Without any suspicion, she reached out and opened the door.
At this moment, a strong figure suddenly squeezed in, and then she was violently pulled into an embrace that was still air-conditioned from outside.
Such a familiar scent made Qiu Mo think it was her hallucination for a moment. After a short circuit in her mind, she immediately made an instinctive action. She put her hands on his chest and pushed hard on the door.
He groaned subconsciously, his brows knitted together in pain.
The tulip overhead lamp hanging in the corridor now gave off a faint yellow light, lightly shining on his three-dimensional and handsome face.
From such a close distance, she saw that his head was wrapped in a bandage, one side of his face was slightly swollen, and there were obvious scratches.
She covered her mouth and her eyes instantly dilated.
She never thought that one day Leng Xiao would appear in front of her in such an attitude, with a look of embarrassment all over his body and scars on his face.
She took two steps back until her body hit the corner of the table. She felt a slight dull pain and frowned.
Countless thoughts ran through his mind. Since he could find this place, it meant that he had discovered something. Should he continue to pretend that he didn't know him, or should he explain it thoroughly to him.
He clearly didn't care about her, so why did he go out of his way to find her? Could it be that his hatred wouldn't even allow her to live a comfortable life for a day?
The fire in her heart was ignited by anger, and the man in front of her turned into the most terrifying monster, the darkest swamp. She actually had the idea of dying with him.
Isn't it enough that he hurt himself? What else does he want?
"Momo." Facing the resistance in the woman's eyes, Leng Xiao shouted softly.
These two simple words may have some tenderness in them, but when Qiu Mo heard them, the protective wall in her heart was shaken to the point of collapse.
She could hardly help shouting: "I don't know you, please get out."
She didn't want to see him, not at all. He was a demon, a man-eating beast. He understood her weaknesses and could always conquer her easily with just a few words.
Leng Xiao walked slowly with a slight limp, without speaking, but stared at her unblinkingly with his eyes as deep as the sea.
Qiu Mo felt that the oxygen in the air was gradually being sucked out, and she gradually became out of breath.
Every time he took a step closer, she took a step back until she retreated to the bedroom, where she quickly closed the door.
But she couldn't resist his strength. He just pushed the door with his palm, and she could no longer close the door. She was so anxious that she almost cried and shouted through the door: "I don't know you."
, if you mess around again, I will call the police."
The man outside the door did not move at all, nor did he use too much force for fear of hurting her.
"I think we need to talk." He tried his best to sound sincere, or in a begging manner. For a man who was used to looking down, this was the limit.
"I don't know you. We have nothing to talk about. Please get out quickly." Qiu Mo almost used all her strength to press against the door. Looking at the lock that was about to hit the keyhole, she ignited hope again.
, pushed forward twice harder.
"Qiu Mo..." Leng Xiao's patience finally ran out and he pushed open the door. She was shaken and staggered several steps. He quickly stepped forward and hugged her.
"Let me go." Qiu Mo struggled hard, but she couldn't resist his steel arms. He held her so tightly that he almost rubbed her into her body. She finally lost the strength from the tossing, but she still used her little strength.
I wanted to break away from him every now and then.
"You have found the wrong person." She gritted her teeth in hatred.
"I definitely found the wrong person."
Qiu Mo looked at him in surprise and surprise, but heard him say slowly: "I have been looking for that Qiu Mo before, but I didn't know that she had transformed into a beautiful butterfly. No, I should say, she
She has always been a butterfly, but she put herself in a thick cocoon and disguised herself as a poor caterpillar. She wrote in her diary that someone said that her beauty is like a piece of art that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is so beautiful.
Refined, she wrote in her diary that there was a person who stood by her bed and said to her: Momo, you are so beautiful."
"But the person who spoke forgot what he said, so he paid a heavy price for it.
Fortunately, he already knew that he had forgotten something important, and now, although he still hadn't remembered it, he didn't need that past, he had already understood his own feelings. Without such unforgettable love, he wouldn't be where he is now.
The pain is like corroding the bones and corroding the heart.”
He held one of her hands and put it on his chest, with a tenderness in his eyes that Qiu Mo had never seen before: "I am willing to make up for my past mistakes, so forgive me."
His hand was obviously held by him, but it felt cold in the palm of his hand.
Those words coming out of Leng Xiao's mouth were like a script written in advance. Qiu Mo knew clearly that the words were poison, but she still couldn't help trembling.
For a moment, she even felt that his expression was sincere enough, his words were sincere enough, and his tone was touching enough. However, she would not forget the cruelty when he said the words 'protect the child'.
He was the most indirect executioner of the child's death. If it weren't for his ruthlessness and connivance, Feng Siya wouldn't have the courage. He could hurt himself as much as he wanted, but he couldn't hurt the child. It was his flesh and blood, and he
But he failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a father, never protected him, never said a word to him, but just let others harm him.
Now he used his hands stained with the child's blood to hold her hand and beg her for forgiveness.
How can I forgive, how can I forgive.
No, never.
Qiu Mo used all her strength to push Leng Xiao away and backed away step by step under his pressing eyes.
"There is only one Qiu Mang. In fact, when I saw you in Mask that night, I should have recognized you. But since you left, I have become very slow about all things related to you. If it hadn't been by chance today,
When I met you at school, I asked Wen Shang to check all the student information, but I couldn't find you here..."
Before he finished his explanation, Qiu Mo suddenly interrupted him sharply: "I won't go with you."
Leng Xiao was stunned at first, and his dark eyes couldn't help but deepen a bit.
"You are my cold wife."
"That Qiu Mo is dead." Qiu Mo shouted to him, "I don't want to see you again, you have nothing to do with me anymore."
He suddenly smiled, which made Qiu Mo's hair stand on end. She knew that this man had no patience, so it was very polite to talk to her in such a low voice.
Sure enough, he showed a half-smiling expression, "As long as your name is still on my cold household register, you are my wife. My world will not allow you to disappear, no matter whether the ending is perfect or not."
With such a domineering announcement, he finally showed his true colors. Qiu Mo's legs went weak and she collapsed on the bed.
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(Some people are guessing who is pushing through the door. The loser will give a red envelope to Ba. I just want to play this kind of bet every day, haha!)