Long Qingtian couldn't understand why it was Mo Jiu who was the one who confidently accused him in the end even though he was forcefully kissed?
"Going crazy? Let me tell you, I'm going to go crazy! I won't go home! No one welcomes me in that family, so what should I do if I go back? Neither of you want me, so why should you care about me?!"
My heart felt extremely wronged, and the tears flowed out at once as if they were free of money. It seemed as if I wanted to cry all the tears I had not shed in the past eight years at once.
Mojiu cried for the first time in ten years.
Ten years ago, Grandma Mo passed away. When she was sent away, she did not cry.
When she suddenly lost her living expenses and was living in a mansion in Nuo Da, but couldn't even pay the water and electricity bills, she didn't cry.
She didn't cry even when her nanny disappeared and she moved from a high-end villa to a shabby neighborhood and was criticized for making jokes.
When she was surrounded by a group of thugs and fought with them desperately, leaving her whole body injured, she did not cry.
Even when Han Chaoyang and Lin Ruo treated her like that, and when all the students in the school forced her to apologize, she didn't cry.
But at this moment, she felt extremely aggrieved.
"You all don't like me, you don't even want me anymore, do whatever you want to do to take care of me, you go, I don't want you to take care of me, don't you hate me? Don't you don't want to see me? Then you just treat me like a fart
Isn’t it okay?”
The girl looked very embarrassed at the moment.
Her shawl hair and tears stuck to her face, and her eyes were red. Others could cry like pear blossoms with rain, but Mo Jiu's crying had an ugly look.
His heart shrank slightly, and Long Qingtian's feeling of anger suddenly disappeared without a trace.
The cold breath filled the air, and only Mo Jiu's sobs could be heard in the air, mixed with her intermittent crying and cursing.
a long time.
Long Qingtian let her go and said cold words: "I don't hate you."
The crying stopped.
Long Qingtian paused, looked at the crying little face, and said again: "I don't like you."
Mo Jiu's eyes widened.
She raised her head. Although her face was still ugly, her mood suddenly became joyful.
Her mind was even more confused, and there were still tears on Mo Jiu's face, but she continued to smile stupidly, top-heavy, and walked to the bedroom, "I, I will take a nap first..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she closed the bedroom door with a bang and lay down on the bed.
Time passed by, and under the dim light in the living room, Long Qingtian stood there stupidly, feeling that he was a little confused about the situation.
He frowned and looked at the bedroom door. After thinking about it, he decided to spend the whole night in the living room.
The next day, it was bright and clear, but Mojiu still didn't get up.
Long Qingtian hesitated and finally knocked on the door.
Bang bang!
Long Qingtian knocked on the door for a while but no one answered.
His brows furrowed slightly, and he, who was never very patient, took out a piece of steel wire from his pocket, swung it around twice and heard a click, and the door opened.
There were no lights on in the room and the curtains were closed.
Although it was dim, he had already adapted to various environments. Long Qingtian, who was born in the special forces, locked the target immediately.
On the bed, the girl was curled up like a kitten. In the dim light, she could not be seen clearly, but Long Qingtian's breath was inexplicably stagnant.
According to statistics, most people in the world will curl up in the mother's body when they are injured or helpless, because this is the safest posture in people's subconscious mind.
