He kept a calm face, unhurriedly picked up the napkin at hand and wiped the glass ballast stuck to his hand, and said as calmly as possible: "It's good for people to be kind, but there must be a degree, otherwise it's stupid and stupid." ”

Xinnuan looked at everything that happened silently, probably because she had used all kinds of self-harm and self-abuse methods in her previous life, looking at him, just like he looked at himself in the previous life, he had long been accustomed to it.

She got up, picked up the napkin in front of her, walked to his side, gently shook his injured hand, carefully cleaned out the small glass ballast, looked at the bloody palm, and wrapped the napkin.

"I've never dared to ask you, if what really happened to me and him that time, would you still want me?"

He was stunned, as if he didn't expect her to ask this, and as if he had never thought about this question before, so that he was speechless for a while.

Xinnuan looked up and looked at him stunned, his whole face melted into the sun, which seemed a little blurry and unreal.

She breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and then smiled lightly, "So, there is no point in pursuing the past, we should all look forward." ”

He only felt that her laughter made him more uncomfortable than crying, but if he said anything, he couldn't say anything, and the whole person was uncomfortable.

Xinnuan gently let go of his hand, sat back in his seat, picked up the chopsticks, and ate one bite at a time.

Mo Qingcheng looked at her burying her head in pain, and just as she wanted to speak, she heard the sound of a helicopter circling outside the window, and he looked down at his watch, knowing that the time was up.

"I can only spare six hours to see you." Mo Qingcheng said and got up.

Xinnuan looked up at him, obviously nothing, but his nose was sour, and his eyes were red.

He leaned over, held her face, caressed her eyes with his fingers pityingly, and kissed her forehead affectionately, "No if." He muttered, "If there is, I still want you." Nuan, I just want you! ”

She subconsciously wanted to reach out to hug him, but she desperately controlled it.

Knowing that time was running out, he let go of her cheek and said, "I'm leaving, and I guess I won't be back for a while." You'll wait for me to come back, won't you? ”

His handsome face was full of affection and seriousness, and a pair of blue eyes looked at him fixedly, and it was all himself.

Heartwarming, almost instinctively, hummed.

He only felt that a large stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, and he was completely relieved, showed a bright smile, and said softly: "I won't stop you from meeting Pan Sheng." But Ah Nuan, you have to understand, I really don't like you to meet. ”

Mo Qingcheng walked to the window, opened the window, took the rope thrown in by the assistant, held the rope with both hands and wrapped it twice, looked back at his heart, "Wait for me!" I will definitely marry you in style. ”

He smiled confidently, the wind blew his clothes, and the whole person was bathed in the sun, and his upward blue eyes were like the sparkling sea in the sun, charming and deep.

Growing up together since childhood, she has seen it for so many years, and she should have been immune to his face a long time ago, but every time she saw him, she felt like she was seeing him for the first time, and she couldn't help herself.

She subconsciously covered her heart, watched him hold the rope neatly and handsomely, and was quickly pulled onto the helicopter and disappeared in front of her.

As time passed, the light in her eyes slowly faded, and her smile narrowed.

She picked up the chopsticks again, picked up the already cold dish, and stuffed it into her mouth expressionlessly, until she couldn't chew it anymore.

Suddenly, a teardrop dripped from his eye. She stretched out the back of her hand to wipe her tears, and then remembered the document Tang Suya gave her yesterday.

My heart warmed up, and I hurriedly entered the bedroom and took out the folder from my bag.

Her expression became more and more solemn, until finally, her face was gray, she held the thin pieces of paper between her fingers tightly, and her throat seemed to grow dense sharp thorns, and her breathing became more and more painful.

No wonder the Mo family in the previous life was so opposed! No wonder! No wonder!!

The piece of paper slipped weakly from between her hands, and she collapsed on the ground, like a human being who had been sucked off by a monster for a while, and her body quickly dried up, becoming more and more obvious under the shroud of sunlight.

She covered her face with her hands and slowly cried.