Is there such a person? When you think of her, you will feel a dull pain in the left atrium of your chest. Maybe you haven't understood that that feeling is actually called love.
"I thought it would be difficult to let go, and it would be harder than trying to tie you up, but what you don't know is-"
"I've put you down!"
"It turns out that letting go is not as difficult as I thought."
The morning light shines in, casting bright shadows on the teak floor. In the living room, gauze is flying, and on the fiberglass table, half of the silhouette is cast. From far to near, it is unreal.
Su Moqin's eyes were red, and her anger had made her unable to speak at all.
Jin Zun sneered, his black eyes sparkling, "Su Moqin, you can't destroy me." His tone was light, cold, and he didn't care at all.
"Yes, I know I can't destroy you, Jin Zun," Su Moqin gritted her teeth and clenched her palms into fists, which were as white as jade and as black as veins, "Jin Zun, aren't you afraid that you will suffer retribution one day? You
Aren’t you afraid!?”
"Why should I be afraid?" he asked, his dark eyes frozen into ice, bone-chilling, "Just because I am still alive and well, and your old and immortal father is paralyzed. Tell me, why should I be afraid?"
His words followed closely and he asked again, "Where on earth did Su Mozheng go!?"
"Hahaha..." Su Moqin suddenly laughed out loud, leaning forward and back in laughter, and grinning her lips.
She pointed at him, with unconcealable hatred deep in her eyes, "Jin Zun, do you know that my sister hates you far more than I hate you! She wants to destroy you far more than I do.
Thoughts of destroying you, more!”
"Don't you just want to know where she went? Then I'll tell you kindly," she stopped laughing, raised her eyes, and glanced at him mockingly, "Jin Zun, my dear sister is currently in the north, in city B.
She is currently living in a man's home, and I think she must have met the elders of the family that day." Her red lips opened and closed, her body bent, and she sat leisurely on the sofa behind her.
"Maybe now, she has become someone else's wife."
"I'm really happy for my sister. She finally met her lover after you got rid of her." Su Moqin watched the latter's body tremble with satisfaction.
Her upper body was slightly bent, and she looked up at her. Those lips as beautiful as cherry blossom petals uttered the most difficult words for him to accept, "Jin Zun, I should really thank you on my sister's behalf! If you hadn't done it earlier,
I gave her the divorce document so that she could escape from the marriage prison of being your servant as soon as possible. Now, how could she think of it so early?"
"You can rest assured that my sister no longer loves you." She spat out these words faintly, her white teeth shining brightly in the morning light.
Burns, human eyeballs.
"You can rest assured that my sister no longer loves you,"
"My sister no longer loves you,"
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The air in his ears blew, as if there were countless voices echoing in his ears. His heart was shocked, and he sorted out the head of the line in the hazy, Su Mozheng, she doesn't love you anymore.
His heart suffocated, as if his left atrium was painfully hit by these words.
He blinked his eyes, then blinked dryly again, clenched his fists, and loosened them feebly, then clenched his clenched fists again, over and over again...
Breathing seems to be submerged in water, no light can be seen, no sound can be heard, and one sentence is repeated over and over again, forming the shadow of a woman.
She is the one who has a low eyebrow and is submissive, she is the one who looks down arrogantly, she is the one who is aggressive, and it is she who is sharp-tongued.
Jin Zun suddenly wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh loudly, and Su Mozheng finally no longer loved him. From the eyes of a bystander, it was clear that he shouldn't be happy, shouldn't he be happy? He should be happy, he should be happy!
So what is he feeling sad about?
He finally turned around and stepped out of the door of Su's house. His steps staggered, and his back was firm, as if no wind or rain could shake him in the slightest.
Four years ago, his father was dismissed and his mother committed suicide; four years ago, he became an orphan and entered the Su family with conspiracy intentions. From an unknown migrant worker, he approached Su Mozheng and married her. He played around with her wantonly.
Her feelings for him, he trampled on every bit of her sincerity. He never felt that it was too much, and he never felt that it was inappropriate! In his private heart, he always thought that she, Su Mozheng, could not live without him, Jin Zun, and he always thought that she could not live without him, Jin Zun.
Even after the divorce, she should still love him.
But, does Su Mozheng no longer love Jin Zun?
Su Moqin stood up, leaned against the sofa behind her, circled her knees, and watched through the half-open window as the black Mercedes-Benz disappeared like a cannonball. The smile on her lips slowly faded.
Even if she can win the whole world, she can never win one person's heart.
There are tombstones one after another, locking up the souls of the dead, their souls and their bodies and minds.
The wind blew so hard that it hurt people's ears. Su Mozheng saw Liang Muchi's face suddenly turn pale and her breath suffocated. It was like going back to that day, when Jin Zun said the words "I never loved you."
When it comes to winning or losing in love, Huo Shaoyan and Liang Muchi are just like she and Jin Zun. She is the one who has been giving silently, and it is Jin Zun who has been passively accepting. It is Huo Shaoyan who has been giving silently, and it is Liang Muchi who has been passively accepting.
The person who passively accepts will never know that some people’s silent dedication also has a bottom line. Because they choose to love someone for free, they are willing to accept everything from him. No one understands that such a person will be tired and in pain
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"I don't believe it!" Liang Muchi finally broke down and shouted in a high voice, "Shaoyan, I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
"You don't believe it?" Huo Shaoyan slowly raised his eyes, "I will make you believe it!"
There was a shadow covering the top of her head. Before Su Mozheng could react, her face was held up by a pair of big hands. She had not yet noticed the calluses peeling off his palms.
A handsome face had been pressed down, his breath was blowing on her cheeks, and his beautiful thin lips pressed against her red lips in an instant.
Her black pupils widened in shock, looking at the face so close. Her closed eyelids trembled slightly, her long eyelashes brushed the skin of her face, itching slightly. His expression was very focused, and his thin lips were pressing against hers.
On the thin lips, turning and sucking.
"Hmm..." Su Mozheng finally regained some consciousness. She struggled to make a sound between his kisses and reached out to hit him on the back.
"You, you..." Liang Muchi looked at them with an unsteady breath, her face a little ferocious.
Huo Shaoyan let go of her lips, wiped her red lips smoothly, lowered his head to her forehead, and breathed against the tip of her nose, "Su Mozheng, help me..."
His forehead was pressed against hers intimately, which seemed even more intimate from an outsider's perspective.
Liang Muchi finally broke out and shouted at Huo Shaoyan: "You, how could you do this!?"
"Liang Muchi, you should believe it now, I no longer love you."