He didn't really walk away.

He's back.

Tang Mo'er stretched out her soft little white hand to wipe the tears on her face, but she wiped out more and more tears, she knew that she was very embarrassed, she gave up struggling, stuffed her little head, she choked up, "What are you doing when you come back, didn't you just say that if you come back to me again, you will be cheap?"

Gu Mohan looked at her sullen little head, and from a condescending angle, he could see that her delicate and delicate little face was full of crystal teardrops, like tears rolling on rose petals, and the beauty was suffocating.

He rolled his dry throat and said in a low voice, "I just want to come back and see if you, the woman who says she loves vanity, are crying, and if you cry, I can do it again." ”

Men and women quarrel, and men take the initiative to lower their heads, it's not a big deal.

This girl bumped into him three years ago, and since then it has been firmly engraved in his heart, and he doesn't want to give up.

He wanted to give himself another chance.

Tang Mo'er's smooth fragrant shoulders trembled more and more, Gu Mohan, his appearance made her so reluctant.

"Here's this, to you. ”

Tang Mo'er lifted the dense comb-like feather Jie, and there was a delicate rose in her sight.

He gave her flowers.

"When I was driving just now, I saw someone selling on the street, so I bought one, and I remember the last time I gave you roses, you were very happy. He said.

Tang Mo'er slowly stretched out her little hand, and she took the rose into her little hand.

The roses scented into her mouth and nose.

Her wet eyes trembled, and her heart suddenly had a layer of honey.

Gu Mohan squatted on one knee, stretched out his big knobby palm to clasp her delicate ankle, and with a relaxed lift, the high heels were pulled out of the manhole cover.

Untied the crystal chain of the high heels, Gu Mohan held her snow-white little feet in his broad palm, and gently rubbed her broken ankles.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked in a low voice.

Tang Mo'er looked at him with teary eyes, his rough and warm fingertips gently swirled around her, and the crispy numb feeling was very comfortable, making several of her lustrous pink toes curl up.

She looked at him, her fine bangs covering his eyelids, and his face was warm.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. She whispered.

Gu Mohan stood up, stretched out his powerful arm to wrap around her slender waist and hugged her up, "Come up, I'll carry you." ”

The man's back is straight and broad, and the back line there is strong and smooth, so that people can't help but lean on it.

A man carries a woman, and that is a deep love from the inside out.

"Don't, I'll go by myself... Hey!"

Gu Mohan directly carried her up.

He held her hips steadily, let her lie on his shoulders with peace of mind, and the two crystal high heels were still in his hands, "Mo'er, I'll carry you around Yecheng on my back, will you forgive me?"

Tang Mo'er's tears that had just stopped fell "crackling" again, and she buried her little face in his neck.

"Mo'er, let's stop making trouble, just reconcile like this, okay? I think I'm going crazy to be tortured by you, I don't want to let go of your hand. ”

"Gu Mohan," Tang Mo'er choked in pain, "Actually, I don't want to die, but I don't want you to marry Lu Qi'er, what do you think I should do? ”