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"No need to ......"

Mo Jiyan wanted to say the word 'no', but found that his voice was so hoarse that he had no strength. （..) .T.

He watched Chu Weiwei's back slowly walk away, and finally melted into the night.

He was no longer powerless to chase her, no longer powerless to redeem anything.

Wrong is wrong, the calm in her eyes made his heart feel so distressed that he softened.

Mo Jiyan wanted to leave the place that had stimulated him the most in his life, but he didn't want to leave.

The whole body is weak, I don't know if I don't have the strength, or I can't stand such a blow for a while.

When he dragged his body back to the car with difficulty, his whole body was as if he had fought a battle, tired and weak.

Mo Jiyan sat in the car for a long time, until he saw Chu Weiwei and Ji Wenshu come back again.

She still had a sweet, delightful smile on her face, as if nothing had happened just now.

A heart of Mo Jiyan sank and sank.

Seeing her and Ji Wenshu entering the community talking and laughing, he clenched his fists several times to stop her.

But remembering what she just said, the whole person instantly looked like a deflated ball.

It wasn't until Chu Weiwei's figure disappeared that he got out of the car again.

Looking up at the small, brightly lit window, he remembered that a long time ago, he and Chu Weiwei would go home once a week.

Before they got married, Chu Weiwei was already pregnant.

endured it for ten months, and finally waited for her to give birth to Xiao Moyue.

Because Chu Weiwei's mother was really worried, she took Chu Weiwei home for confinement.

During that time, he also lived in the Chu family.

In Chu Weiwei's small bedroom, he was lying next to her and the child.

Many times, he couldn't help it, and devoured her on the spot.

In four years, how much sweetness has been carried between them in that house.

And now, he doesn't even have the qualifications to set foot there.

I don't know how long it took, the night was as thick as the sea, and Mo Jiyan was still in the car.

He stared at his phone and edited a text message to go out.

"Weiwei, come out and talk to me, okay?"

After a long time, so long that Mo Jiyan thought that Chu Weiwei should have fallen asleep, the mobile phone screen suddenly lit up.

"Mo Jiyan, let's not meet again in the future."

Mo Jiyan's mood was terrible, he didn't want to talk, he didn't want to do anything, his heart was empty, as if he had been hollowed out by sharp claws.

She replied so mercilessly that he couldn't say a word of his redemption.

But this was far from enough, and next, Chu Weiwei's words made him collapse even more.

"Xiaoyue is yours, don't come to me again, I'll change all the ways, if you don't think it's enough...... I'm going to move out of here, we're all dead and let's live our lives. ”

“…… Live a good life? Mo Jiyan repeated, his throat hurting, and his voice was hoarse.

It's over.

At this moment, in his mind, in his heart, there are only these three words.

He and Chu Weiwei were finished, and he couldn't find her anymore.

The cold wind poured in through the window, making him shiver all over.

He had thought of countless ways to stimulate her, he wanted her to hurt, he thought that as long as she hurt, he would be happy, but he never imagined what it would be like if one day she was really gone.

For example, now, he doesn't feel victory, he doesn't feel happy, he doesn't feel the pleasure of revenge, and his impatience and loss make his mind go blank.

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