However, Mo Kun is Mo Kun, his usual cultivation has long developed his own waves, even if such a turbulent sea is caused by his own blurting out, he just pretends to be nothing, look at Mu Xiaonuan, who has been stopped by his thunder, standing motionless in place, said.

"Aren't you going to help me? Don't you want to go? Want to go back? ”

The dark and deep eyes are full of angular coldness, and there is a dissolute smile on the handsome face at this time.

“······？” Fang Jingjing heard his words, and finally seemed to return to his soul, but his posture did not move, that is, his eyes rolled, and he looked at the man in front of him back and forth several times, wanting to confirm whether there was something wrong with his ears, or whether the man was still the man?

After confirming that he had a normal tone, and then looking at the trace of horror that he had never experienced at all, Mu Xiaonuan knew that he was thinking too much.

He has long been recognized as a cold-faced and cold-hearted person, even though he has an obsessive face and a noble identity, he has a terrifying calculation and invincible means.

Whether it is a friend, an opponent, or even a lover, as long as you offend him, you will definitely have an unforgettable experience or end.

How can such a person who is flocked to and avoided like a locust still have a heart?

What happened just now was just the punishment he wanted, the punishment he wanted, and it didn't matter if he offended him when he offended himself, it was already very good that he could be punished, it should be glory!!

After thinking about it carefully, Mu Xiaonuan was silent, smiled bitterly at his thoughts, and questioned his original decision, if it wasn't for his youth, if it wasn't for ignorance, I'm afraid he would never have had such an entanglement with him.

What is different from the clouds and mud is the current situation and future of their two extreme people.

Not to mention his annoyance, his anger, he doesn't know how to face it, just his identity, it's not something that a powerless little woman can imagine.

Not to mention his wisdom, his means, and his thinking.

Otherwise, why would he play such a childish and clumsy game as disappearance, not to mention that even if he had already played it, he didn't care, didn't pay attention, and didn't visit, as if he had never appeared.

Oh, yes, what is he, he wants to be his woman every day, and there has never been a shortage of women around him,

He is just an inconsequential person, a person who has not left a little shadow in his heart at all, how can he pay attention to it, how can he visit?

What's more, it's still a state like that, a scene? Maybe he never had the slightest memory of himself as a person.

Mu Xiaonuan, who had figured it out, pursed her lips, and a touch of firmness suddenly broke in her eyes.

Since I never thought about his giving, why would I be so compassionate?

I have never been a person who is willing to compromise and seek perfection, and more than ten years of compromise and perfection have been my bottom line, if in the years to come, I still have to live with compromise, so what does it mean?

It's better to live like now, comfortable and comfortable, and you can't question the blandness you have always wanted because of his appearance!

"What are you thinking? Why this expression? Mo Kun has been looking at the woman in his arms, seeing the change in her face, she is inexplicably a little nervous, the corners of her lips are in a straight line, and there is a kind of distress in her dark eyes, a kind of missing, very painful, very painful,

I don't know why, I always feel as if I'm missing something, although it's very light, it's weak, like a cloud of smoke, but it makes me always have an inexplicable heartache, and I want to hold on to something, even if it's just a little bit.

"Nothing, let's go." After figuring it out, Mu Xiaonuan seemed to have unloaded a big stone, regained his cold momentum with relief, and replied in a detached tone.

Mo Kun couldn't understand why she didn't have the feeling she had just now for a moment, even if she was through the thin clothes, she couldn't feel half of her warmth, only the cold as frost was slowly eating herself,

Was it because of my own impulse? Or is it because of impulsive punishment?