"Momo, why is that?" His voice bordered on hysteria.

"Because I don't love you. I've always hated you, I hate you for treating me like that, you make me sad, I make you sad, we don't owe each other anymore. ”

My chest hurt, and I was even breathing.

She wanted to end the conversation quickly, she was afraid that she would fall unsupportively.

A pair of warm and powerful hands stretched out behind her, pulling her into her arms, and she lost the sustenance of her center of gravity and could only lean on his arms.

And such an intimate posture fell in Leng Xiao's eyes, like a thunderclap in the flat ground, and he felt that the clear sky was instantly overcast.

No, it can't be, she must have a hard time, if she accepted her apology in the first place to avenge the harm she had done to her, then how to explain those warm and happy times.

She is understanding, considerate, gentle, and caring for herself, will that be pretending?

He said to himself in his heart, Leng Xiao, calm down, calm down, believe her.

"Momo, no matter what difficulties there are, I will bear them with you, so you don't have to be afraid, tell me, what are your difficulties?" Leng Xiao looked at her with sincere and warm eyes, expecting her to tell herself her grievances.

Qiu Mo avoided his dark eyes, leaned his head on Ye Zhen's arms, and said firmly: "No." ”

"No, you must, Momo, tell me." He said loudly, already feeling a little angry.

And Ye Zhen, who had not spoken, suddenly handed the gun in his hand to Qiu Mo at this time, and said with a smile: "Momo, if you don't love him, then use this to tell him." ”

Qiu Mo raised his head violently, seeing the glittering essence in his eyes and a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

She reached out almost tremblingly, and then took the gun in his hand.

This black pistol weighs only about a pound, but it weighs about a thousand pounds in the palm of your hand.

She looked at the gun in her hand, and couldn't understand what Ye Zhen meant, and if she wanted to really break off with him, she used this gun to shoot Leng Xiao.

Let her hurt him with her own hands, how can she do it?

The slender fingers tightly grasped the grip, and the cold metallic texture was transmitted to all parts of the body through the palm, this kind of thing she was very familiar with, she had been in contact with research since she was seven or eight years old, if Ye Zhen and Leng Xiao's disassembly and assembly speed was already very fast, then the record created by Qiu Mo at the beginning, no one could break it, but she was naturally afraid of this kind of thing, violence and blood were incompatible with her personality.

Qiu Mo felt that the palms of her hands were already wet and sticky, and she had to use two hands to hold the gun.

"Momo, tell him that you won't go with him, you don't love him at all." Ye Zhen held her hands and asked her to aim the gun in her hand at Leng Xiao in front of her.

"Autumn foam." Yan Tianluo, who had been standing behind Leng Xiao, suddenly rushed up: "What Leng Xiao is doing to you, don't you know?" ”

"Tianluo." His words were interrupted by Leng Xiao, and he reached out to block him.

Yan Tianluo stepped back indignantly, while Leng Xiao looked straight at Qiu Mo, his face was surprisingly calm.

Things have come to this point, and he also wants to confirm whether Qiu Mo really has a hard time, or if she has always liked Ye Zhen from beginning to end, even if he dies under her gun, then he can be a clear ghost.

Qiu Mo's hand holding the gun hung down weakly, and her hand was almost shrunk under the wide puff sleeves, and it could be seen that she was also engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

She knew that if this shot went down, she and Leng Xiao would really be finished.

I don't know how long it took, her hand that had been hidden under her sleeve trembled again, and then pointed at Leng Xiao with the black muzzle, her eyes were filled with water, almost blocking her vision, and her heart was filled with great pain, if it wasn't for the wide dress, you could see her trembling body.

Leng Xiao's shadow gradually blurred in her vision, and she blinked, trying to see his appearance clearly.

Write down his eyebrows and eyes over and over again, and silently recite his name over and over again.

And Leng Xiao's eyes are as dark as the sea at night, and the boundless tide brings bottomless despair.

He hadn't moved since just now, and he stood here with this body, waiting for her final choice.

It was so quiet that you could hear someone swallowing saliva.

This is a war about heroes and beauties, and this is a bond of love and non-love.

I'm afraid that no one can understand the mood of the three people present, and naturally they can't feel the heart-rending sourness.

Qiu Mo endured the knife wound on her chest, leveled her arm, her eyes fell into Leng Xiao's eyes, and the two were like two ropes entangled in the dark, getting tighter and tighter until they couldn't breathe.

"Momo, shoot." Ye Zhen saw the expressions of the two of them who seemed to be reluctant and dependent, and ordered in a deep voice.

Qiu Mo closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.

"Bang."

The huge recoil directly knocked her to the ground, the tiger's mouth with the gun was shattered, and the wound on her chest was also cracked due to the violent impulse, and blood suddenly oozed out of it, staining her snow-white skirt red.

"Momo." Ye Zhen nervously leaned down and took her into his arms.

Why the recoil of this gun is so great, this is simply not reasonable.

"Handkerchief." Qiu Mo pointed to a handkerchief wrapped around her wrist.

Ye Scar hurriedly untied it, and then covered her wound.

A lot of blood oozed from the cracked knife wound, which instantly stained the handkerchief red.

And Qiu Mo leaned weakly in his arms, his eyes looked at Leng Xiao opposite through the gap between his hair, and he was shot in the chest, but he didn't let the man fall, he just covered the wound with his hands, and his black and quiet eyes were like a lake poured into ink gradually became dark.

Blood flowed from between his hands, and it looked particularly scarlet and dazzling in the sun, and his gaze changed from the initial anticipation to the current despair, cold and painful.

"Leng Xiao." Yan Tianluo looked at him with a heartache and wanted to come over to help him, but he said sharply, "Don't come here." ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at Qiu Mo.

She was still that beautiful, but this beauty no longer belonged to him, she made a choice with this shot, and she finally chose to stay by Ye Zhen's side.

It's good, it's good, and it makes his heart die even more completely.

He slowly stepped back, obviously almost unsteady, but still stubbornly walking towards his car.

From here, his back is a little staggering and desolate.

Qiu Mo closed her eyes in pain, and just as he turned around, there was a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, just like his smile in that nightmare that night, which deeply stabbed her eyes.

She said in her heart, "I love you, Gugu." ”

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