Mo Nanjue crossed his hands and folded them behind his head, the problem was not that he wanted to kill, he was used to killing, but who he killed, he narrowed his eyes, "What, if you want to kill your father, you have to help you?"

Luo Xiao Meiyu calmed down, "As long as you do this, I will detoxify Xiao Ran." ”

Monan Jue leaned back, "What if I say no?"

Luo Xiao raised his chin slightly, "If you are willing to see her poisonous hair, you can say no." ”

"Are you really willing to do it?"

"Compared to this, I am even more reluctant to see her with you. ”

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth pulled away with a sneer, "I really didn't see that you eat people so hard." ”

"If you had let go, you wouldn't have had these things. ”

Monan Jue stood up, "This sentence is for yourself." ”

Seeing him step out, Luo Xiao also stood up, he swept the man's back, "You refuse to do it?"

Mo Nanjue walked to the balcony, he pushed open the window, the cold air outside poured in, he lit a cigarette, the smoke rings from his thin lips were like clouds, "Have you ever thought about how much Tong Ran would hate you if she knew these things one day?"

Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "I won't let her know." ”

"Paper can't hold fire, do you still need to say this?" Mo Nanjue held the cigarette between his fingers and drooped, and the ash shook to the ground, "She will know sooner or later." ”

"I don't believe you're going to take her life and sue her. ”

"Do you just believe that this is useful?" Mo Nanjue sneered, his slender legs folded, "Even if I don't tell her, she will definitely know." ”

Luo Xiao's eyebrows gathered into a haze, "You don't need to worry about this, you just say whether you can do this or not." ”

Monan Jue raised his eyebrows, "Are you giving me the right to choose?"

"I don't think you have a choice. ”

"What the fuck are you asking?"

“……”

"It's not me who is forcing you, it's you who is forcing her to hate you. ”

Luo Xiao pursed his lips and didn't speak again, Mo Nanjue turned around and looked out the window, the man was holding his elbow on the railing on the balcony, it was winter, and when it snowed, it was even more beautiful to look out of here, and it was white.

If Tong Ran was there, she would definitely laugh when she saw it.

Mo Nanjue turned her head sideways, as if she could see Tong Ran squatting on the side in a fluffy pajamas, she raised her little face, looked at herself with a smile, and smiled lightly at the corner of her mouth, she said, Mo Nanjue, can you hug me?

The man squinted his eyes, and the sorrow and affection in his eyes poured out, more trembling than the winter snow, and he slowly squatted down, and there was a rattan chair on the right side of the balcony, and the Ahri pillow in it was bought together when they went to the supermarket.

She said, Monan Jue, when you don't hold me, I will hold it.

Mo Nanjue's deep gaze fell on the pillow, he stretched out his hand, picked up the pillow and pinched it in his body and mind, the soft touch hit people's hearts, the man lowered his head and buried his handsome face.

He closed his eyes and inhaled hard from the tip of his nose, as if he could smell what she had left behind.

It makes him greedy for the beauty of despair.

Leng Qing stood in the living room and suddenly turned red when he saw this scene, he didn't look over, the affection in Mo Nanjue's eyes could not be hidden, it was hard for him to imagine that he could see such a look in a radiant man like him.

How much does he love child dyeing?

Time passed minute by minute, and Mo Nanjue maintained that posture until the cigarette between his fingertips burned to the end, and his fingers were suddenly burned by the cigarette butt, and the man shook his hand and stood up.