Leng's mother nodded, "I'm sorry for the painting, my godmother knows it's wrong, my godmother won't be like this again in the future, if you get angry, you can scold your godmother, don't blame Mochen, okay?" ”

Jing Hua looked at them with a big blow, "Godmother, I treat you as my own mother, I trust you so much, how can you use such a subordinate method on me, you let me down so much!" ”

Mother Leng's eyes were red, and she could only say sorry at a loss, she was stimulated yesterday!

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, she is Leng Mochen's mother, and she definitely hopes that her son can be happy!

Jing Hua looked at Leng Mochen, "You must be involved in this matter, right?" ”

Leng's mother hurriedly said, "No, painting, it has nothing to do with ink dust, it's all my idea!" ”

Leng Mochen looked at Jinghua expressionlessly, but in fact, he hung down at his side, and his clenched fists had begun to tremble.

He asked softly, "Paint, you don't believe me?" ”

Jing Hua's eyes were hot, "Believe you? In such a situation, how can you make me believe you? It's like when Maple sees me lying on your bed, will he believe me? Why don't you put yourself in my shoes! ”

"Mochen, I know I'm sorry for you, I can compensate in any way, but if I don't love you, I don't love you, I hope you can keep your open heart, don't engage in dark little actions, don't let your tall image in my heart collapse!"

As he spoke, Jing Hua's eyes lost their warmth, "Let me tell you Leng Mochen, from now on, we are no longer relatives, I will never be soft on you again, I hate you!" ”

After saying this, he no longer looked at Leng Mochen's reaction, Jing Hua directly snatched his clothes from Leng Mochen's hand, ran into the back room to quickly change them, and left directly.

Bang!

The door is shut!

Leng Mochen's strong composure, he couldn't hold back at all, he sat on his knees with a muffled snort, and even his nosebleed came out in pain!

"Mochen, Mochen, how can you bleed, a lot of blood, my son ......" Leng's mother was very scared, tears flowed, she helped Leng Mochen to sit down, comforted a few words, and hurried to call the emergency number!

Leng Mochen sat on the ground and felt that the temperature on his body was losing little by little, and at the same time.

What appeared in front of him was a picture of the scenery painting from childhood to adulthood, and every scene was so clearly imprinted in his mind, which was a precious treasure of his life.

Painting, I thought we would grow old, but then I realized that there were some things that were wrong from the beginning, and you never belonged to me!

Maybe the backlash you brought me is a lifetime of love, but painting, loving you is my life's mission, I can't get out, I can't go out again......

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When Leng's mother came back, Leng Mochen had already lost consciousness.

Just used up the last bit of strength, muttering slowly, "Don't tell Painting, don't let her find me, just let her hate me, hate me all the time, hate me, so that when I die, she won't be sad, don't look for her, don't look for her......"

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3 more, and 1 more, today's state is not good, just 4 more, tomorrow I will try to give you 8 more, 10 more, the recent plots are all paintings, Xia Xia still needs to wait for five or six days before writing, don't say it if you don't like the heroine, silently delete the text is, don't block me, thank you~