Chapter 141: An Empty Sorrow

Shen Yuan's breath faltered, he clearly knew that he wanted to know Ling Motang's answer, as for why he was so eager to know, he didn't want to delve into it anymore, it didn't make any sense. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Ling Motang was forced to ask by Qin Xue, took a step back, and took a step away from Shen Yuan, the expression on her face seemed to be smiling, but the misty peach blossom eyes were much clearer, as if she had thought of something, her peach blossom eyes bent, and her voice was sweet: "What can I do, if he likes me, then I like him." "Admit it, admit it, what's there.

Shen Yuan smiled.

Qin Xue took in Shen Yuan's smile.

The person who was originally cold and indifferent, and refused to even show his expression, actually smiled so gently just by listening to Ling Motang's words, damn it, if the god Zhuang owner had no feelings for Ling Motang, she wouldn't believe it. Therefore, Qin Xue decided to assist.

"You say it again, I didn't hear you." Qin Xue hooked her lips and smiled, Ling Motang was born free and easy, and his expression was free: "I said, Shen Yuan doesn't like me, I don't like him, if he likes me, then I like him." ā€

Speaking of this, Ling Motang felt that the whole person was refreshed, yes, to Shen Yuan, she felt like this.

If Shen Yuan is sincere to her, then she is willing to pay sincerely.

This is a fact, and there is nothing bad to admit.

Qin Xue's smile was very strange: "Senior nephew, I can only help you get here." She suddenly pushed Ling Motang with all her strength, Ling Motang staggered back two steps, her eyes were suspicious and exclaimed: "You ......" fell backwards into the arms of a person, Shen Yuan had already stretched out his left arm and took Ling Motang into his arms.

Seeing Shen Yuan holding Ling Motang, Qin Xue no longer cared about Ling Motang's colorful expression, and ran away happily with her skirt, the touch of goose yellow was extremely bright and vivid, like a butterfly that had found paradise.

Ling Motang turned his head, Shen Yuan took in the stunned look on the other party's face, what Ling Motang saw was Shen Yuan's pair of ancient phoenix eyes, and in an instant, the red spread from the root of his ears to his neck, his heart was pounding, and he forgot to break free from Shen Yuan's arms.

It was Shen Yuan who let go of Ling Motang first, even though Ling Motang made his body feel warm, he still let go.

"I-I-I!" Ling Motang began to stammer: "I just talked nonsense, don't take it seriously." ā€

"What did you say?" Shen Yuan asked knowingly.

Ling Motang scolded secretly in his heart: Sure enough, his belly is black, and his stomach is bad.

"Nothing, I didn't say anything." Since the other party is pretending to be stupid, then she will also pretend to be stupid, who is afraid of whom.

Shen Yuan's phoenix eyes blinked slightly, his straight eyelashes moved up and down, extremely sexy, and Ling Motang was a little envious of Shen Yuan's good skin.

"I'll go first." Ling Motang's face was hot, and she walked to the left, Shen Yuan blocked in front of Ling Motang, she went to the right, and Shen Yuan still blocked her way.

"Shen Yuan, what do you mean, look at my jokes?" Ling Motang was annoyed and angry, and pushed his palm towards Shen Yuan's shoulder, and Shen Yuan didn't move.

Ling Motang looked straight at Shen Yuan, rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his right hand, and his peach blossom eyes seemed to be overflowing, warm and tempting.

Shen Yuan has seen countless beautiful women, many of them have foxy eyes, there is no shortage of smart eyes, and many of them have pure and pitiful eyes, but they are not as good as Ling Motang's eyes.

They are also peach blossom eyes, but the light in their eyes is different, Ling Motang's eyes are clean and thorough, like a pool of shallow water that can see the bottom.

Shen Yuan's Adam's apple rolled, and his slender five fingers were attached to Ling Motang's eyes, and he could feel the other party's eyelashes moving up and down on his palm, a little itchy, but also very warm.

Ling Motang felt a sudden coldness in his eyes, took a step back, Shen Yuan took a step further, and lowered his hand from under Ling Motang's eyes.

"You are seducing me, this kind of action Shen Zhuang should not do well, otherwise people will only think that there is something between me and you." The curvature of Ling Motang's lips sank slightly, and his face was not the same smile as before, but very serious.

Shen Yuan's actions are nothing, he obviously listened to everything she said, but he pretended not to know, and made such an ambiguous move.

"I just want to know ......" Shen Yuan's voice was soft: "The temperature of your eyes." ā€

Ling Motang felt a pain in her heart, she suddenly resented her ancestors, what did she do to the Shen family, so that a person like Shen Yuan was always in the cold, and he was attacked by cold poison every day and night.

But Shen Yuan never said it, obviously it was very cold, but he was expressionless and didn't show anything. It's obviously painful, but he can't bear to let others notice, what kind of strong and proud person this is.

"I'm sorry." Ling Motang pursed his lips, and the small pear vortex was flattering: "I'll give you a hug." She opened her hand, she knew that she was the only one in this world who could make Shen Yuan feel the temperature and dispel the cold for Shen Yuan, and in doing so, she could at least repay a little debt to the Shen family for her ancestors.

Shen Yuan actually wanted to hug Ling Motang, but he still didn't move, he couldn't indulge in such a temperature, he lowered his phoenix eyes, and his expression was indifferent: "I don't like you." It seemed to be saying to Ling Motang, and it was also like saying to himself.

Shen Yuan's words were without warning, like cold water smashing his head and face on Ling Motang's body.

"Oh." Ling Motang withdrew his stiff arm and smiled deliberately: "Then I don't like you anymore." "There is no weight in the words of light and fluttering, of course, there is no sadness, and it is calm and chic.

"Farewell." Ling Motang and Shen Yuan were in a staggered manner, their steps were not slow or hurried, this result should have been expected a long time ago, in fact, there was no fuss, if Shen Yuan really said something like "I like you", she would be surprised.

Originally, I was lucky, but now I just recognize the reality.

Shen Yuan moved his steps and looked at Ling Motang's steady steps: I like it, it's just talking, right? Her steps are not disordered, and she can smile on her face, so she is not serious at all.

After stepping out of Shen Yuan's sight, Ling Motang ran like crazy, as if such a fast run could have the same rhythm as her fast-beating heart.

Tired of running, his hands on his knees, his face on the ground, gasping for breath, some warm liquid running through his eyelids.

If the heart does not move, it does not hurt. So, I'm already tempted.

What to say, let Shen Yuan fall in love with her first, and then he couldn't bear to take her life. What a bullshit idea, fuck !!

It's better now, but I tricked myself into it first. The people who watched the play were not moved, but the people who acted were emotional, which was ridiculous.

That's it.

Where there is no grass at the end of the world, why bother to love a flower. Since Shen Yuan didn't like her, then why did she make herself amorous and let Shen Yuan see the joke.

All she has to do now is how to strengthen herself, or focus less on the relationship between her children and daughters, why is Shen Yuan so good and so powerful?

Ling Motang felt that it was because he was ruthless, pure-hearted, and had few desires, and used all his heart on how to cultivate.