Tong Ran, I love you......

When Mo Nanjue said this, the tape recorder behind him happened to play the climax of the song, "The hair will be snow-white, the soil will be buried, the thoughts will not rot, and you will love ...... to the end of the road"

Tong Ran covered her mouth in surprise, she didn't expect that Mo Nanjue would bring a gift back this morning, and it would be such a gift......

This is the first time he has said, I love you......

This is the first time he has confessed......

Crossing Luo Xiao's shoulders, those bright red roses became more and more dazzling, and Tong Ran only felt that his chest was emptied, and his feet seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't move.

Why is it so coincidental......

There was no movement above his head for a long time, and Mo Nanjuejun's face was a little unbearable, after all, it was the first time he had done this kind of thing, and if he wanted to chase girls, he was naturally inexperienced.

How can there be any girl he needs to chase?

The man knelt on one knee and half kneeled, this posture, he was also the first time to do it in front of others, not to mention that he was still a woman, Mo Nanjue held the bouquet with his arm sour, and he coughed lightly, "Tong Ran, are you moved dumb?"

This stupid woman was moved to tears......

Luo Xiao stood at the door with his hands behind his back, just a bouquet of flowers away, he could clearly feel the joy revealed in Mo Nanjue's words, but for him, it was a huge sadness, he raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were cruelly hooked, "Jue Shao, what a coincidence, we met again." ”

“……”

The air condenses instantly.

It seems that the surrounding area is cold, and this sentence shatters everything!

After hearing this, Mo Nanjue's originally clear eyes suddenly gathered a large group of yin owls, how could he not recognize this voice?

The man's handsome face was gloomy, he didn't raise his head in a hurry, but slowly stood up, in his hand, the bouquet of roses that had been held hung down with his movements, and the four big characters on it [Mo Ran Chuxin] also rolled down and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Mo Nanjue stood up and bent down, flicked the dust on his knees with his index finger, and then straightened up, he put one hand in his pocket, and in this moment, Fang Cai's affectionate expression was no longer there, and he resumed that condescending and arrogant posture.

The man's delicate chin lifted slightly, and he looked inside the door with dark eyes of broken ice.

He saw Luo Xiao at a glance, but his gaze did not pause, but looked over his shoulder towards Tong Ran in the hallway.

She tugged at her collar, but she couldn't hide the torn thread, the thin kiss marks on her neck were faint but clear, and her little face was abnormally pale.

The coldness in Mo Nanjue's eyes was shattered little by little, quenching a touch of despair, and when he retracted his gaze, he swept over the collar of Luo Xiao's shirt.

On the man's good-looking collarbone, there are also red marks that Tong Dye accidentally scratched when he struggled.

It's just self-explanatory.

All this, in the eyes of Mo Nanjue, has turned into a sharp sword, even though he tried his best to hide it, but he was still stabbed and took a step back, stepped on the rose, and used a slight force on his heel, and easily crushed the bright red petals.

It's like his heart.

The stupidest and most shameful person in the world, he deserves it.

Scold.

The corners of Mo Nanjue's wicked mouth hooked up with an inexplicable smile, he raised his hand, and threw the 999 roses directly from behind him to the downstairs, the bouquet was too big, and when it flew out, it grazed the jewelry box hanging in the air, and fell down with it.

Knock –