Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

She stood by the wall with joy, close to the man who could barely see the look of emotion.

The smile on his face also faded as he was distracted and indifferent. Finally, as if he had read something in his deep eyes, his lips trembled: “Why are you... looking at me like this? ”

Mojing looked at her deeply: "What am I supposed to look at you? ”

At the very least, it should not be so alienated, as if he were a stranger, with cold, cold eyes that had nothing to do with him or even any feelings.

The warm tone of the season stagnated before suddenly looking out the door and then looking back at him: “If you are just awake and are not comfortable with all aspects of your body, I will go out now. Rest quietly first, I will stay outside with you, I will not leave, I will not come in and quarrel with you...”

“Miss Ji.” The gentle and cold voice of a man enters her ears, but it's like pulling the man in parallel with her life back into her eyes 10 years apart.

In a large ward, the light faded, the clear dust floated up and down the air, but there was silence in the ward, except for the dark ink view into the voice throwing into the bone.

The warm eyes of the season must be sudden.

Miss Ji?

Mo Jing looked at her coldly: “There is no need to be so surprised. Whether it was around 10 years ago or 10 years ago, everything should return to its original place of origin and the original trajectory should be restored. ”

Terrible quiet in the ward.

Such depth of ink, such him...

One of the things that made her confused was that she felt like she'd never found him back, and he was as far away from her as he was ten years later, untouchable, invisible, and impossible to guess.

Plus, her whole body was as cold as a pot of cold water thrown at her, and she could hardly stand up against the wall.

All because the joy of finally waking up cooled in the instant, she stared into his eyes and couldn't find the warmth and concern of the past, none of those sweet intentions were gone, he was deep in ink, but not the depth of ink she was familiar with.

He's different...

Her lips moved: “You...”

“I'm still me, I haven't forgotten anything.” Men's voices are faint, but they are ruthless: “It's just a long sleep and a long dream. ”

Seasonal warming is almost instantaneous, and blood is almost frozen at this moment.

He knows.

He knows everything.

She was most afraid that Mo Jingsheng would know that she had been reborn and that he knew that she had followed him closely from the beginning in order to change the course of her life, just to try to live the world again, but now the nightmare was still here.

Because she insisted on this marriage with purpose from the beginning, even if the result had changed, far from what she had initially thought, but in the face of a man who could analyze everything she had just done when she was reborn, she was like a traveler hiding too much stolen goods in her backpack, and he saw it through, Red. Naked and unreserved, the most invisible side is torn apart by him alive.

Seasonal warmth suddenly raised her hand to codify the man's clothes and struggled to get close to him, but Mo Jing never gave her a chance to get close, avoided her hand without a trace, ignored her white face, deeply indifferent eyes only looked at the door of the ward, meaning she could walk.

The warm face of the season was close to transparent, not even in the operating room when she had an abortion. Her voice was empty: “The depth of the scenery... we...”

A few words were smashed straight into the cold: "When I get back to Haicheng, I'll sign the divorce papers for you first. ”

Season Warm looked up at him and asked, "Divorce? ”

Mojing's deep, indifferent, cold face opened some sort of unintelligible laugh, like a mockery, not a laugh, but no temperature: “The use has been made, and it is time to end it, I am just doing what you wish. ”

The man who was pulling out looked at her high, only indifferent and dull in his eyebrows, and his thin lips could no longer see the warmth of the day, life like an ice needle stinging pain.

As she wished?

It was all in her previous life when she couldn't understand her life. If she was sober enough, she wouldn't have lived like that. He was the best depth of ink in the world for her. She was never willing to let anyone live for the better of this life. She said she had a purpose, but now she loved him for the truth. She couldn't live without him. It was also true that she wanted to live with him for the rest of his life.

Divorced?

She's never going to divorce him again in her life!

Season warmed her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that at some point the language was truly pale and weak. When she met him, she raised her hand and raised the burn that time in Cambodia to his eyes with the slightly reddish back of her hand and the skin on her wrist.

“Mo Jingdeep, can everything we've been through be considered non-existent? ”

The man looked at her hands silently and did not speak.

“Can all the feelings between us also be considered non-existent?” Season Warm stares at him: “Can everything we've promised for so long and keep each other's promises come to a complete end because of your big dream? ”

Seasonal warmth filled his face with tears and raised his hand to grab his collar: "Mo Jingdeep, I now trade my life for my life, my home, my husband I changed my heart! Why are you denying everything to me now? ”

Mo Jingdeep because she dragged his strength and leaned slightly, did not earn money, looked at her tearful face, gradually smiled cold, it was also the first time he saw her cry, there was no point in trying to fool her or hug her, he just looked at her cry, there was no emotion but cold irony in the eyes.

He pinched her chin and squinted his eyes: “Life is so extraordinarily biased towards you...” His voice paused for a moment, staring into her eyes: “Do you love me very much now? ”

The season warmed up and nodded resolutely.

Yet Mo Jingdeep seemed to see one of the most laughable jokes in the world, and her hands pinched on her chin also weighed a few points: “Ji Wen, I've seen too many people who know current affairs, but I've never seen you so aware of current affairs. You know exactly what you want, what you want, and you don't spare no effort to fight for it. Isn't it because you don't want to be that poor bloodthirsty ghost in prison anymore? ”

Seasonal warm tears poured out, she wanted to say no, but the man's eyes were too cold, and his fingers on her chin were too hard.

Her jaw was red, but the man's eyes were pitiless, and the words were cold: "The night you opened your eyes again, what was it like to climb into my bed, you don't remember, hmm? ”