The dark and dreary night was like boundless thick ink painted in the sky, Xia Xingchen's hair was lifted by the breeze, fluttering in the air, she lay on the guardrail, spitting out all the filth that poured up her throat, very wolf.

After vomiting, Xia Xingchen's hand pressed against his chest and gasped, panting and saying to Mo Han, "You go, don't worry about me." I'm not going back with you. ”

Mo Han's thin lips were cold, "Miss, you've made enough trouble, now all you have to do is go home and go to sleep." When the one qiē just now didn't happen! ”

Xia Xingchen stood up suddenly, his eyes were deadly open, not letting the surging mist slide out of his eyes, and shouted, "You can't force me to go back with you, I don't want to go back!" No one else knows anything, don't you know anything either? How do you want me to look at him and Yun Ruoxi, how do you want me to be a qiē didn't happen! What the hell do you want me to do! Xia Xingchen's hand held on to the guardrail, and the wind blew her face like a blade, bringing her unprecedented pain, she covered her face with her other hand and cried uncontrollably.

Mo Han pursed his lips, "I'll ask the young master." ”

Mo Han only said two words, and a roar came from the phone, "She can die wherever she wants!" With a snap, the phone was hung up.

Xia Xingchen wiped away her tears, her cold voice was very loud, she also heard the words, and on her pale face, a sneering smile appeared disapprovingly on her bloodless lips, "Mo Han, let's go to Nantang." ”

Mo Han put the phone in the pocket of his suit and agreed coldly, he didn't have to worry about anything anymore, just nodded "um".

"You carry me." Xia Xingchen smiled and opened his hands to Mo Han.

Mo Han stared at her expressionlessly, turned around and squatted down, Xia Xingchen jumped up, hooked his neck, and lay on his back, "I'm fine." ”

Mo Han got up and walked forward after hearing her words, the warm yellow street lamp stretched his figure, reflected on the pavement of the overpass, Xia Xingchen's breath fell on his neck, warm and warm, with a slight smell of alcohol. He descended the stairs step by step.

Xia Xingchen looked up at the few lonely stars hanging in the sky, faintly shining, she smiled and sang, "Twinkle and twinkle, the sky is full of small stars, hanging in the sky and shining brightly, like many small eyes, twinkle and shiny, the sky is full of little stars..."