Jun Luo's heart sank. He didn't expect that he was finally moved, but the other party didn't care.
Her thoughts are not with him.
This feeling is not pleasant at all.
He was suddenly jealous of Yi Yanfeng.
From childhood to adulthood, he and Yi Yanfeng have been competing constantly.
Either he wins or he wins.
The two of them had never really lost to each other, but Jun Luo felt like he had lost this time, so completely.
But this time, he really couldn't afford to lose.
Because the bet is hers.
Yi Yanfeng, Yi Yanfeng, we have fought for so many years, and this is the only time I have lost to you. This feeling is really uncomfortable. I only feel sore in my heart, as if countless ants are gnawing at the softest part of his heart.
place.
Not willing to give in, so unwilling to give in.
If Lan Nuoyin had chosen him back then, if Lan Nuoyin had married him, would everything have been different?
"What's wrong with you?" Lan Nuyin seemed to have noticed something, frowning and asked.
"Aren't you going to stop him? Aren't you afraid that he will confess to other girls?"
"What's the use of being afraid? If he likes Mo Zixiang, what's the use of stopping me. If he doesn't like it, he won't confess. What do I have to worry about?" Lan Nuoyin smiled lightly and seemed to say
After I came out, everyone felt much happier.
"You're right." Jun Luo smiled. He put away the deep loss and pity in his eyes and said half-jokingly, "If one day Yi Yanfeng bullies you, come find me."
Lan Nuyin smiled and did not delve into the meaning of Jun Luo's words. "Wouldn't it be worse to be bullied by you if I came to you?" She still remembered who took away her first kiss.
The two people looked at each other and smiled.
"Mo Zixiang?" Jun Luo looked at the embarrassed Mo Zixiang in surprise and couldn't help but be surprised.
Lan Nuyin turned around and saw Mo Zixiang, who was crying with pear blossoms and raining on her face. She was startled in her heart.
This was the first time Lan Nuyin really looked at Mo Zixiang.
She is really beautiful, almost the same as Lan Nuyin.
It's just that the temperaments of the two are completely different. Even when he is crying, the indifference in Mo Zixiang's bones is self-evident.
Some pale cheeks were stained with tears, and there were a few crystal water drops on the long eyelashes. It made people feel pity.
What's going on here?
"Is it you?" Mo Zixiang wiped away his tears and looked at Lan Nuoyin with a cold face.