Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Mo Jingdeep walked in and told the hotel staff to call the doctor immediately, then heavily dragged her into the elevator, pushed her onto the glass wall in the elevator, and at the moment the elevator door closed, pressed her dead, biting her teeth one by one and asked her: “Seasonal warmth, did I tell you not to move? ”

The sound was as cold as a blade, fading past days of operation and tranquillity, obviously out of control.

Seasonal warm backs crashed against the glass walls of the elevator, and his wrists were instantly codified in pain.

She stood where she was, not talking.

Yes, he did. Tell her not to move.

Then I warned her with my mouth. Don't move.

He said it more than once, but she moved.

Because those two kidnappers had already shot him at that moment, and they were going to kill him.

She doesn't want this man anymore, but that doesn't mean she never loved him.

She couldn't have watched him die.

She didn't want to see any more injuries to his once scarred back and back neck, so she washed up and just wanted a chance to take the gun.

Yes, she was poor, she was not strong, she was not sure, but she was impulsive, the effect of the impulse was to mess him up. From the beginning, Mo Jingshen had intended to cooperate with the police in finding a junction on the coastal road to intercept, but she drove the car directly into the sea because of her.

She was wounded, provoked the kidnappers, and she almost died in their hands.

Mo Jingdeep had already been burned by anger and reason. Her silence could not extinguish his fire. Instead, he put some oil on the fire. He pressed her shoulder dead and pulled her all the way to the door while the elevator stopped. He opened the door and pushed her in.

The unstable warmth of the season was pushed all the way to the bathroom, where the shower pointed against her head, he unscrewed the switch, the cold water suddenly erupted and spilled all over her head.

Seasonal warmth did not resist, until the water in the shower gradually became hot, became the right temperature, her body soaked by the sea water gradually warmed back. As the warmth of her body gradually recovered, the smell touched by the two kidnappers on her body was also washed away, and the blood on her head was flushed off, but suddenly she felt only a piece of burning on her heart.

The man stood with her underwater, wrapped in a wet shirt, and he almost grabbed her jaw brutally and forcefully, forcing her to look at him head-on: “I plotted for three years just to change your life trajectory, to keep you alive, not to let you die easily! ”

The man in front of her painstakingly, gasping crudely, punched her in the heart word for word.

Seasonal warmth instantly looked at him, as if something had been doubtful and broken strings in her mind was finally taken up, she looked at the man in front, the water in the shower kept dripping down, she opened a pair of stained eyes to look at the man, just felt the blood clotting all over her.

Su Zhi Lan was the same way she died in her previous life. After her disappearance, Ji Meng was displaced and even sold by traffickers to risk her life. In her previous life, all her experiences were related to the two of them. However, all the roads she had walked, all the trajectories of life that stumbled on seemed to have been forcibly transferred to them...

The origin of life, divorce, back to where she belongs?

New life, new life trajectory?

Is that what you mean?

Is that so?

The man codified her chin: "I should have stopped you from coming back, I should have attacked you with the worst and worst words in the world, even if your heartbroken pieces were rotten, as long as you were dead, as long as you were good and happy in your new life, as long as you never showed up in front of me again! ”

Ink's deep eyes were almost blinded by the fear of her death and the angry red.

Seasonal Warm didn't see him out of control.

Never saw him out of control like this.

Hasn't he been calm all along?

Those damn calms.

He stared at her dead and said, "I'm willing to live with everything, even if you hate me all my life, as long as you learn how to live better, as long as you're good, as long as you're good, but why did you come back? ”

The shower sprinkler gradually opened bigger, more water came down from the top, the season warm time can't see his face through the curtain, can only stand under the water like petrified, let the warm water flush her from top to bottom.

Mojing's fury filled with cavities was nowhere to seize, and she was seen standing motionless under the water with her face blinded. At last, reason was completely extinguished.

He fished her out and drove her against a cold wall behind the curtains.

“You'll never learn to obey, will you? I don't know how to cherish my life, do I? What do you want from me? Seasonal warmth, what more can I do? ”

He bites his teeth, breathes heavily, brushes on her face, his eyes are red and his whole body is trembling.

He's never been so lame.

Even in Cambodia, in that car accident, he had almost died of blood, and he had never felt that way.

Peeling all the invisibility and endurance, like peeling that cruel shell one layer at a time, but she's right, the past is the past, and now she doesn't even want to know why he forced her to divorce and brutally pushed her away.

So what? He was ready for a lonely life, as long as he watched her live from afar, saw her learn to grow up, be alone, strong, gradually indestructible, as long as she would not die one day at the age of thirty, as she had done before, or suddenly disappear one day because of a change in her life, as long as she lived in peace and security.

But she had to show up in front of him one at a time, making him intolerable, losing control several times, making him want to get close without knowing how to pull back the woman he had personally wounded.

He tried to recover her lost ground, but knew that she had been wounded to the point of almost forgetting.

For the first time in Mo Jingshen's life, he didn't know what to do with her. He couldn't help it.

The sound of water coming out of the shower continued in his ear. Seasonal warmth looked at him with clear black and white eyes. He opened his mouth, but could not say a word. He just laughed a little, and the more intense the smile in the corner of his mouth.

She seemed calm, but her eyes stared at him dead, no hissing, no anger, no suspicion, just a pair of red eyes, full of water balls flowing wildly, not sure whether to cry or laugh.

Mojing seemed to have been hit with a stick in the head, and a string in his brain seemed to be completely broken at this moment.

As if reason burned out.

The man's eyes were red and suddenly buried his head and kissed him!

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