upstairs

Mo Zixuan didn't know which room Jian Junxi lived in, so he knocked on the door of each room until he knocked on Jian Junxi's door.

Jian Junxi thought it was Lin Yiyi, and when he opened the door and saw that it was him, his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't plan to invite him into the room, so he asked expressionlessly, "Mr. Mo, what's the matter?" ”

"Junhee, I'm sorry!" Mo Zixuan opened his mouth with a guilty expression, especially when he saw her strange and alienated gaze, his heart seemed to have a sharp knife suddenly swept by, and it hurt very much.

"You're not sorry for me, you don't have to apologize......" The cold words were like a cold wind.

Mo Zixuan's heart felt as if he had been pressed against a huge stone, and he choked up: "Junxi, I know that you yourself are actually very difficult, my father doesn't understand anything......

Jian Junxi's ink eyes flashed with an indescribable complexity, and he interrupted coldly: "Did I say 'it's okay', and you are willing to let it go?" ”

"I ......" Mo Zixuan wanted to speak and stopped.

He was so flustered that he didn't know where to put it, his father's words were still in his ears, and every word was like a knife, how could it be a word of sorry that could make up for the damage.

"I made it very clear to you that day that your father was right, that I am the kind of person he said I was, if you don't know you well enough

Doesn't blowing up the police station give you a clear idea of me? Mo Zixuan, I, Jian Junxi, killed people and became demons, violent and wanton, and my world was killed.

Whoever dares to annoy me and stop me, they all have to die, the Tao is not the same, in the future, please don't come to me again, just when we have never met! ”

Jian Junxi's voice was ruthless, and every word and sword made Mo Zixuan feel very painful even breathing.

He doesn't know why? In the bottom of my heart, there was a voice telling me that I must not lose him, even if it was just a very ordinary friend.

When she turned around to enter the room, Mo Zixuan suddenly grabbed her slender arm.

He said in a dumb voice: "Junxi, can you not be like this, I really want to be good friends with you, I know my father's words are very hurtful, but he doesn't represent me!" ”

Jian Junxi shook off his hand vigorously, his deep eyes were cold and detached, and his expression was slightly impatient: "Please also ask Mr. Mo to respect himself, I hate others pestering me the most."

What does it look like for two men to pull and pull like this, and besides, I'll say it one last time, and your father is not wrong in what he said.

I was the rumored "Grim Reaper" in Kyoto, I was the one who forced Ling Guodong to death, and I was the one who bombed the police station.

Because you look like a friend of mine in the past, I want to associate with you, because I think too simply, and besides, you are not my friend.

So, don't force me again, I can carry the boat, I can also capsize the boat, if you bother me again, I promise to make the Mi family the next Ling family! ”

The relentless sound of "bang ......" brought a ruthless gust of wind, making Mo Zixuan feel as if he had been invaded by the cold wind, and instantly fell into the 10,000-year-old ice cellar, surrounded by only darkness and biting cold.

The dark eyes contain sentimentality, and the heart in the chest seems to be torn apart, and tears of pain roll in the eyes, like a sad man who has been hurt by his lover.

After Jian Junxi closed the door, his heart was also torn apart by a fierce beast, and the pain hit little by little, slowly, more and more painfully

Leaning against the white door with her back, her body slid to the ground a little bit, her dark eyes overflowing with sadness, she still hurt the person he didn't want to hurt the most after all.

Although Mo Chen's insults were like blades, every sentence made her heart like a knife, but it also woke her up.

(End of chapter)