The sun was a little dazzling, I didn't dare to look at it directly, just glanced at it dimly, the figure was somewhat familiar, the silhouette was a little perfect, the face was a little gloomy, the eyes were a little sad, and the whole person was a little eclipsed.

I moved to the side, avoiding the glare of the sun, and only then did I see the man standing outside the door, and he was also looking at me, his eyes were not weak.

I looked at it for a moment, then turned around and continued to look for my phone, and saw that he seemed to be recovering well, and it should be fine.

Leng Mochen raised his feet and walked into the room, and asked lightly, "What are you looking for?"

I didn't answer, since I decided not to pay attention to it, then I don't care if I don't ask, don't answer, don't say!

"Are you here?" Leng Mochen was not angry and continued to ask.

Curiosity prompted me to look back at my phone! How could my phone end up in his hands? He wouldn't be so bored and deliberately came here to pick up my phone, right? Besides, he doesn't know if I lost my phone here. And what about him......

How would he know I was here? This place, except for Xu Hao, except for a few of our parties, no one should know, right? How did he only know? And, what is he here for?

I am reminded of what Xu Hao said, he said, horizontal is also death, vertical is also death, that is to say, he is also dead if he kills us, and if he doesn't kill us, he is also dead, so it seems that there is a person with super power behind him who controls him.

This person, is it Leng Mochen?

If it weren't for him, why would he be here today? How did he know here?

If it was him, did he really want me dead? Was he taking revenge for not saving him that day?

I don't understand, however, I don't want to either.

I walked up to him and smiled faintly: "I didn't die, you must be disappointed, right?"

Leng Mochen replied to me with a meager smile: "I didn't die, you are also disappointed, right?"

"yes, I'm really disappointed." It's him! It's really that he wants to kill me, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't be this reaction, just like when I misunderstood him and found someone to insult me, he was wronged, he would definitely be in a hurry to reason with me.

Leng Mochen's expression froze, and he was silent and did not speak.

"Give me back the phone." I reached for it, and he took it back at once, and my hand was empty.

"You give it back to me." I was unwilling, rushed up to grab it, Leng Mochen took two steps back, I pounced on him, he didn't seem to have any strength, his body was raised back, he grabbed my waist, I didn't have any defense, and fell to the ground with him.

I lay on him, there was no pain, and a muffled sound sounded in my ears, which should have been from Leng Mochen, and it must have hurt him when he fell on the hard ground.

"You ......" I wanted to ask, are you okay, but I didn't say it.

"Say." Leng Mochen seemed to know that I had something to say.

"Nope." I pushed him away to get up, he grabbed my hand hard, I pulled the car and didn't drive, I couldn't help but get anxious: "Let go of me."

Leng Mochen was inch in, his broad hand fell on the back of my head, and when he pressed hard, my head was pressed down, and it kissed him on the lips.

I looked at him with wide eyes, and he looked at me, and there was no wave in his breezy eyes, as if everything yesterday had not happened, and everything had not happened that day, and we were back to that night, the night when he helped me buy sanitary napkins and help me warm milk, and when I thought of these things, my heart was sour, and I forgot to push him away for a while.

Leng Mochen wrapped his arms around my neck, slowly closed his eyes, his hot lips rubbed against my lips, my brain was hot, I didn't know what to do for a while, and I didn't think about pushing him away.

It's just, why is he holding on to me? If it's just for sex, there are so many beautiful, smart, and charming women in the world, why did he choose me?

I remembered what he once said, he said, in this world, only I can arouse his sexual desire, so what is there in me that attracts him so much?

Aren't all women the same in the world? Why is it just me?

Is it really because of hate? There are so many women in the world, but he only hates me, so he hates me, and he possesses me again and again.

I came back from my trance and pushed Leng Mochen away hard, I wanted to get up, he grabbed me and didn't let go, I grabbed him and pulled him, he didn't let go.

"What the hell do you want?" Is enough enough? Have you had enough trouble? Aren't you tired? Don't you feel tired?

"Why don't you ask why? Don't you want to know why I did that? Leng Mochen looked at me, and there was a little more melancholy in his eyes.

"Reason? Is there any reason for this? Leave the so-called reasons to your own appreciation! "Didn't I ask? I seem to have asked, I asked him what's wrong, he told me to get out, how else do I ask? Am I going to hold him with a dead face?

"Don't push me." Leng Mochen's tone became extremely stiff.

"I just won't force you, and you won't let me go." He grabbed me and didn't let go, I lost my mind, and frantically tore on him, I don't know if I hit any sensitive place, his eyebrows jumped, and the strength in his hand suddenly became smaller, and I rolled over and got up from the ground.

The sticky feeling on my hand, I raised my hand to see that the palm of my hand was full of blood, I glanced at Leng Mochen, and landed on his abdomen, the white shirt was stained red with scarlet blood, it should have been the wound that he had not healed in the pulling just now.

Leng Mochen's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, he sat up from the ground, as if he didn't have the strength to stand up again, I wanted to step forward and pull him, but my feet stopped after taking a step, my nails pinched in the palms, there was a pain I reminded me not to care, don't care about anything.

Yes, don't care, don't care about anything, his business has nothing to do with me, his life or death has nothing to do with me, everything has nothing to do with me.