He laughed at himself in his heart, he really lost to her completely, but he felt that this kind of failure made him proud even though he was defeated.

He is willing to lose to Xinnuan, just because she is Xinnuan, his only warmth in this world.

"My heart is warm," he suddenly took her hand, and his gentle, focused gaze contained a deep affection that could melt people, "I love you." ”

She looked at the eyes that were brighter and more beautiful than anything in the world, and those eyes only had herself, as if she could only accommodate herself, and her eyes instantly turned red.

The indescribable emotion and apology are like a tightrope, quickly tying herself up inside and out, unable to break free, and she doesn't want to break free.

It's better to sink like this, she willingly drowned in his tenderness, but the more this happens, the more a voice in her heart shouts loudly, don't! No!!

You're going to hurt him!

You're only going to hurt him!!

She choked back her gaze, staring blankly and indifferently at the glitz and glamour in front of her.

Mo Qingcheng saw that she didn't answer, and the loss that she had been holding back finally broke through the boundary and invaded.

He looked at her indifferent side face, her eyes were as thick as vinyl, and the nerves in her whole body became more and more tense, as if they would break at any time.

But he just grabbed her hand tightly, pressed all his emotions into his body, and held back.

He is definitely not a person who will wronged himself, and his temper is not good, she knows all this, so she will understand more that he is unique to herself, and this kind of good together will make her feel happy and proud, but now it will only make her feel guilty.

Both of them had their own thoughts and chose to remain silent, and neither of them broke the hard-won balance.

The supermarket arrived soon, and Mo Qingcheng grabbed the cart pulled by Xinnuan, followed the large army, and walked inside.

There are a lot of people in the supermarket, and everyone is accustomed to picking products on the shelves.

Mo Qingcheng turned aimlessly with the warmth of her heart, watching her take down the goods from time to time to look at them twice, then put them back, and casually put what she had seen on the shopping cart.

After turning around for a while, as soon as she turned around, she saw a half-full shopping cart, and she looked at Mo Qingcheng in surprise.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes were full of doubts when he saw her, thinking that he had done something wrong, and smiled at her a little crampedly.

Xinnuan looked at his tall body stiff slightly, and the handsome face under the short black hair was full of flattery, and inexplicably felt that he looked like some kind of large canine pet, and the contrast was very cute.

She couldn't help but purse her lips and smiled: "I don't know if these can be used, now it seems that most things are not needed." ”

"It's okay," Mo Qingcheng also smiled, "It's going to be used." ”

With a warm heart, he continued to walk forward.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when the two returned to the hotel, and they looked at Mo Qingcheng who put two big bags of things in the kitchen and said, "Just leave it to me next." ”

Mo Qingcheng didn't want to leave her, and said with a smile: "I can help you." ”

"Next time," Xinnuan shook her head, "I'll just come this time." She wanted to cook him a whole meal herself.

Although Mo Qingcheng didn't know her intentions, he still nodded, "Then you need to call me." With that, he put down his rolled up sleeves and turned to walk outside.

Xinnuan looked at his noble and gentlemanly back, thinking that he was really a perfect lover, such a man would be good to each other if he married, and whoever married such a man would be very happy.

Thinking of this, her heart was empty.

The corners of Xinnuan's mouth raised self-deprecatingly, Song Xinnuan, Song Xinnuan, now even you have to hate yourself, do you know.

Knowing, she silently thought in her heart, and compromised to herself: That's it, keep this trace of jealousy and regret, as long as he can live happily.