Only Huanhuan and Mojia were left in the living room. She pursed her dry lips and said hesitantly, "Mojia, are you...are you okay?"
Mojia turned around, his pure eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger, "It's okay."
Huan Huan's heart began to sink inexplicably. His stiffness, his coldness, and his disregard for her were nothing like the man who loved her deeply before.
As if Mojia didn't want to say anything more, he turned around and was about to leave. Huanhuan suddenly grabbed his arm and said, "Don't go."
He stared at her with his lowered eyes for a few times, then raised his hand to push her away, but Huanhuan held her tightly, not allowing him to push her away.
"Mojia, what's wrong with you?" Huanhuan's voice was a little choked.
She had imagined the scene of meeting him again countless times, with joy and excitement. Even if it was tears, they were tears of joy, not because of grievances like today.
"It's nothing." He was still very calm, not calm and gentle, but cold in his bones.
Huanhuan took a deep breath, "Have you forgotten me?"
Finally, his eyes fell on her for a long time, and his thin lips opened slightly, breaking all her illusions, "Even if she remembers it, so what?"
Huanhuan paused, almost unable to believe her ears. She forced herself to smile, "Mojia...you, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Mojia stopped wasting time with her and said decisively, "You heard me very clearly." He turned around and started to go upstairs again, but Huanhuan was one step ahead of him and stopped in front of him. His chest rose and fell greatly, and he couldn't breathe.
Somewhat confused, "Mojia, what do you mean?"
He has obviously admitted that he remembers her, but his attitude is worse than that of a stranger! She doesn't understand what went wrong. He is Mo Jia, but without Mo Jia's love, who has he become?
Mojia's last patience seemed to have been exhausted. He locked his cold gaze on her and said word for word, "I don't want to talk about unnecessary love anymore. That kind of thing is very boring. From now on, you'd better
Don't pester me, if you feel any loss, I will compensate you."
With a "boom", Huanhuan heard the sound of her heart collapsing.
He walked around her and looked up to see the man standing on the stairs, glaring with a pair of angry eyes. Mojia raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Mo Sheng stood upstairs and walked slowly towards the two people in the living room, with deep anger in every step he took.
When they came to Mojia, the two men, who were as tall as each other, met each other's eyes.
"Why are you treating her like this?" Mo Sheng pointed at Huanhuan, "She risked her life for you, but you are treating her like this at this time?"
Huanhuan seemed to have not yet digested what Mo Jia had just said, and stood there in a daze, her mind going blank, and the bewildered expression on her face made people feel distressed.
Mo Jia stared at Mo Sheng coldly and sneered, "I know that you have always liked her. If you care about her so much, just go and stay with her. Anyway, I don't care."
Huanhuan's confused eyes lifted up little by little, staring at Mojia, as if looking through his skin, trying to see the person disguised inside...
Mo Sheng's eyes tightened and he grabbed his shirt, "What are you talking about?! Are you pushing your woman to another man now?!"
Mo Jia opened his hand, but his strong strength was still unshakable, "You can take it if you like."
"Damn it!" Mo Sheng raised his hand and punched out. Mo Jia, as if he had expected it, easily avoided it and pushed him down on the sofa with his backhand. "When we go to Nuwa Valley, I will spare you a life."
Life doesn't mean I will tolerate everything!" After saying that, he let go of his hand, turned around and went upstairs.
"Damn it! Mo Jia, stop here!" Mo Sheng was about to catch up, but was held back by Huanhuan.
"That's enough." She said softly, with her lowered eyes unable to see clearly the emotions inside. But her pale face and trembling shoulders had completely betrayed her.
He remembered her, Nuwa Valley, and every moment they spent together. But he could not remember his love for her...
She didn't know what the problem was, but she didn't want to hear even one unloving word from his mouth again.
She admitted that she couldn't afford to lose when facing Mojia.
Mo Sheng turned his head and looked at Huan Huan, who was forcing himself to endure it. A trace of distress spread in his heart. He clenched his fists and glared at the people upstairs. He didn't know whether it was to excuse him or not wanting to see her sad. He
Hatefully, "This damn guy must not have figured out the situation yet."
Huanhuan couldn't even smile reluctantly, and slowly sat down on the sofa, burying his cheeks in his palms, and a choked voice came out, "Yes, he may be too tired...or maybe...he doesn't want to trouble me anymore."
, that’s why I said that on purpose... Haha, you know, Mo Jia loves me very much and loves me very much, he will not... push me away..." At the end of the sentence, she could no longer hold back her tears.
, it is about to overflow, dripping down the fingers.
Mo Sheng gritted his teeth and looked at her so sad, but couldn't say anything.
He sat quietly aside and looked at her, his brows almost knitted together. He shook his head mockingly. The once famous Young Master Sheng now didn't know how to coax a woman? Or was it just that the other party was just
Why did she become so incompetent?
He poured a cup of hot water for Huanhuan and gently placed it in front of her. He didn't say anything and continued to sit next to her. It wasn't until Huanhuan let go of her palms and revealed a pair of red and swollen eyes from crying that he felt uncomfortable.
He said, "Maybe, as you said, he...has his own reasons."
Huanhuan sniffed, and after crying, she felt less depressed than before, and she thought about the problem more clearly. What she had experienced with Mojia was enough to prove the love between the two, and she should believe him. Him
Then there must be a reason. She can't feel sorry for herself like this before she understands the facts.
He smiled at Mo Sheng and nodded vigorously, "Yes, I know!"
Looking at her smiling face again, Mo Sheng's clenched heart slowly relaxed a little. But his doubtful eyes glanced upstairs.
If Mo Jia changed his mind just now, he wouldn't believe it anyway, but his reaction just now didn't have even the slightest flaw, and it didn't look like it was intentional.