Mo Qingcheng saw her drooping her head and desperately shrinking to the head of the bed, her heart softened, and she said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, didn't I scare you." Then he said lightly: "I'm too fierce, I blame Xie Chen's kid, he was definitely infected by him." ”

The nerves that were warm and tense in her heart were loosened, and the future was still very long, and she didn't want to be sideways.

She looked up and looked at him with a pair of clear fox eyes, "I'm just too tired." A lot has happened today, Qingcheng, will you let me stay by myself? ”

"I don't speak," he never worried about her, trying to make himself look gentle and non-existent, with a hint of pleading in his tone, "I'm here with you." ”

Xinnuan knows his stubbornness, and hates his stubbornness.

But she looked at him trying to show goodwill, but her heart was as uncomfortable as a pinprick. A nobleman like him should have lived a noble and elegant life, why bother doing this for a woman.

She irritably reached out and smoothed her long hair, trying to keep herself calm, and finally had to compromise: "Then I'll go take a shower." ”

"I'll take you." Mo Qingcheng's expression softened, and he didn't wait for his heart to warm up, he stretched out his long arms, uncovered the quilt, and hugged her.

His arms were warm and thick, but at this moment it seemed to be full of sharp thorns, and the stings hurt her.

The soft body in his arms became more and more stiff, Mo Qingcheng looked down at the top of her hair, and finally opened the bathroom door quietly, walked in with her in his arms, and then put her on the sink.

He took a few steps and turned on the shower head of the bathtub, walked up to Xinnuan, and his slender fingers went around her to unzip her back.

She lowered her head, listened to the crisp and pleasant sound of water, and suddenly said, "Actually, it's not good here." ”

Mo Qingcheng's fingers paused, "Why?" ”

"Aunt Nila died here, killed by her husband's mistress, where people died, what's so good."

Mo Qingcheng's deep eyes shrank fiercely, he actually knew Nila's husband Johnny, and he also followed him here at the beginning, and he knew Xinxin.

In his memory, the two of them were very affectionate, and Johnny was even more grief-stricken because of Nila's death, gave up all his career and left Xia Kingdom, never coming back.

He also met Johnny by chance, who almost became a refugee, and he gave him the key to the house and asked him to hand it over to his heart.

He always thought that they were the most compatible and loving couple he had ever seen over the years.

Xinnuan looked up at Mo Qingcheng with an unbelievable expression, and a sneer was dyed on her red lips, "Uncle Johnny has always had other women, but he refuses to divorce Aunt Nila. Qingcheng, why do you say that men are so selfish, don't love it, and don't let go, why in the end? ”

"Is it to win the reputation of a good husband, or to show your fraternity?"

Mo Qingcheng listened to her cold tone, and his voice sank, "You...... Why didn't you say it all along? ”

At that time, she was only ten years old, and when she followed Pan Yue here, tragedy had already happened. As soon as she entered the house, she was covered by Pan Yue, turned around and stuffed it into the hands of the bodyguard, and was soon taken to the car.

Later, Pan Yue never let her come again, only saying that Aunt Nila was sick and died, and Uncle Johnny left Xia Kingdom.

It was only later that she happened to meet the maid who was at Nila's house and learned the truth of the matter.

At that time, she had already lost her child, and she was already disheartened, so naturally she would not mention it to him again.

This matter should be rotten in the stomach, but it was brought up by her at this sensitive and inappropriate juncture.

But since she mentioned it, she simply broke the jar, looked up at Mo Qingcheng and said, "What about you?" Would it be so selfish? "Don't love and don't let go? If you marry someone else, you won't let go?