Xiang Schumann returned to the small house she rented, while Wang Jing returned to her own home, her parents are teachers and have a house in Yuncheng County, so she doesn't have to rent a house outside like Xiang Shuman. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wang Jing walked to the door of the house, picked up the key and inserted it indiscriminately, and did not open the door after some fiddling, so he sat directly at the door, holding his head with both hands, sobbing softly, and finally the more he cried, the more sad he became, and he actually cried loudly.

"Key, even you are against me, you big scoundrel, you idiot, make me so sad, woo woo ......"

The door opened, this was a woman in her forties, Wang Jing's appearance was somewhat similar to her, this was a beautiful woman, she was Wang Jing's mother, Teacher Xia Yuan.

"You...... Is it Jing'er? What's wrong with you? Why did you sit on the ground?" Wang Jing's mother looked down and saw her daughter squatting on the ground alone, and hurriedly squatted down.

"Mom! I'm so uncomfortable...... My heart hurts...... Woo woo......" Wang Jing raised her head, her eyes full of tears, as if she had found a harbor.

"Jing'er, what's wrong?" Xia Yuan hugged her daughter and asked about the smell of wine on her daughter's body, she didn't blame Wang Jing, but hugged Wang Jing in her arms and patted her back gently, "Don't cry, you still have a mother." ”

As a kindergarten teacher, Xia Yuan is very considerate, and when she saw her daughter crying so sadly, she didn't have to guess that her daughter was sad because of the love between men and women.

"Let's go, let's go into the house, your dad is in the computer room, don't make a noise about him, let's go to your room and talk to mom slowly!" Xia Yuan helped Wang Jing, and the two quietly entered Wang Jing's boudoir.

Don't look at Wang Jing's usual grin, but the boudoir is very cartoonish, and there is a big cartoon on the wall, which is an image of Mickey Mouse fishing on the beach.

After closing the door, Xia Yuan also sat on the side of Wang Jing's bed, picked up a tissue and wiped Wang Jing's tears.

"Mom!" Wang Jing threw herself into her mother's arms, "Am I stupid, I feel very uncomfortable when I see him and other girls very happy today, my heart is like being torn, what do you say I should do......?" What should I do?"

"Hey, love is about fate, you can't force it, since he has a heart, then slowly forget it, my daughter will always be my mother's best daughter!" Xia Yuan said softly, she didn't ask her daughter what the 'he' was talking about, nor did she blame her daughter, but slowly enlightened.

"But I'm ...... I'm still having a hard time!"

“...... Time will slowly dilute everything, when the time comes, looking back, maybe letting go today is the best blessing, loving someone, not necessarily getting him, but making him happy forever......"

"Mom......" Wang Jing hugged her mother tightly, slowly closed her eyes, and tears slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes and from her eyelashes...... She was so tired today, plus she drank some wine, and after a while, she fell asleep in her mother's arms.

"Hey!" Xia Yuan gently put Wang Jing, who was already asleep, on the bed, her daughter is strong on the outside, usually very aggressive, but her heart is very fragile, I remember that in college, you also fell in love, and when you broke up, but I didn't see you so sad, is this boy really special?

Turning on the table lamp, Xia Yuan stared at her daughter for a long time in the dim light before she got up and went out and closed the door of her daughter's room......

Tonight is destined to make many people lose sleep, Mo Ziqian's actions not only broke Wang Jing's heart, but also made Xiang Schumann uncomfortable.

The house rented from Schumann was in the county No. 1 middle school, a small room of less than 20 square meters, with a bathroom, this room was small, small enough to fit only a single bed and a computer desk, it was like her own world, closing everything to her.

At this moment, Xiang Schumann was sitting at the computer desk, the computer on the table was not opened, but the computer table was full of beer bottles, some of which had been opened, and some of which had not been opened.

Xiang Schumann took the beer bottle, tilted his head, looked at the blurred light by the window, and poured it violently into his cherry sip...... Tears also flowed from the corners of her eyes, these tears were silent, and there was a trace of coldness across her cheeks.

Xiang Schumann didn't speak, she just wanted to use alcohol to numb herself, a lonely person drinking stuffy wine, she was different from Wang Jing, in comparison, she was much stronger than Schumann's slow resistance, after all, she had experienced being deceived by her lover, and even almost being strengthened by her former lover, so compared to Wang Jing, she preferred to hide her feelings for Mo Ziqian in her heart, and outsiders couldn't see it at all.

Tonight, Xiang Schumann was also drunk, but she was the only one drunk, in her small room...... She opened beer after beer, and drank a bottle in less than two clicks.

These two women are sad and sad for Mo Ziqian, Wang Jing and Mo Ziqian have been together for a long time before they have a relationship, while Xiang Schumann has experienced an unforgettable thing with Mo Ziqian, and she still has a trace of Mo Ziqian's immortal power in her body, which was left by Mo Ziqian when he inadvertently dissolved the alcohol for her in the hotel, and Xiang Schumann also had feelings for Mo Ziqian because of this trace of immortal power.

Just when Wang Jing and Xiang Schumann were trapped by love, Mo Ziqian was tossing and turning in bed at this time.

Calling, or texting, he was looking at Murong Lingshan's number, still hesitating in his heart.

Forget it, stretching out his head is also a knife, shrinking his head is also a knife, 'dead' when he falls asleep, Mo Ziqian made up his mind fiercely, so he sent a text message to Murong Lingshan.

"Have you slept?" As soon as these three words were typed out, Mo Ziqian's heart was pounding, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, he was very nervous now, and the simple three words were like asking for his life.

One minute......

2 minutes ......

Five minutes......

Ten minutes......

Half an hour......

Mo Ziqian looked at the phone blankly, his phone did not ring, but his heart slowly sank, what is going on? Could it be that Murong Lingshan has already fallen asleep?

This 'Acacia Bean' can't be fake, right? Mo Ziqian stared at the phone tightly.

For the first time, I had real feelings for girls, but I didn't expect this to be the case, Mo Ziqian was very depressed at the moment.

In case her phone voice is too low, or the tone is muted, I will send it again, Mo Ziqian thought about it again and again, so he sent another text message, "After a day of playing, I'm very tired, good night, sleep well!"