Twenty-one years.

Twenty-one years is the opening and closing of the mouth, what can the past years represent? In Mo Nanjue's view, the past can only shackle the footsteps.

But Loshaw didn't think so.

Everyone's past is different, the beautiful ones want to stay, and the cruel ones want to be put aside.

But it's easy to say, what happened is what happened, twenty-one years of deep blood feelings are the pulse of the heartstrings, maybe twenty-one is just a number for others, but those who have really experienced it know the Tao, how can it be eliminated casually?

Mo Nanjue sneered when he heard this, his gaze swept over Luo Xiao's side face, "What, what you want, is it to win me?"

"If I win you, Xiao Ran is mine. ”

"You're wrong," Monan Jue narrowed his eyes, "if you win me ten thousand times, she won't be yours." ”

"It's none of your business. ”

"Luo Xiao, feelings are determined by winning or losing," the man really thought it was funny, "you call it love?"

Luo Xiao was noncommittal, his feelings Mo Nanjue would not understand, he didn't need to explain more, he raised his chin slightly, beads of sweat slid down, "Mo Nanjue, if you let it go, I will never be embarrassed again, this is the last chance I have given you." ”

Fu Qingshuang looked at him sideways, it was hard to imagine that Luo Xiao would say this, Luo Xiao in her eyes was never like this, she had never seen him like this, he had always been gentle and elegant, she didn't dare to think about it, he would have this side too......

Even, than the night she first looked for him, it made people feel cold.

"Give me the last chance?" Joke," Mo Nanjue's eyes narrowed coldly, and he turned his hand holding the foot of the chair down, raised it and pointed it directly at him, "You hurt her today, it's me who didn't give you a chance." ”

Fu Qingshuang hurriedly walked over to support Luo Xiao, only to find that his whole body was actually trembling in pain, she was sweating profusely, and said in a low voice, "Xiao, don't say it again, take it soft, let's get out of here first, and talk about other things later......"

Otherwise, according to Mo Nanjue's temperament, if this stalemate continues, Luo Xiao may be beaten to death by him.

Luo Tingsong sat paralyzed on the ground and couldn't get up, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at his son, it was only a short month, and they were already strangers.

If one's own flesh and blood don't recognize oneself, what could be more cruel than this?

Maybe it's really him wrong......

The heart was blocked and uncomfortable, he shook his head and wiped his tears, Song Fang felt even more uncomfortable when he saw it, she stood up and walked to Luo Xiao's side, and then looked at Mo Nanjue, in the end, it was still biased towards her son, "Why did you beat my son like this? It was said that Tong was bleeding profusely, and that was not to blame her for her own health, what did it matter to my son? Xiao Er blocked this and that for her, he had already suffered enough injuries for Tong Ran, she bled a lot, do you want my son to pay for his life?"

Speaking of the worst, Song Fang still lowered her voice, "In the final analysis, her own life is not good......

Mo Nanjue remembered what Song Fang said to Tong Ran at the kitchen door before, these people said that they were family members, but they were the ones who hurt her the most, and the corners of the man's mouth hooked up with a sneer, "Since you said so, should I also take back the suffering she suffered when she was a child today?"

He blocked his words mercilessly, Song Fang opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be stuck, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.