Huanhuan gently opened the door. Mojia just walked out of the bathroom. He was wrapped in a bath towel around his waist. His long hair was wet and dripping with water. His naked upper body and abdominal muscles were clearly defined and there was no trace of them.
Excess fat.
He glanced at Huanhuan and continued to wipe her long hair with the towel in his hand. Huanhuan cheered up and smiled, "Let me wipe it for you." She knew that he didn't like to use a hair dryer, so every time
Brushing his long hair is very time-consuming, but he is meticulous. There is always something special about his long hair.
However, when Huanhuan was about to take the towel in his hand, he said coldly, "No need."
Huanhuan's hand froze in mid-air, and a trace of hurt flashed across her eyes.
Mojia sat there, as if she didn't exist. Huanhuan bit her lip, turned her head and looked at him, and finally asked unbearably, "Mojia, what's wrong with you?"
"I think I made it very clear." Mo Jia's words were in his usual Mo style, cold, distant, and alienating.
"Is it clear?" Huanhuan turned to him and stared at him with slightly hurt eyes, "You mean, you don't care about my words at all?"
Mo Jia raised his eyebrows and glanced at her without comment.
"Mojia, tell me, what happened?" Huanhuan ran to him, her blurred eyes sparkling, "There are only you and me here, even if there is anything, you can tell me with confidence. No matter what.
I can accept anything."
Mojia was annoyed, stood up, and his eyes cooled down a few degrees, "Don't you understand what I said? Well, I will tell you again, I no longer love you, and I don't want to be entangled with you anymore.
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The blood in Huanhuan's whole body was about to freeze. With trembling lips, she asked in a low voice, "You... don't love me anymore?"
"So, let's get together and part ways." After Mojia finished speaking, he walked into the bedroom, and the door slammed shut, shutting Huanhuan out.
Huanhuan's thin body swayed a few times, and even when facing the evil beast, the panic that she had never experienced spread from the bottom of her heart, sweeping her over and forcing her. Not only did he make it clear, he had no feelings.
Love is enough to destroy all her thoughts.
Looking at the door, Huanhuan sat stiffly on the bench, and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to caress her bulging belly, "Mo Xiaohen, did you hear it? Daddy seems...not to like mommy anymore...
what should I do?"
Her eye circles were a little red, but Huanhuan raised her head and tried hard not to let tears fall. She kept reminding herself that to believe in Mojia and their love, it couldn't be dismissed with just a few words. The reasons he gave
, safety is not enough to convince her, and if she wants to end it like this, there is no way!
After making up her mind, Huan Huan fit herself and lay down on the bench, with her head on the cushion and her eyes fixed on the door.
Doesn't she believe that he would abandon herself and the baby outside the door so cruelly?!
…
Mo Sheng stood outside and smoked for a long time before slowly walking into his room.
"The feeling of being abandoned must be wonderful." Yan Xihua turned around from the dressing table, stared at him, and smiled, "Is Su Huanhuan in pain now?"
Mo Sheng was startled, then quickly came to her as if he remembered something, "You know?"
"What do you think?" She chuckled. There was something strange in her smile, but it was hard to guess. "Don't forget, whose credit is it for him to appear."
Mo Sheng's dark eyes were filled with coldness, "So, it's your fault that he became like this?"
Yan Xihua stared at him with scrutiny, turned her head suddenly, looked at him in the mirror, and said coldly, "Sure enough, you still understand me."
"Damn it, what else do you want?" Mo Sheng was overwhelmed by the anger in his chest. What was swaying in front of his eyes was the scene of Huanhuan sitting on the sofa crying just now.
"Are you angry at me?" Yan Xihua was not impatient, she just looked at him with a pair of strange and indifferent eyes, "You shouldn't thank me for bringing him back, but you still treat me badly
Angry?"
If he knew that the price for Mojia's return was her eternal soul, would he still do this? Or maybe those things meant nothing to him?
Mo Sheng took a few deep breaths, trying not to lose his mind.
"Okay, then tell me, what's wrong with Mojia? It seems like he doesn't recognize Huanhuan at all, and he still wants to take her..." Thinking of what he said in the living room, he shook his head, calming down and feeling a little frantic.
He raised his head and looked at her, "You must know the reason, right?"
Yan Xihua raised the corners of her mouth. Although the wrinkles on her face were still there, the charming and enchanting aura on her body was intact, "He is no longer a complete life essence."
Mo Sheng was stunned, "What does that mean? No longer complete...will his life be in danger?"
Yan Xihua shrugged her shoulders, "Whether he is or not, that's none of my business. I just fulfilled my promise and got him back. As for whether he is complete or missing something, that's his business.
Already."
She showed her ruthlessness to the fullest. But Mo Sheng knew it well, and she was right. Based on her hatred for Mo Jia and Su Huanhuan, being able to decide to save people from the evil beast was really a concession. Even if she used
Even if she asked for marriage, he wouldn't really think that she was in love with him.
He and she are the same, their loving hearts have long been sealed in the corner.
"You should rest first, I'll go to the study." Mo Sheng turned around and left. When he came to the door, her voice came from behind, "You only care about Mo Jia, and you don't ask how I changed."
Did he reply?"
He paused and turned around. The blankness on his face for a moment was reflected in Yanxi's eyes. As she wished, he asked, "How did you get him back?"
She laughed and lowered her eyes, "Forget it, it's not a big deal. Anyway, we each get what we need, right?"
As she spoke, she continued to pick up the comb and combed her waist-length hair. However, her hair had lost its luster and was as pale as her entire life, and what was left behind was full of scars.
"Go to bed early." Mo Sheng opened the door and walked out without asking any more questions.