Mu Baoer kept his head lowered and said nothing, and was pulled out by Ji Mo.
Until I got on the helicopter, I still lowered my head and sat quietly on the sofa, like a well-behaved kitten.
"Why are you still crying?" Ji Mo looked at her soft and hanging hair. Her head was so low that she couldn't see her face at all.
It's rare to see this girl in such a weak and humble posture. She usually has a careless expression, like the sky is falling and she's covering her up, and she doesn't care about anything.
It makes people feel that this girl is heartless and will not be hurt no matter how hard you hit her. As long as she is not dead, she will still be happy the next second and continue to live heartlessly.
She had obviously saved her, so why didn't she become happy again like before? She was so sad and crying all the time. It was really not like her!
But such a gesture will give those who see it a subtle feeling of love.
"I didn't." Mu Baoer spoke slowly and hoarsely.
Ji Mo calmly ordered: "Then raise your head and let me see."
"..." Mu Baoer stopped talking, still lowering his head and wringing his fingers.
"Look, my hands are full of your tears."
Ji Mo raised the hand that held her just now. The back of his hand was wet and not yet dry.
Just now, her tears fell drop by drop on the back of his hand. Even though there was no sound, he knew that she was crying hard.
Mu Baoer's head lowered even further, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she became even more speechless.
"If I don't save you, you cry. If I save you, you still cry... It's really troublesome. Just cry when you feel uncomfortable." Ji Mo rubbed his temples helplessly.
For a person like him who is accustomed to being ruthless and ruthless, even if he sees his subordinates being seriously injured, he will only tell them that he will avenge them instead of offering any words of comfort.
He was even less experienced with women. Such weak little animals always had so many tears and had delicate and complicated thoughts, and he didn't know how to comfort them.
But after hearing what he said, Mu Baoer burst into tears, covered her face with her hands, and started crying unscrupulously.
Tears kept flowing out from between her fingers, like a river without a bank, out of control.
A drop fell on the glass table in front of the sofa.
Probably no one would understand why she cried so hard even though she had been rescued.
Who could understand that what she was feeling at this moment was not because of fear or emotion.
She just couldn't help but think of the abandonment and suffering she had suffered in the past twenty years. She had been bearing all the sorrow alone. No matter how painful and tragic, no one else had ever extended a helping hand to her.
Who could understand that this was the first time in more than 20 years that she was rescued.
There is no need to abandon her again because of interests or because of her humbleness!
Being cherished for the first time made the strength she had pretended to be for many years collapse, and all her grievances came out.
It turns out that it's not that she doesn't long for someone to pity her, it's just that there are too many cruel realities, too many deceptions and uses, so that she never dares to expect that she will be loved by others.
She really hopes that she will not always be a piece of grass, but can eventually become someone else's treasure.
Be cherished and loved.
"I asked you to cry, but you really cried. You cried so miserably, and others thought I was bullying you!" Ji Mo looked helplessly at her crying so painfully.
Suddenly I realized that I didn't know this woman that well.