Bo Zeyu was even more angry! I can't wait to peel off a layer of her skin! Desperately trying to save him many times in order to win his trust, and colluding with Ruo Qianli to play a bitter trick, you are so ruthless to yourself, why don't you let that fire burn me to death!

His eyes were too hot, bright even in the dark.

Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't turn a blind eye, she had been praying that An Zhenghao had really understood the meaning in her eyes before Bo Zeyu came, but seeing Bo Zeyu's eyes at the moment, she couldn't wait to cut her with a thousand knives, it must be a bad thing.

The worst thing is that she doesn't know what An Zhenghao said, if she wants to explain, she has to be measured, if she says one more word, she may be doomed, and if she says less, she may be killed on the spot by Bo Zeyu.

Mu Xiaoxiao was in a dilemma, she could only lower her head and look at the back of her hand, without saying a word, and she didn't even dare to say anything.

The scorching gaze kept looking at her, and the temperature in the air dropped to zero.

Mu Xiaoxiao was like sitting on pins and needles, she thought about it and knelt in the middle of the carriage.

The vigorous Bo Zeyu was dumbfounded at first, and then before a burst of nostalgia surged in his heart, he swept away all the previous anger, and a low female voice came from his ear, shouting cautiously, "Prince, I was wrong." ”

Memories that came out of nowhere suddenly overlapped with her in front of them.

Mu Xiaoxiao, who was kneeling in Anfen, brewed some feelings, and shouted pitifully, "Prince, I was wrong." ”

She kept her head down, missing the wonderful and changeable expression of Bo Zeyu who was paralyzed at the moment.

After not getting a response for a long time, Mu Xiaoxiao tilted her head sideways and secretly glanced at him.

At the same time, Bo Zeyu spoke up, so frightened that Mu Xiaoxiao hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Who the hell are you?"

Déjà vu, it was something he had never felt before.

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't dare to raise his head, and could only analyze his meaning between the lines, and guessed uneasily, could it be that An Zhenghao told her identity?

Speaking of what?

She pursed her lips tightly, her kneeling legs began to tremble, "It doesn't matter who I am anymore. ”

Mu Xiaoxiao raised her head, intending to break the boat.

"So what's important?"

Bo Zeyu felt that he had become ridiculous.

Mu Xiaoxiao knelt and straightened her waist, like an empty valley orchid: "The important thing is, what do you want to know?" ”

He asked, and she replied.

He doesn't ask, she doesn't answer.

"Good!"

Bo Zeyu bent down, looked at Mu Xiaoxiao at eye level, grabbed her wrist, and scolded, "Why are you carrying me and Bo Hanyu Qingqing behind my back?" Why did you get involved with Ahn Jung-ho? ”

He gritted his teeth and dragged Mu Xiaoxiao in front of him, "Do you like me or not?" ”

"I don't like it."

Mu Xiaoxiao didn't hesitate at all, so far, I have lost so much for you, hum!

How could I possibly like you.

Her unhesitating answer made the anger in Bo Zeyu's eyes disappear, and the hand holding her gradually loosened.

The disappointment in his eyes deeply stung Mu Xiaoxiao's heart.

"I love you."

Mu Xiaoxiao's elegant and clean timbre broke the silence of the carriage, and she choked, "It's not that I like you, but I love you." ”

From the choking at the beginning to the irrepressible crying later, the tears could not be wiped away.

She once abandoned love for the sake of hate.

Now for the sake of hate, he admits love.

After all, the inner contradiction forced her to collapse, and she had no second choice but to leave.

"I am not to blame for the past."

Bo Zeyu shook his head for a moment, sat down on the ground from the cushion, hugged Mu Xiaoxiao in his arms, and smiled with satisfaction.