363 The Clouds Were Tears and the Blossoms Became Sad
After giving the medicine, she became quiet and lay motionless. He sat next to her and looked at her without blinking.
When did you fall in love with her?
Did you fall in love the first time you met?
Her eyes are like stars and her smile is so warm.
He is like moss growing in the dark, damp and cold. Everyone says he is evil, arrogant and cruel, but no one knows that he longs for sunshine more than anyone else.
He couldn't remember what his biological mother looked like. From the time he could remember, there was only a violent, cold and aloof father in his world, and an insidious, vicious and addicted stepmother who abused him.
He grew up under the abuse of sticks by his stepmother, who used various methods to torture him until he was ten years old.
When he was twelve years old, his stepmother had an affair with another man, and he secretly informed his father. He saw with his own eyes that his furious and manic father smashed his stepmother's head with a cane.
He was like a poisonous snake that lived in a cold and dark place, dormant for ten years, and when he was twelve years old, he grabbed his stepmother's vital part and killed her with one blow.
Since then, no one has been able to hurt him at all, including his father.
He is ruthless and resourceful, he can plot and scheme, he can also be dormant and forbearing, he cannot love but only hate. In this world, as long as he sets his sights on the goal, he will only succeed and never fail.
At this moment, she, lying quietly beside him, was the only exception in his life.
Her clear eyes were as clear as ink and landscape. She was so warm and was the first ray of sunshine that shone into his heart.
She was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to destroy her.
He wanted to use hatred to carve himself into her heart.
He succeeded, but regretted it!
He hates how fate plays tricks on people. He will never be the one favored by fate.
His mother abandoned him shortly after he was born, and the girl he loved most refused to even give him a caring look.
In the future, when she meets him again, she and he will not even be strangers. When she sees him again, her eyes will only be full of bone-gnawing poison and hatred.
Frustration, pain, despair, and all kinds of emotions surrounded him. He seemed to be back in the winter when he was abused by his stepmother when he was four or five years old, kneeling on the pale white ice, and the blood soaked the ground under him...
It hurts, it just hurts...
Xiao Huanhuan lay quietly all night, and Luan Qiumo sat quietly on the ground all night.
She closed her eyes and breathed evenly, and he stared closely at her beautiful sleeping face, reluctant to blink.
Until the first ray of morning light appeared in the east, Xiao Huanhuan slowly opened his eyes, and Luan Qiumo hated it for the first time, why did the long night suddenly become shorter, and why did the dawn come so suddenly?
"Are you awake?" He looked at her with a gentle smile, as if nothing had ever happened between them. They had been friends for many years, and she was staying at his house. When she woke up, he asked with concern: "How did you sleep last night?"
After a moment of hesitation, Xiao Huanhuan sat up and without looking, picked up the vase on the bedside table and threw it at his head.
Such smooth movements were completed in one go. I was really disgusted to the extreme and made such a natural reaction.
There was a "bang", and his head was bleeding. The sticky blood dripped down his forehead and slid across his pale and evil face. He didn't say anything, and even his eyes were as calm as water, without a trace of surprise.
He just quietly took out a pile of tissues, pressed the wound, and looked at her quietly, "I'll tell my men to prepare a car and take you back."
After saying that, he turned and left.
The clouds have shed tears, the flowers have become mourning, and he has made the wrong choice.
In this life, they can only be enemies.
Xiao Huanhuan walked to the door and was stopped by Luan Qiumo. The wound on his head had not been treated yet, and the blood was a little dry. He looked a bit ferocious and terrifying, but he smiled quietly and didn't care at all, "Huanhuan, I
I will send you and your friends back without touching you one bit. The only condition is that I want you to treasure that little evening gift carefully for the rest of your life!"
Xiao Huanhuan stared at him, her eyes as deep as the sea.
She couldn't see through him.
I can't see through this young man who is alternately hot and cold, cunning and cunning.
Everything he said and everything he did cannot be inferred by common sense.
Including this last sentence, it is the most baffling.
He released her and Xiao Xuan'er safe and sound, and the condition he proposed was not money or marriage, but that she should keep a piece of clothing!
Simply unbelievable!
"Believe me!" He seemed to be looking at her, and seemed to be looking through her to the farthest place. He sighed and spoke softly, "This is the most authentic and pure thing I have ever bought in my life! Buy it.
When I was young, I never thought that there would be something so clean in my soul, Luan Qiumo."
He curled his lips in self-mockery, looking particularly sad and sad, "So...this is the condition in exchange for your safety! No matter what the future holds between us, whether I am a bad guy or a devil, I ask you to pay attention to this little evening gift."
Store it carefully and keep it with you forever!"
It sounded weird, but it seemed that she had no other choice but to agree. She nodded. Luan Qiumo opened the door and said softly to her back: "Goodbye, my dear!"
Very ordinary words, he said them in such a deep and tangled tone, as if giving these words a strange life, which made Xiao Huanhuan's heart tremble, his body stiffened, he hesitated for a few seconds, and finally did not look back.
's departure.
A spacious and comfortable RV was parked outside the villa. Mo Xuan was sleeping peacefully, with a flushed face and a blanket carefully covering her body.
The moment she saw Mo Xuan, she shed tears that she had endured all night. She rushed over and hugged Mo Xuan into her arms.
"I hate it!" Mo Xuan muttered, but did not push her away. Instead, he retreated deeper into her arms, hugging her and sleeping more soundly.
Xiao Huanhuan hugged her, feeling that this was the cutest and most precious moment.
The experience last night was like riding a roller coaster, thrilling, with the possibility of being shattered to pieces at any time and irreversible. At this moment, she could still hold little Xuan'er, sleeping without any injuries and smelling sweet, as if she was in another world.
She swore that she would never be so reckless, impulsive, and reckless again, because she still had Jiang Yifan, Mo Xuan, her parents, her brothers, and... Ye Cheng in her life!
Her life was bought by Ye Cheng with his legs, how could she commit suicide so easily?
Back at Xinghai Academy, Xiao Huanhuan woke up Mo Xuan, but Mo Xuan refused, grabbing her clothes, her eyes dimmed, her mouth pouted and coquettishly said, "I hate it, let me sleep a little longer!"
The driver of the Luan family sitting in front gave a kind smile. Xiao Huanhuan reluctantly took her hand and got out of the car, "Go back and sleep. You can sleep as long as you want!"
Mo Xuan followed Xiao Huanhuan for a few steps in a daze before suddenly waking up, "Huanhuan, we are back? Where is that big pervert? Did he do anything to you? Were you injured? Damn it! Why did I suddenly
