[Xiaomo, you haven't had this kind of experience before, you should get used to it. 】

Lian Lian is talking about the real world where Mo Xiaomo lives.

At that time, chasing that person was indeed thrown out countless times, but because she liked it, she was so happy.

"I'm used to being a fart, I haven't been seen before, but now everyone is watching, and I've lost all my face! Hey, I was really dizzy at the beginning, how could I agree to the ghost proposal of the North Hell! ”

Getting up and patting her buttocks, Mo Xiaomo sat on the bench opposite the company.

When he touched Bei Ying Jue just now, he pressed her arm hard, which meant that her material was still shallower, and she had to make a big move.

By noon, the person was a little drowsy, and Lian Lian suddenly reminded: [Xiaomo, the North Hells have come out. 】

Mo Xiaomo looked at it, Beiming not only came out, but also accompanied Qiu Su, who rubbed his waist all the way.

Although he knew that Qiu Su was hit on the waist, he had such an action, but others didn't know it, this action was too misunderstood.

The July sun was particularly poisonous, Mo Xiaomo was about to become dry, and at this moment, her entire lips were split due to lack of water.

But the North Soul Jue walked out with Qiu Su holding an umbrella, and this umbrella was still held by the North Darkness for Qiu Su.

The friendship of Qiu Su in the north can be seen clearly, and the people who hate Mo Xiaomo are the majority, but at this time, when they see the heartbroken Mo Xiaomo, and Mo Xiaomo, who is still embarrassed and helpless, they are a little unbearable.

After chasing the president for a whole year, it is actually sincere.

Mo Xiaomo stood up with her legs propped up, she shook unconsciously, she felt that she might be suffering from heat stroke, but the things that Beiming had explained had not been completed, and besides, she had been exposed to the sun for so long, and it would be a loss if she didn't do something.

Shaking her body, she lay down directly in front of the North Hell's car, and shouted with her last strength: "North Hell, since you don't like me, I don't want to live anymore." Let's drive, press over me! I can't dwell in your heart, so let me die at your hands. ”

These words seem to be quite charming, and Mo Xiaomo doesn't feel poetic.

If it weren't for the fact that her back was on fire, she would have to chant a few more words, maybe one day it would become a classic sentence of this face.

Bei Mingjue, who was about to get into the car, turned around and came to Mo Xiaomo, condescendingly, his particularly gloomy eyes burning with an uncertain flame: "Today I will take Qiu Su to see my father, and my wedding date with her will be set soon." ”

Mo Xiaomo's mouth opened slightly, and it took a while to come back to her senses, and she saw that the middle finger of the North Soul Jue was rhythmically buckled three times on the side of her leg, which meant that she didn't have to pretend anymore.

She braced her arms to get up, but dizzy and fell back with a thud.

Beiming clenched his fists tightly, and the struggle in his eyes was hidden behind his excessively long bangs.

After seeing the person he had to call coming, the palm of his finger print was finally loosened.

"Xiaoxi, listen to Mom, this man can't ask for it!" Zhou Xinlan ran too quickly, and her whole body was wet with sweat.

She wiped her face and quickly helped Mo Xiaomo up.

"Mom, why are you here?" Seeing the corners of Zhou Xinlan's eyes mixed with sweat and tears, Mo Xiaomo's nose was also sour.

The fragility of the moment made her particularly dependent on this kind mother.

"Mom, I'm so uncomfortable."

She was referring to physical illness, but Zhou Xinlan mistakenly thought it was psychological.

once learned that Qiu Muchi had deceived her, and she cut off that love without hesitation, but after all, she had really loved her, how could her heart not hurt?

So she deeply understands her daughter's pain.