The man's slender fingers flipped through the pages, and every time he turned it, his heart throbbed.

Each dish is the name of the dish he once said, some of which he really likes to eat, and some of which are just casually said to amuse her.

This stupid woman really wrote it down......

Mo Nanjue put the back of his hand against his forehead, a rare sense of panic welled up in his heart, he clenched the notebook in his palm, almost clenched into a ball, and leaned back with his long body.

As if something was pressed from behind, the man lowered his head and saw a bag on the sofa.

He took the bag and opened it, and inside was a ball of dark brown wool, with a half-finished product and a few rods and needles running across it, which looked like an unfinished scarf.

……

"Monan Jue, can I help you weave a scarf?"

"You're so stupid to weave?"

"I'll learn. ”

"You can learn to speak Nannan. ”

"I'm going to learn!"

"Ghost letter. ”

……

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, his eyes were extremely deep, and his dark eyes were staring at the unfinished scarf.

Luo Xiao walked in, he didn't change his shoes, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of a photo posted on the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

In the photo, Tong Ran held a big marshmallow and leaned on Mo Nanjue's shoulder, her little face was full of smiles, her little hands gestured to two, and the man had a cold handsome face, although she looked reluctant to take pictures, but it did not affect the beautiful warmth presented in this group photo.

The two leaned together, obviously matching to the extreme.

Luo Xiao's eyes sank, and without hesitation, he reached out and tore off the photo, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash basket on the side.

He walked into the living room, Mo Nanjue was holding a bag, Luo Xiao didn't speak, walked to the sofa on the side and sat down.

Leng Qing also followed.

Mo Nanjue clenched his palm, and put the scarf back on the sofa with a cherished movement.

Seeing this, Luo Xiao opened his mouth first, "Mo Nanjue, how do you know Xiao Ran and Xiao Ran?"

The man sneered, "Can't you afford a calendar?"

"You've only known each other for a few months. ”

"That's right," Monan Jue looked at him coldly, "This shows that love has nothing to do with time. ”

“……”

Luo Xiao didn't answer, but reached out and pulled a disc out of his pocket.

Leng Qing understood, took the disc and walked to the edge of the TV cabinet, and pressed the player after installing it.

Monan Jue looked up.

The huge LCD TV is very clear, and the picture flashes a few times, and it is a ward.

There is a beautiful woman lying on the hospital bed in the center, and the picture is obviously unprocessed, and all the people are clearly photographed.

It is the picture of Luo Xiao injecting Tong Dye with devilskiss.

The full length of the disc was only twenty minutes, and the clearest places were even deliberately magnified, including the needle tip dripping with crimson liquid piercing the skin of the back of the woman's neck, including the wrinkled and screaming of the child's little face in pain, including her struggle, her crying, and her shoulders curled up from the severe pain when she was poisoned......

The woman's whimpering voice like a small beast echoed in the living room again and again.

At the last moment of the picture, I happened to shoot Tong Ran's face, and I could clearly see that she bit her lip because of the pain, and there were blood beads on her white lips, blooming with bewitching beauty.

Leng Qing looked shocked, he didn't expect Luo Xiao to be ruthless...... He couldn't bear to look away, and didn't look again.

Mo Nanjue's fists clenched into fists, the click of his finger bones constricting penetrated into people's hearts, and the man's handsome face was shrouded in layers of dark clouds, and a little more sinking would be hell.