85_85368 How dare he!

How could he!

She always thought that even if the qiē in the past was not very good, there was always something to recall.

It turns out that this qiē is used from beginning to end!

She is a pawn used by Mu Jinghuan to blackmail Nian Quyang. Those things she thought were beautiful were all the weights he used to lure her into the bait!

The mobile phone rang frantically, and Xihe glanced at it and pressed it off expressionlessly.

The phone rang again, and every time I pressed it, it rang again, as if I was tired.

Xihe stretched out his hand and wanted to press it off, but he picked it up.

"Xihe, where are you—"

Mu Jinghuan's slightly anxious voice came from over there.

Will he still be in a hurry? Why is he in a hurry?

Xihe smiled mockingly: "Mu Jinghuan, just like I never knew you." You are with the woman you love, please do your best to sign our divorce agreement. ”

"Where are you?!" Mu Jinghuan's voice suppressed the love that was about to explode, and asked word by word.

"I'll wait for you at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow, if you don't come, I'll sue for divorce!" After saying this sentence very quickly, Xihe hung up the phone. She turned her phone to silent without looking, and then put it directly in her bag.

There were already some eyes around her from time to time, and she slowly stood up, ignoring her broken knee, and walked towards an outdoor café not far away.

The boss saw that she was thinly dressed and gave her a cup of hot chocolate, and Xihe held the hot chocolate and did not sit on the chair outside, but just shrunk and squatted in the corner.

The afternoon sun faintly dissipated, but the temperature was very cold, she tightened her clothes, and looked at the sky with red eyes.

The qiē here made her feel tired, if she didn't want to see the little girl again, she really wanted to leave the qiē here ruthlessly and escape from here.

She suddenly felt in her pocket, and there was a silver ring inside.

Originally, he wanted to return the thing to Mu Jinghuan by the way, but he didn't care about such a cheap thing. Nozomi held the ring tightly in the palm of her hand, and the strong, silver ring had a mark embedded in her palm.

On the other side, Mu Jinghuan, who came out of the bathroom, had a very ugly face.

He was holding the mobile phone, and his hand with water droplets was clenched tightly, and the raised green tendons were faintly visible, and then he suddenly wanted to get the clothes on the sofa, but Song Xincheng held his hand.

"Jing Huan, where are you going?" A trace of fear flashed in Song Xincheng's eyes, she bit her lower lip aggrievedly, and the neckline of the gauze long skirt that she didn't have time to gather turned slightly, and you could see the bright kiss marks on her neck and shoulder blade collarbone.

Mu Jinghuan was stunned, but in the next moment, his expression condensed slightly, and he looked straight at Song Xincheng: "Xincheng, I will be responsible for you." ”

Song Xincheng's face turned pale in an instant. The hand she was holding Mu Jinghuan's hand trembled slightly, as if in disbelief, but she pretended to be okay and laughed: "It's okay...... Last night, wasn't it just a one-night love between adult men and women...... Jing Huan, you ...... Don't be responsible for my ......"

She was obviously laughing, but her smile was so far-fetched that in the end, she couldn't even laugh anymore.

She withdrew the hand she had held Mu Jinghuan, her eyes were slightly red, and then she quickly turned around.

The second she turned around, Mu Jinghuan saw tears flowing down the corners of her eyes.

The anxious footsteps paused.

Song Xincheng is already his woman. He can remember the hot qiē just now and his own affection.

He just heard Xihe's complaints, why was he so anxious to find her?

To him, she's just a tool to use, isn't she? In order to deal with Nian Quyang, you don't need to feel sorry for the tool.

The temples beat suddenly, and the next second it seemed like it was about to burst.

Mu Jinghuan felt that his heart was becoming more and more strange. He forced himself to turn around and reached out to take Song Xincheng into his arms.

"Xincheng, I'm sorry, I just hurt you by what I just said. If I could, I would like you to hold me accountable to you for the rest of my life. He took a deep breath, letting go of the mixed thoughts in his mind at the moment.

Tears fell from the corners of Song Xincheng's eyes, and the pear blossoms on his face were raining: "Jing Huan, it's me who is wrong, it's me who has failed you for so long, and it makes you feel guilty about Xihe." But believe me, it's you who I love now......"

By the way, it could also be guilt.

But I don't know why, Mu Jinghuan's heart was still like a thorn, he opened his mouth, but he just said softly: "I believe you ......"

Song Xincheng, he couldn't believe it.

And then there was another burst of heat.

By the time all the qiē had stopped, it was already dark.

Mu Jinghuan leaned on the head of the bed, looking at the tired woman who had fallen asleep on the bed in the dim light.

Her hand was tightly gripping his, tight, as if she was afraid to leave as soon as she let go.

Feng Shui takes turns, in the past, he has always chased her, and at this moment, she is finally at ease to only be a little woman by her side.

Mu Jinghuan slowly lit a cigarette and let the smoke linger.

The choking smell made the sleeping woman writhe uneasily, and she murmured unconsciously: "Jing Huan, I love you......"

I know why, at this moment, he didn't have a feeling of satisfaction in his heart, but there seemed to be a big hole in his heart, which kept sucking him in.

He lifted the quilt a little irritably, and exerted a little force before letting go of the woman's hand.

Seeing that the woman did not wake up, he put on a coat and pushed open the door of the hotel.

He didn't see it, when he walked out of the door of the room, Huo Ran, a woman who had been sleeping all the time, opened a pair of eyes, and a trace of hatred flashed in those beautiful eyes.

Mu Jinghuan walked all the way out of the hotel and walked distraughtly towards the dance floor at the top of the mountain.

Tonight, there will be an artificial snowfall on the top of the mountain, kicking off the opening of the South Mountain Resort.

The hotel was not far from there, he only walked for a few minutes to get to his destination.

In order to prepare for this snowfall, many tourists came. The neon lights around him almost dazzled his eyes.

Suddenly, a slender figure burst into his sight.

She seemed to have drunk a little too much, her body was a little unsupportable, and she was lying slightly on the high table, on which there were several empty bottles, and at the moment, she was pouring a bottle of beer into her cup.

His eyes narrowed slightly, like a stone in his heart fell to the ground, Mu Jinghuan walked over in a few steps, and grabbed Xihe's hand that was pouring beer.

"Why did you drink so much!" His voice was full of displeasure.

Xihe's consciousness was already slightly blurred, she raised her head, saw Mu Jinghuan in a trance, and wanted to pull her hand away from him, but because of the unstable center of gravity, she almost fell down.

Mu Jinghuan suddenly helped her, took the wine bottle in her hand and put it beside her, frowning: "Are you still a woman?" ”

"You want to take care of me!"

Xihe's eyes were red, and she had obviously cried, she tilted her body and didn't let Mu Jinghuan touch her shoulder, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Mu Jinghuan, why is it me...... Belch...... Why is it me...... I don't know if I'm going to hurt like this......"

Mu Jinghuan's pupils shrank, and it was just obvious, and he felt his heart tighten suddenly.

Xihe struggled away from him, and staggered to the ground: "Don't you fake your kindness...... Mu Jinghuan...... I'm sorry for Nian Quyang...... I'm sorry for him, I don't owe you any more......"

Mu Jinghuan followed two steps forward.

The hand hanging at his side clenched tightly.

If Xihe could wait for him, when this qiē dust landed, he might ......

The mobile phone rang, Mu Jinghuan's face was a little ugly, but he still touched the phone.

Only then did he press the call button, and Song Xincheng's voice came from the other side.

"Jing Huan, where are you, my stomach hurts...... Yes...... My stomach hurts...... Jing Huan, you save me, I'm in so much pain......"

Mu Jinghuan's face changed, and he was about to stop moving forward, but he suddenly grabbed Xihe's hand, and the unusual temperature of her hand made his brows frown deeper: "You go back to the hotel with me first." ”

"You're going to go by yourself!" Nozomi shook off his hand heavily, stumbling forward.

Song Xincheng's voice in the mobile phone became weaker and weaker, Mu Jinghuan was ruthless, no longer looked at Xihe, turned around and ran towards the hotel.

Xi and the others walked forward, and not far away was an artificial forest, and there was no figure in the white snow.

Her head was so dizzy, and her front was full of overlapping shadows, and she couldn't see the way clearly, so she simply sat down.

The snow was cold, and the snow soaked into her clothes, and she shivered with cold. She finally reached for her phone and flipped through the call logs.

Seeing He Yue's number, she closed her eyes and pressed it straight.

After picking it up for a long time, she burst into tears.

"He Yue, what should I do, I feel like I'm going to die...... But if you are going to die, why do you keep thinking about Nian Xinyu's naughty ghost, and ...... The man ......"

[Sweetness is coming~ If you don't come again, you will be wasted~~~].