For several days, Xiang Qing was trapped in the best hospital in the city, she was not bored, but she was just surprised, why did the man who seemed to hate himself to the bone not leave an inch.

His expression was detached, but with a little unclear feeling, he sat quietly on the sofa in the middle, his slender legs folded, as if he were a noble son.

As for whether Mo Zixuan looked at herself or not, Xiang Qing was not sure, her body was very weak, and it was difficult to turn over, so she naturally didn't pay attention to that man anymore.

And Mo Zixuan was dressed in pure white casual clothes, just nestled on the big sofa, leisurely looking at the financial magazine in his hand, of course, he actually didn't read it, only he himself knew.

The deep black eyes casually looked at the lifeless woman on the hospital bed, her face was very pale, and she looked like she was very angry.

Even he didn't know what was wrong with him, shouldn't he hate her? Why, I left my job behind and came here.

But the woman in the bed ...... I don't seem to appreciate it.

What is hidden behind the well-behaved, how much Mo Zixuan wants to tear the mask off her face, even if she frowns.

Who says he is not contradictory? On the one hand, she hoped that Xiang Qing would be obedient, but on the other hand, he shamelessly found that he was no longer satisfied with Xiang Qing's pretending to be insincere, and wanted to see her different expressions.

Isn't it contradictory?

There was no irritability, and the slender hand snapped shut the thick magazine, and he got up suddenly, and his long body seemed to shake a little, and then, he rushed out of the door.

Xiang Qing was startled by this sudden movement, and when she turned around, she was the only one left in the room, but it was good, her heart also settled down.

When Mo Zixuan was here, her heart had always been unstable, I don't know why, maybe, they were naturally discordant?

She found that this man would not be easily seen through by herself in her life.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she slowly closed her sour eyes, probably because of the long mental tension, and after a while, she fell asleep.

The man was outside the door, quietly watching the woman in the room who was sleeping sweetly together, her slender and thick eyelashes drooping, and there was no sense of loss.

However, when I think about it, what am I missing? He couldn't figure out what he was doing so thanklessly.

A woman who once took care of herself in every possible way, but abandoned herself, once thought it was impossible, but loved a woman deeply, in the end, what should be done is good.

Rao is such a smart person as Mo Zixuan, and he can't figure out what his heart is pursuing.

"Zixuan, there's something I think I need to tell you." The phone rang, and when Mo Zixuan picked up the phone, Cheng Jiaming's voice came in.

"You say." Mo Zixuan's heart was already depressed, and when he heard his friend's heavy tone, it seemed that something was really going on.

"That person came to the imperial capital."

"Oh? Is it? The man smiled slightly, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, he was very uncomfortable, hated himself, and hated the existence of that person even more.

That person has taken away what he once regarded as the most cherished, but this time, what does he want to do?

"Do you want to strike first?" Cheng Jiaming had long known that maybe Mo Zixuan wouldn't take it seriously, but now he was fully invested in Xiang Qing's body, afraid that someone would steal it.

"Forget it, leave him alone." Isn't it best not to disturb each other? That person, after all, is just a stranger with a trace of blood relationship with him.

"Okay, so when are you coming back?"

"This ......" The big hand clenched the mobile phone, Mo Zixuan was silent for a long time, and when he saw Xiang Qing's little face sleeping very sweetly, he sighed lightly, "I hope it won't be long." ”

Xiang Qing, tell me, what should I do, will I feel better?

The man leaned against the snow-white wall, and he dismissed the man in black at the door, and sat on the white bench like that, staring at the door of the VIP ward in a daze.

His light could not be concealed at any time, and just sitting there attracted the sideways glances of countless people, but he didn't seem to care.

On the other side, Mo Xiao was very anxious recently, she couldn't find any traces of Mo Zixuan, and in the face of the child's loss again and again, she found that she was indeed an incompetent mother.

However, his heart has long been out of control.

Maybe it's obsession, maybe, it's not, for so many years, she has always thought that Mo Zixuan is her own, but when she saw Xiang Qing beside him, she suddenly felt that maybe she was just a dream.

But, what can she do now?

She couldn't forget Mo Zixuan, in the middle of the night, whenever she looked at the traces of self-harm on her body, thinking about Mo Zixuan's painful expression at that time, she took it as her own memory pervertedly.

She knew she was wrong, but maybe that love really belonged to her, right?

She is Mo Zixuan's first love, a memory that he can't erase in his life, not to mention, she still has Ning Ning, and she has the child who is related to him by blood.

Outside the Royal Primary School, Mo Xiao was dressed in red, she was very elegant, very beautiful, even standing in the crowd was very colorful, like ordinary mothers, she waited for Ning Ning to get out of school.

When the bell rang, when she picked up the child, her face suddenly changed color, because, that person, he appeared again.

Where did the child know anything, he called his father excitedly, and was about to pounce on him, but his red little face was happy, but the mother's white hands on his body grabbed him tightly.

"Mom, it's Dad, Dad came to see me."

"No, he's not your father."

"Mom, he's obviously here, it's Dad."

"I said, he's not!" Mo Xiao's hands were trembling, and she tightened her arms around Ning Ning like crazy, almost running away.

Ning Ning was frightened, his mother who was so elegant and beautiful in his impression would be so out of shape, he had never seen this kind of appearance.

The child curled up in the car, he looked at Mo Xiao's side face, and he felt a chill all over his body, his mother was afraid, but why should he be afraid of his father.

The little hand held the back of Mo Xiao's hand, and the child smiled, his eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon.

Mo Xiao looked at the familiar but unfamiliar facial features, tears fell, is it retribution? He doesn't know.

A few days later, Xiang Qing was discharged from the hospital, and when she saw the sun again, Xiang Qing's little hand unconsciously covered her forehead, it turned out that she was used to the darkness, and she was not used to seeing the sun.

Feeling the strength on his body, Xiang Qing's heart hurt slightly, and the fragrance of the man's body was full of the wings of his nose, he raised his head and saw his sharp and handsome chin.

Xiang Qing was picked up in the car by Mo Zixuan, she was very uncomfortable, but she was not uncomfortable, she should have refused, but what was going on?

Xiang Qing's nose was very sour, she couldn't resist the man's every move on her body, she should be well-behaved, right?

The man's handsome face has always been cold, he obviously feels the stalemate of the person in his arms, and his heart is naturally uncomfortable, what did his thoughtfulness get in exchange.

Xiang Qing, it's obviously you who are wrong, but why do you look like you are rejecting people thousands of miles away, what is it?

Thinking of this, the man's heart felt even more resentful, and he didn't even realize that he was so naïve, he let go of his hands, and threw Xiang Qing on the sofa in the back seat.

Of course, he did.

Xiang Qing felt a familiar fragrance, and then, her ass fell softly on the seat, she lowered her head, and could feel the anger on the man's body.

He seemed to be angry, but why?

Xiang Qing frowned inadvertently, she shrank aside with a strong sense of self, and stopped talking, of course, she couldn't speak.

What she didn't know was that it was her indifferent look that stung the man in front of her, he almost screamed and took off his black coat, but threw it at Xiang Qing's head with skill.

Xiang Qing didn't dare to move, buried her eyes and head in the dark, and only heard a cold voice in her ears, the word "drive".

Biting her lip, Xiang Qing resigned herself to fate, she knew that Mo Zixuan would probably not let her go easily in this life, so she should go wherever she went.

When the plane landed, Xiang Qing didn't expect that he would come to the imperial capital, a city that he loved and hated at the same time.

Being held by Mo Zixuan, she almost had no freedom, and she didn't have time to look at such a familiar scenery.

late at night

When Xiang Qing woke up from the dream again, she moved her body, only to find that the big hand on her waist had tightened a few points.

Under the soft light, the man seemed to be sleeping very deeply, and at that moment, Xiang Qing dared to look at him secretly, no exaggeration, although it could be regarded as two people who could not leave an inch, Xiang Qing did not dare to look at him again.

Because of what, this question, no one can answer, is it considered homesickness?

For Mo Zixuan, Xiang Qing wanted to hate, but she couldn't hate it, even if he hurt himself again and again.

The man in front of him has a face that everyone envies, and he has a dignity that ordinary people can't match, but for Xiang Qing, he is no one else, he is the young man who gave him hope and disappointment.

It's the man who has entangled himself with a youth.

Why can't you hate it? Because, you are Mo Zixuan, and it is precisely because you are Mo Zixuan, so Xiang Qing, who loves you so much, can't be hated.

So I'd rather forget than hate you.

But you're trapping me like this? Why? In the light, Xiang Qing stared sadly at the man's tired but handsome face, and repeatedly pondered the words that he didn't dare to say in his heart......