Chapter 267 267 Venting Anger 8

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Mo Wanqing stretched out her hand and rubbed her hair, and smiled indifferently: "Fool, between us, five years ago, when I made a decision, there was no longer any possibility. I have my life, and he lives his life. It's irrelevant. ”

"But, sister, I know that you actually still like Brother Lixing in your heart. Sister, otherwise you won't follow him anymore. Brother Lixing is back now, you go to Brother Lixing and start over with him. ”

Mo Wanxin looked at Mo Wanqing expectantly and pleadingly and said.

"Heh," Mo Wanqing chuckled, "Don't say it, it's not possible for me to be with him." Don't worry, my own business, I have my own number, don't worry about me, just take care of yourself. Sister has no other requirements, as long as you are good, it's fine. ”

"Sister, why are you being so good to me. Mo Wanxin looked at Mo Wanqing with tears streaming down her face.

"Fool," Mo Wanqing looked at her lovingly and said, "You are my sister, I am just a sister like you, not good to you, good to whom." It is impossible for me to have a bright future in this life, and I hope that you will have a good home, so that I will be satisfied. It's late, go to bed. ”

"You go to bed early, don't think too much. Mo Wanxin pursed her lips and smiled with tears, and looked at Mo Wanqing with a worried expression.

"Well," Mo Wanqing nodded, "Got it, go to sleep, I'll go back to the room too." ”

With that, the two sisters got up from the couch at the same time and walked towards their respective rooms.

Mo Wanqing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the bright moon hung high outside the window, the window opened a thin slit, the evening breeze blew, and the curtains fluttered with the wind.

Holding a goblet in his left hand with a small half glass of red wine poured into it, and a cigar in his right hand, white smoke rises.

Mo Wanqing has a touch of desolation and loneliness throughout the whole body.

Take a sip of red wine and a cigar

Sitting down on the bay window, he stared out the window blankly.

Outside the window, nothing else can be seen except the bright moonlight.

It's like her mood at the moment, except for bitterness or bitterness.

Tilting his head, he drank the red wine in his glass, then extinguished the unfinished cigar in his hand into the ashtray, turned around and went into the bathroom.

I soaked my whole body in the bathtub for more than half an hour before I got up and walked out.

At night, there was silence.

On the bed, Mo Wanqing slept very unsteadily.

In the dream, Jian Lixing's figure kept appearing, the happiness of the two people, you chased me, hugged each other.

Although it is young, it is sweet and happy.

Under the peach blossom tree, Jian Lixing hugged her and said soft love words in her ear.

In the rape flower field, the two hugged and kissed, and when they couldn't help it, they both rolled down in the green rape flower field.

Bright yellow rape flowers, two people who are happy with each other.

Tenderness and sweetness, but in the turn of the moment, it is torn apart by the reality of life.

It was still that rape flower field, and she proposed to break up.

The reason is simple, there is no compatibility between two people.

In fact, it was he who couldn't give her the life she wanted.

He didn't say much, just said: I wish you happiness.

Then, turning around, he left absolutely without looking back.

The rape field is still the same rape field, the only difference is that the bright yellow flowers have been gone, and the rapeseed has been abundant.

Flowers blossom and bear fruit, and their love ends in that season of fruit bunches.