An Ran looked at Sima Jin's painful appearance, and the hands at his side clenched into fists, "Lord Wang, if you continue to stay here, you will only continue to add to the pain." I remembered that Sima Jin had just said sadly that she had said a few times to let him leave, and the second half of the sentence was swallowed back into his stomach by An Ran.

"I don't believe it, it's still that sentence, I don't believe it! Whether you are Baili Anran or Dong Anran, you are my Sima Jin's wife, my Sima Jin's person in life, and my Sima Jin's ghost in death!"

Sima Jin's eyes were red, tears were contained in his eyes, and his voice was full of pain, staring at An Ran, "Ran'er, if you have to be like this, you can feel better, I am willing." You can not forgive me, you can hate me, but, please, please, don't block my way to you, okay? ”

Because of his anxiety, the cough became more severe, and Sima Jin knelt in the middle of the snow, his body depressed, his cheeks red from the wind. The wind was watching from the side, but he couldn't help himself.

An Ran's heart ached, and she turned around, she didn't want to soften her heart, so she slowly closed her eyes with a cold face, "Sima Jin, give up." Yours died in that fire. If you want to keep clinging like this, then keep kneeling. ”

Putting down this sentence, he entered the room in front of him safely.

When the door closed, An Ran's body softened, and he slowly sat on the cold ground against the wooden door, his face already covered with tears. How could he, how could he come to ask for his forgiveness after so many things had happened? How could he still appear in front of him, love her all the time, and feel sarcastic in her ears.

Does he think he's a guy who comes and goes?

Murong walked in through the small door at the back, and what he saw was the scene in front of him, accompanied by An Ran, who was a little lost and depressed, leaning against the door.

Stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on her face, and her expression was a little complicated, "Sad? Reluctant? If so, reluctant, let him in." Looking at him like that, he must have a fever. This year, I have also heard about what he has done for you, and the merits are worth it, so start again. ”

With tears in his eyes, An Ran raised his eyelids and looked at Murong, "The merits and demerits are offset and start again?" Hehe, these words are so simple to say, but when the mirror is broken and reunited, there is always a crack. I'll never forget his attitude toward me. Murong, you don't understand, it's cold to the heart. It was a desperate situation with no way to survive. ”

"Death is not terrible, and torture is okay. The most terrifying thing is the hard and fatal blow that the person you love the most. ”

An Ran buried his face in the palm of his hand, Murong looked at her trembling shoulders, hugged her and whispered comfort, "If you can't get over this hurdle, then let's punish him well, how about eliminating this evil breath?"

"Huh?" An Ran was stunned, not knowing how to take this sentence.

"Look at you, this stupid!" Murong nodded a few times on An Ran's forehead, rolled his eyes, and sighed, "I see you, it's not torturing and punishing him, but torturing yourself." I just said that I would punish again, and you couldn't bear it?!" raised his eyebrows, patted the snowflakes on his body, and stood up, "Look at me, hum, I don't have such a bad breath!"

An Ran looked at Murong's figure, as if she saw an old fox behind him with a swinging tail, almost upturned to the sky, heh, suddenly reminded her of a word, fox fake tiger might.

"Eh, I said, if you still refuse to leave, why don't you go drinking with me!" Murong snapped in his heart, grinding his teeth, and his eyes showed a hint of essence.

"Murong Gongzi, my prince has not eaten yet, and it is freezing this day, his body is not good, he has a fever, and he can't drink alcohol. ”

Seeing Murong's intentions, Feng stiffened his head and stepped forward to block the middle of the two. Murong rolled his eyes and pointed his index finger on Feng's chest, "Hey, in that case, then let my junior sister not come out to see someone again." He pouted, looking very aggrieved and innocent.

"I drink. As soon as he heard Enron, Sima didn't think about it, and immediately agreed.

"Okay, refreshed! Today, if you don't get drunk, you won't return!" "Hmph, little look, he has been soaking in the jars of good wine in the backyard for a long time, and he doesn't know how many good ingredients he put in it, today, if you don't drink to death, you will count it as mine!" Murong raised his head and took the lead in entering the house.

When the wind helped Sima Jin into the house, An Ran was no longer in front, and he probably hid in the back. Thinking of this, Sima Jin felt a sense of loss in her heart, she didn't want to see herself.

"Come, I'll have one cup, you have three bowls. Murong held a wine jar and put a small wine cup and a large bowl on the table.

"Mu, Murong Gongzi, this, this rule?" The wind is a little embarrassed, is this not clear that he wants to pit his own prince? This person is too despicable.

"Shout, wind, don't think you are thinking I don't know, what about me, this is not called despicable and shameless, I am just helping my junior sister get back a little bit of interest, if your high-ranking prince is unwilling, then, get out!" Murong made a gesture of please, and looked at Sima Jin sarcastically, "Don't get out yet!"

"You!" Feng was choked by Murong's attitude, you said a word, and the words behind him couldn't be spoken. Sima Jin didn't bother with the two of them, he just lifted the lid of the wine jar, hugged the wine jar and drank it, since it was the interest of punishment, how could he not do it? Whether this was Enron or not, he was willing.

"Lord Wang!" the wind snorted, "Lord Wang, you still have a fever, and your body is important." ”

"Shut up!" With a low roar, Sima Jin continued to drink, his stomach burning in a panic, and he rolled up and down violently.

"Vomit, vomit!" He slammed the jar on the table, and lay on the floor vomiting uncomfortably, with a faint streak of blood in the vomit.

"Lord Wang!"

wiped the corners of his mouth, with an indifferent look, "Murong, is she here?"

"What, you still want to be sympathetic?!" his eyes widened, although he felt that he had done too much, but this was nothing compared to the things he had done before, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

"No, I just, I didn't want her to know. Sima Jin grinned, "Murong, even if you are her senior brother, but I am her husband, and I used to be the closest to her, and I know very well what her temperament is." Murong, if it is, you don't want her to know that you said such things to me privately, so don't tell her, otherwise, it will be difficult to guarantee that she will not retaliate against you in the future. ”

"You!" Murong laughed angrily at Sima Jin's words, "You are really shameless, Sima Jin, your cheeks have always been so thick-skinned, do you know that An Ran? Do you think that she will feel sorry for you if you tell her? You will really put gold on your face!"

Looking at Murong Fried, Sima Jin ignored him, and just tore away the wind to block his arm, "Go down." ”

"Lord Wang. ”

"This king said, go down, don't you understand?" His expression suddenly changed, and his whole body exuded anger, "This king doesn't want to repeat it a second time." ”

"Yes. ”

"Tsk, this shelf is really stinky, it's smelly enough!" Murong rolled his eyelids, "I really don't know what's good about this guy of yours?"

Murong sat opposite Sima Jin and watched him drink, drank and vomited, and scolded his mother in his heart, this kid really ruined his good wine in vain.

"This is a question, this king remembers, you also asked her at the beginning. ”

"Hmph, she was blind at the time!"

"Where do you say I am good, Murong, in her heart, I am not good anywhere, but the person she loves is me. That's all there is to it. ”

"Who gave you the confidence!An Ran still hates you now, do you think she can forgive you for all the things you did?" Murong was so angry that he knocked on the table and stood up, talking to Sima Jin, he would really be tired to death, such a narcissistic megalomaniac, he really wanted to slap him to death.

"Murong, I have the best memories with her, as long as I get it back. ”

"You think too much, An Ran only remembers the memory of your abuse of her now, those shit is beautiful, you can remember it alone. The more he talked, the more annoyed he became, and Murong felt that he couldn't communicate with Sima Jin.

"We still have children. Sima Jin was still drinking slowly, but when he said this, his eyes flickered.

"Child, what's wrong with having a child, do you think An Ran can't afford to raise a child alone? Or do you want to snatch the child away again? Sima Jin, you bastard! The child is An Ran's life, she worked hard to give birth to the child, Sima Jin, you can't hurt her again!"

Murong angrily grabbed Sima Jin's collar on his chest and yelled at him.

"Murong, thank you for taking care of her for so long, in the future, there will be me. Slowly brushed Murong's hand away and grinned slightly, "Thank you for telling me the truth." ”

Murong was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had fallen for Sima Jin, "You! Sima Jin, you dare to trick me!"

"If you don't cheat you, how can I know that An Ran made up this lie because he didn't want to see me. Although he knew the truth, Sima Jin couldn't be happy anyway. He can take his time, though. He had the rest of his life to slowly get her heart back.

Because he was cheated by Sima Jin, Murong felt a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to face An Ran, so he quickly ran away. Thinking about how to rectify people, it's better now, I slipped away first.

"Lord Wang, you have drunk too much, or, in moderation. ”

"Ahem, ahem. Sima Jin coughed violently, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were misty, obviously there was enough material in this wine. "I didn't, I, I'm going to keep drinking. Ran'er, as long as Ran'er is willing to forgive me, even if I drink to death, it doesn't matter. As he spoke, Sima Jin took two more sips of wine. ()

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