mo's eyes were colder. "Do you want to give up until you find out? Two months ago, you hired a private detective to investigate Wei Jiaren. Because you didn't hurt her, I've been turning a blind eye, but that doesn't mean I'll condone any of your actions."
Angie saw that there was no way to deny it, so she admitted it directly.
"Yes, I found a private detective, so what? I just want to get you back, Su Mo, you are mine!"
"Angie, how on earth can you understand that I no longer belong to you and Jiacai is my wife." Su Mo's face was cold and serious.
The more she spoke, the more excited she became. Her original Qingming eyes became lax. She lost control and covered her head with her hands. She roared hysterically, "you are mine and mine. No one can take you away. Wei Jiaren, I'll kill her. I'll kill her, ah -"
Her crazy appearance made Su Mo nervous. He came forward and hugged her, "Angie, calm down."
"Su Mo is mine, mine, mine..." she kept repeating, wailing.
"Angie, calm down." Su Mo held her on the sofa and let her lean against her chest.
Her hand clutching his arm was cold like a dead man's hand, shaking constantly, and repeated, "Su Mo is mine, you are mine, aren't you?"
She stared at him, but her eyes had no focus, and her emotions became more and more excited.
"Yes, I'm yours."
In order to appease her, Su Mo said something against her heart.
Angel almost cried with joy. She hugged him tightly. "You're mine. Su Mo is angel's. It's good."
Angie took the medicine, her mood finally stabilized and went to sleep soon.
Su Mo picked up his coat with a tired face and was about to leave. He just met angel's mother coming back from the outside. She is a well-known pianist named Amman.
"Su Mo is here. It's so late. It's not safe to drive. Stay here tonight," Amman Wen said with a smile and handed his bag to the nanny aunt.
"No, Angie has gone to bed, and I should go back." Su Mo has changed his shoes at the porch.
Amman is a sensible person. He knows that it must be angel who is ill again that makes Su Mo so embarrassed.
She knows how difficult it is to take care of a patient with schizophrenia and severe depression.
"Su Mo, aunt knows that you have worked hard over the years, but Angie is a patient. No matter what she does wrong, I hope you can tolerate her."
"Aunt, I don't care how Angie treats me, because I owe her. Kejia doesn't owe her anything. If she gets hurt, I will never continue to tolerate anyone."
His words were very calm, but Amman still felt the cold coming on his face, even with a little Yin and ruthlessness.
Amman trembled subconsciously. She knew she must not touch his bottom line.
Su Mo seems very easygoing, but once he takes it seriously, the gain is not worth the loss.