The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 363 You can't even have a life, but now you don't want me?

Looking at him in the warmth of the season, I can't believe that such ruthless words would be said from the mouth of Mo Jingshen.

What kind of mood did she put on her bed that night?

She just didn't want to divorce anymore. She just wanted to cherish everything in front of her. She didn't want to use anyone.

But this is in the ear of the ink that has a memory of ten years later, listening to fear is only a joke.

When the warm bones of the lower jaw hurt, I can't bear it. The man's fingers suddenly loosened. His pale and cold face seemed to be gentle, but the temperature between the eyebrows was cold and chilling.

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

"Depth of field..." The season looked warmly at his eyes. The head of the heart was dug up a big hole, and the hand unconsciously tried to tighten his clothes.

Ink squinted at her finger and whispered softly: "You are still used to being spoiled in front of me."

"I have not used you, I just don't want to repeat the same mistakes, I just try to cherish you and..."

"What do you cherish?" Mo Jingshen's hand hangs on his side. It seems that he doesn't even want to touch her again. His eyes are cool and cool: "Respect the comfort of Mrs. Mo, don't have to live a life of ten years?"

His thin lips hold the indifference and coolness to the curvature of the bones: "You have everything you want now, your studio is booming, the future can be expected, and I am just returning everything between you and me back to the original point. You are free and let me go."

When he fell, he looked at her tears and took a step back and took the clothes from her hand.

He even stepped back a few steps until he kept a proper distance from her. He looked coldly at the woman standing against the wall and almost paler than his face, holding a cold smile on his mouth: Afraid to lose all this again?"

The season looked warm at him, and the tears suddenly solidified in his eyes, and he couldn't fall anymore.

She closed her eyes: "Can we talk, talk?"

"Forget it, the season is warm." The dark lips of the ink-stained face are filled with laughter and laughter, but there is no temperature at all, and it looks cooler than at any time: "Everything between us is long over, you I think that the marriage and feelings that I have saved are just the moon in the mirror. I don’t have any interest in you now. I don’t think it is necessary to look at it.”

"You clearly remember everything... Ink deep... Why must you abandon all the good memories, why do you have to push me away, you can't even have a life, but now you don't want me?"

The man glared at her very lightly and stared at her raging tears.

The warm season has never been crying in front of him like this, and he has never been so sad.

His hand was hanging on his side, and there was no movement to lift him to tear his tears. When the season warmed forward, he walked coldly backwards and did not give her a chance to meet him.

"Okay, the season is warm, this ten-month joke can be over. It’s too boring to know each other how far apart they are.

Step by step, it’s not easy to get here. I watched him kill his life in order to save himself. Even if his current words hurt him any more, the season warm is still trying to keep calm. Choosing that he will not be so easy to throw Under her.

She twitched, raised her hand and wiped her tears with her cuffs: "Depth of field, your body still hurts? Your head and you..."

The hand that had just reached the arm in the warmth of the season was thrown away by him in an instant. The season was warm and persistent, and he was going to pull him. He was pushed away by him, and even took her back without mercy. In front of the door.

"Don't you go? The ward is for you, I am going." Mo Jing did not go back to the door.

When he held the doorknob and tried to pull it away, he had a meal because of the impact behind him. He looked at the woman who suddenly rushed over him and hugged him behind him. His expression was indifferent and his thin lips pulled long. The arc of alienation: "You are such a guilty. The look of cockroaches really makes people lose their appetite."

The warm heart of the season is like being tens of thousands of roots. Because he is ruthless, he feels that the chest is like a thin, sweet and almost rushing out. The heart mirror at the time of death is not as desperate and terrible as it is now.

"Let go." The tone of the man is cold.

She clung to his body because he was asleep for a long time, his hands were holding his waist in the circle behind his back, stubbornly said: "Mo Jingshen, I am your wife, you can't do this to me!" ”

"Wife? Are you?" He didn't have any temperature.

"Always will be!"

"Oh." The man smiled coldly and smirked, his hand on her hand, and opened it slightly: "Let go."

"I won't let go!"

However, he obviously slept in the hospital for so long, but he still had some strength. He directly shook the warmth of the season and held his hand around his waist. He took her to the side without any mercy. When he stepped back two steps and almost fell, he raised his eyes and saw the door being pulled open. The man’s back had already gone out, his legs were wide open, and he walked without mercy.

The door of the ward opened and closed, listening to the sound, the brain in the warmth of the season was white.

"Ink deep!" The season warmed in the place for a long time, the air conditioning temperature in the room suddenly seemed to be cold and biting. Her eyes trembled, and she opened the door and chased it out. She could look at the corridor outside the ward. In a circle, no trace of ink depth was found.

It was only after he had just woken up, even if the wound had healed, it would be inevitable that he would be weak.

Is he going so fast? Or where did you go?

The floor here is very high, and the elevator is quietly parked on the first floor, so he could not enter the elevator just now.

The warm eyes quickly searched for everything around him. His eyes suddenly set in the direction of the escalator passage not far away. He quickly walked over and opened the door of the entrance of the passage. He watched the automatic induction light in the passage light up instantly. It's cold and full of every step of the smell of disinfectant.

She refused to take care of the others, and rushed in if she didn't want to, and the doctors' office was upstairs. He shouldn't go. He might have gone downstairs.

The warm season rushed downstairs and ran, and even ran a few layers and did not find the image of Mo Jingshen. She ignored the entrance of each floor of the running down to the corridor, and could not find anyone to continue down. run.

Can't find

In the past, he once said that he would completely leave her life, and then he disappeared for a whole ten years. Until she died, she could only hear about his return to China on TV, and she could not see it.

Does he have to disappear from her life?

How could this be?

"Ink deep..." The warmth of the season has reached the next floor, and the gaze is looking around. The passing medical staff saw her wolverine and sweaty, very puzzled.

(End of this chapter)