Mu Nianqing knelt down in front of Yingzhen, gently took her hand, brushed away the messy hair from her face, and said with the utmost gentleness: "Yingzhen, you have me, I will make you happy."
Ning Meng stood aside quietly, suddenly feeling a little redundant
"I, I'm going to give Yao Yao a glass of water." She left as if escaping.
Yingzhen remained silent. She had neither the strength nor the interest to speak anymore.
Mu Nianqing sat next to her and gently hugged her shoulders. Yingming seemed to have lost her mind. There were memories of Xiao Linzi everywhere.
She vaguely felt that the person holding her so tenderly could only be Xiao Linzi. She subconsciously rested her head on Mu Nianqing's shoulder.
Ning Meng was holding a glass of water and stood at the door of the kitchen in a daze, looking at the two people shrouded in the sun, his expressions becoming calmer.
I am really a bit redundant, yes!
She smiled lightly!
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Baby, don't cry...
The distant mountains shrouded in twilight look so desolate
The street lamps in the villa exuded gorgeous light, but Mo Yanyi's heart felt inexplicably empty.
He stood on the terrace, holding the angel necklace left by Yingzhen in his hand.
The eyes he was most afraid of replayed those tears in his mind over and over again, falling into his heart and gradually forming a river.
He raised his hand, spread it out, and looked at the pendant lying in his hand, which happened to be on the back
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This is an oath. Who gave her the oath? Why did she leave this oath to him?
From now on, you have to be careful of him humiliating her like that. Why did she say such lingering words of concern at the end?
Is she really just a stand-in?
His heart was suddenly stung. Mo Yanyi retreated into the room and slowly walked towards the big bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the side where Ying Zhen usually slept.
He slowly stroked the soft quilt, as if he was touching her fat skin
Thinking of the peaceful feeling of sleeping with her in my arms
It's strange that when he sleeps with her in his arms, he feels inexplicably at ease. When it's dawn, he's on her and can't smell danger. But in the end, he doubts her.
If she really wanted to kill him, why would she go to such trouble when there were so many opportunities?
Is he stupid? Or in his own heart, he is subconsciously resisting a woman's approach. What he disdains most is female sex. If An Mochen occasionally admits to scandals