Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The season looked at him warmly. I can't believe that such heartless words would come out of Ink's deep mouth.

How did she feel that night in her bed?

She just doesn't want to divorce anymore, she just wants to cherish everything she's got, she doesn't want to take advantage of anybody.

But in the dark ears of a decade later, it sounded like it was just another joke.

The man's fingers suddenly loosened when the season's warm jaw aches were almost unbearable, and his pale, cold face seemed tender, but the temperature between his eyebrows was cold and chestnut.

“Don't cry, your tears don't make any sense to me. ”

“Depth of scenery...” Season warm looked at his eyes, his head seemed to have been harshly dug out a large hole, his hands unconsciously again to tighten his corner.

Mo Jing glanced at her fingers and smiled softly: "You're still used to spitting in front of me. ”

“I haven't used you before, I just don't want to repeat myself. I'm just trying to treasure you and...”

“Cherish what?” Mo Jing-deep's hand was hanging beside her, and she didn't even seem to touch her anymore. Her eyes were cool: “Cherish the comfort of Mrs. Mo, and don't have to live a life of displacement for another decade? ”

His thin lips held the curve of indifference to the bones: “You now have everything you want, your studio is steaming, the future is promising, and I am only returning everything between you and me to its place of origin, returning you to freedom, and letting myself go. ”

By the way, he looked at her tears and took a step back and pulled the corner out of her hand.

He took a few steps backwards until he maintained a suitable distance from her, looking coldly at a woman whose face stood against the wall was almost more pale than his, with a silky smile on her mouth and arguing: "Afraid of losing all this again? ”

Seasonal warmth looked at him and suddenly the tears solidified in his eyes and could no longer fall.

She closed her eyes and said, "Can we talk about this? ”

“Forget it, Season Warm.” The lips of Ink's deep, thin lips are filled with laughter and not laughter, but there is no temperature at all, and they are cooler than ever: “Everything between us is over long ago, you think that the marriage and emotion you recover is just the flowering moon in the mirror, I don't have any interest in you right now, I don't think it is necessary to look at it. ”

“You remember everything clearly... Mo Jingshen... why must you abandon all good memories, why must you push me away, you can not even take your life, but now you don't want me? ”

The man glanced at her lightly and faintly, staring at her tears as they swept down.

Season Warm has never cried like this in front of him, nor has he ever cried so sadly.

His hands dropped to his side and there was no movement to lift up to wipe his tears. As the season warmed up one step forward, he avoided calmly and did not give her a chance to meet him.

“Come on, Seasonal Warm, this ten-month joke can be over. It's so boring to know how far apart we are from each other and still play deep feelings here. ”

One step at a time came here, watching him spare his life to save himself. Even if his words now hurt people, Ji Wen tried to remain calm and chose to believe that he would not leave her so easily.

She choked and lifted her hand and rubbed her own tears with her cuffs: "Deep down, is it still painful on you? Your head also has you...”

Season Warm just reached out to his arm and he waved his hand away. Season Warm insisted on pulling him forward, but he pushed his hand away and even relentlessly threw her back in front of the door.

“Don't go, do you? The ward's for you, I'm leaving.” Mo Jing didn't go back to the door.

When he held the door in his hand and tried to pull it open, he paused because of a shock behind him, his side eyes suddenly rushed over behind him and held his woman tightly behind him, his face indifferent, his thin lips pulled a long curve of alienation: "You're such a criminal. The cheap looks really upset my appetite. ”

Seasonal warmth is like being stuck by tens of thousands of roots, because if he is heartless, he feels like there is a thin, bloody sweetness coming out of his chest, and the heart mirror at the time of his death is not as desperate and horrible as it is now.

“Let go.” The man's tone is cold.

She held him tight and lost a few points of her body because she slept a lot. Her hands held his waist in a dead circle behind his back and stubbornly said: "Mo Jingdeep, I am your wife, you can't do this to me! ”

“Wife? Are you?” He doesn't have a temperature in his voice.

“Always! ”

“Oh.” The man grinned coldly and faintly, his hands resting on her hands, slightly pushing apart: “Let go. ”

“I'm not letting it go! ”

However, he obviously slept in the hospital for so long, but he still had some strength. He directly broke his hand between his waist, shivering and dying. He relentlessly threw her aside. When he almost fell two steps backwards with the warmth of the season, he lifted his eyes and saw the door pulled open. The man's back had gone out, his long legs had gone away, and he walked without mercy.

The door of the ward opened and closed, and listening to the sound, the warm season's brain blew white.

“Mo Jing Deep!” Seasonal warmth stood still for a long time. The temperature of the air conditioning in the room suddenly felt like a cold sting. Her eyes trembled and she opened the door to chase her out. She looked around the hallway outside the ward and did not find any trace of the depth of ink.

He had just woken up, and even if his wounds had healed, he would inevitably still be a little weak.

He's walking so fast? Or where did he go?

The floor was high and the elevator parked quietly on the ground floor, so it was impossible for him to get into the elevator.

Seasonal warm eyes quickly searched for everything around them, eyes suddenly set in the direction of the escalator passage not far away, hurriedly walked past, opened the door of the entrance to the passage, watched the automatic sensing light in the passage instantly lit up, cooled and filled every staircase with the smell of disinfectant water.

She couldn't care less, she rushed in without thinking, upstairs was the doctor's office, he probably wouldn't go, he probably went downstairs.

Seasonal Warm ran downstairs in such a hurry that she didn't even find Mo Jing's figure on several floors. She looked down the hallway at the entrance to every corridor she ran down, and if she couldn't find anyone, she continued to run down.

Not Found, Not Found, Not Found!

In his previous life, he had said he would leave her life completely, and then he disappeared for a whole decade, until she died, only to hear of his return on television, not even to see him face to face.

Is he gonna disappear from her life again?

How could I?

“Mo Jingdeep...” Ji warm some of the warlords went to another floor below, looked around, passing medical personnel saw her this wolf and sweaty, very confused.