"Why did you lend me money, and why did your people call me sister-in-law, how scary I looked, and you should look elsewhere if you said it? Start with the first question. ”

The contradiction between the two is not resolved, and now asking people about this is obviously not a good choice.

Before entering the house, I thought about just returning the money, and the sent a good person card tactfully, trying not to pull emotionally.

As a result, people didn't look at her a few times, and she exploded, and his eyes really hurt people's self-esteem.

can only be a horizontal heart, stick to the end and adapt to the situation.

She is entangled here, and Yu Changmo is also entangled, no, he is difficult.

That confession was like a fish in my throat, but I couldn't speak, my heartbeat was so fast that I couldn't do it, and I felt a strong sense of syncope.

Seeing that he was not breathing well, his forehead was sweating, his hands were clenched into fists, and his brows condensed little by little.

He didn't react right.

A normal person should not react like this when facing this problem, if he likes her and wants to confess to her, it should be more nervous.

If he hated himself and faced her so aggressively, he should have been more disgusted.

Both of these reactions will have the kind of physiological changes he has now, and the standard for judging all this is-

Qian Mo looked at his eyes intently, and the key to deciding all this was the pupil.

In a state of terror, nervousness, anger, affection, etc., the pupils are dilated.

Shrinking when she was tired and annoyed, Qian Mo looked into his eyes, she was nervous, she couldn't accept that he hated her.

His eyes... Closed.

"Open your eyes and look at me." She commands, like a queen.

He stubbornly refuses to open his eyes, this is his last bottom line, and the last bit of dignity of a man with a serious heart disease.

"If you don't look at me, I'll never see you again." She instinctively felt that it was critical.

When the man who was still pretentious and principled a second ago heard her words, he opened his eyes instantly, and the last bit of dignity was not worth a word from his sweetheart, and he was sad for his powerless feelings.

The expression that happened within a quarter couldn't hide it from her.

The pupil is dilated.

She is a professional, and it shouldn't be strange and frightening to see his reaction.

The atmosphere froze here, as if it had been a century for so long, before he opened his thirsty mouth and said with difficulty.

"You go."

He didn't want her to see his abnormality, and he didn't want the woman he had liked for so long to think that he was a patient, and even though his heart disease was the only one that affected her, in the eyes of outsiders, his reaction must have been extremely cowardly.

Few people could understand the pain of mental illness, and he would rather hide in the distance alone than see the disgust in her eyes.

That would be his deadly poison.

Yu Changmo lay down, turned his back to her, and pulled the quilt over his head.

There will be no love for the rest of my life...

He deserved to be sick for the rest of his life.

His grandfather is the world's authority on psychiatry, and his mother is the No. 1 in criminal psychology in China, but so many powerful experts can't cure him, he is already a wasted person, and he can't give her happiness.

Without hearing the footsteps of leaving, he opened his eyes in confusion.

Shouldn't normal people leave quickly when they see such people who are similar to crazy people?

When I opened my eyes, I saw her face, she was so close, her hand was gently on his face, and her eyes were red.

"What's wrong with you? Who did anything to you? ”

How did he get a phobia? And it seems to be a phobia against women, which makes Qianmo unacceptable.

In her heart, he is so strong and capable, he is the best man in the world, but such an invincible existence, why is there such a fragile disease?

She got it! Her red eyes turned into pity for him, and it almost stung him more than disgust.

"You see, I'm a man with mental illness, yes, I'm sick, I can't control my liking for you, and I can't control the fear of approaching, you can go now, how far and as far as you go, don't let me see you, don't appear in my world, you go!"

The whole world is cold.

What is the meaning of life.

She is the only one in the world who can't have her, and she is so ashamed in front of her.

Being liked by a sick man may make her feel nauseous, uncomfortable, and unwell.

There seemed to be a look of disdain in her mind, after all, staying away from sick people is the reaction that every normal woman should have, what else does he not give up.

You shouldn't come, you shouldn't have the luxury of expecting.

It's good to hide and pay attention to her silently, why do you want to come over, why do you want to disgust her.

He just—

The man who has fallen into deep self-loathing uses the tip of the horn that he has never drilled in his life on her.

Without waiting for the expected reaction, he opened his eyes again, only to see her holding his hand, which was not unexpected.

In fact, Qian Mo in his previous life had never been so proactive.

She is always in a state of being protected by him and helped by him, passively bearing everything he gives, but this seemingly irreversible distance has changed after being reborn.

"Tell me who did it."

Beneath the calm voice, there was a huge smell of gunpowder.

Anyone who knows Qianmo should know that the calmer, gentler, and more peaceful she is, the more she is unhappy at this time.

And now, her unhappiness is about to break through the sky.

Who would dare to touch him?

Who is this person's surname, where does he live, how much does he earn, how many people are in the family, whether he has pets, where is the ancestral grave...

First destroy his people, cut off his wealth, separate his family, give away his pet cats and dogs, and finally change the feng shui of the ancestral tomb.

This is all a series of thoughts, after the injury, there is no forgiveness, and those who dare to touch him have to pay the price.

"It's none of your business." He was overwhelmed by her strange reaction, normal reaction, shouldn't it be disgust, disgusting or something, where did the little flame of hatred on her face come from?

She wasn't loud, but he could sense her upset.

"I'll ask again, who did it."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qian Mo directly pulled the chair, sat opposite him in a standard leader sitting posture, picked up an apple placed at the head of the bed, and peeled the apple unhurriedly.

Yu Changmo has never been afraid of anything in his life, except for the woman in front of him, he swallowed his saliva, and inexplicably felt that he was the apple in her hand.

"I once had a bad dream, that Lin Xiang made me unhappy, I cut him down."

Such violent words were said by her in such a gentle voice, coupled with the textbook-level apple peeling posture, which is quite a sense of violent aesthetics.

"I hate inkblots when I speak, I've asked twice, and again-"

The cold-glowing knife clicked and sank into the yellowed and fragrant flesh, and the juice splashed onto his hand, so cold that Yu Mo reflexively sat up straight.

"Say, who did it?" She is gentle and gentle, and the years are quiet.