Listening to her overt and covert sarcasm, he admired Fan Ying's sharp-tongued eyebrows. He suddenly frowned and said in a stern voice: "Tell me, what will it take for you to calm down and be willing to forgive me and return to my family again?"
By my side?!”
Mu Wanqing's lips, which were so painful from his kiss, curled up coldly: "Death! If you go die, I will consider forgiving you!!"
After the words fell, the dark room fell into dead silence.
It was quiet, except for their breathing and heartbeats, which sounded rhythmically.
"What?! Are you afraid of death?!" Seeing that he no longer said anything, Mu Wanqing sneered slightly, paused slightly in her tone, and then gritted her teeth viciously, "Since you are so afraid of death, don't
Come and embarrass yourself in front of me!"
After speaking, Mu Wanqing raised her hand again, trying to push him away.
But Yang Mufan suddenly pulled away before she made a move.
Mu Wanqing remained pressed against the wall by him and couldn't help but sneer. She really thought that admiring Mu Fan was not afraid of heaven or earth, but in the end...it wasn't because she was greedy for life and afraid of death!
Ha~!
Mu Wanqing raised her lips in disdain, smoothed her hair out of habit, and planned to turn around and leave.
However, before he could move away, the light in the room was suddenly turned on.
The snow-white dazzling light dispels the darkness, leaving the darkness nowhere to hide in the room.
Mu Wanqing narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at the man who ran up to the table and suddenly grabbed the fruit knife from the fruit plate, looking at her expressionlessly.
"If I die, will you come back to me?!" Yang Mufan spoke in a low-key tone, but he didn't mean to be joking.
Seeing Mu Wanqing, who was wearing a slim-fitting black dress, just standing at the door with no intention of saying anything, Yang Mufan slashed her arm hard with a sharp fruit knife.
Suddenly, the strong smell of blood quickly spread in the air.
Mu Wanqing looked at the bright red blood, like broken beads, falling drop by drop on the light-colored floor that was so clean that it could reflect people's figures, and her slender willow eyebrows frowned deeply.
At this moment, Yang Mufan's eyes were cold, his expression was indifferent, and his indifferent and uncaring look was very similar to that of a fruit knife that cut not himself, but... someone else.
Seeing that Mu Wanqing didn't respond, Yang Mufan didn't seem to be too lazy to speak anymore. He just pressed his thin lips with cold lines harder, then turned to the second knife and slashed it hard without politeness.
Seeing that Mu Wanqing still didn't respond, he raised the fruit knife to make the third cut.
"Yang Mufan, you're crazy!" Before the knife could fall, Mu Wanqing rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.
Admiring Fan's black eyes, as cold as the abyss, finally gradually revealed wisps of smiles.
He said: "Mu Wanqing, admit it, you still have me in your heart, you still like me, and you still care about me!"
Mu Wanqing's eyes were red, and she shook his hand away, clawing at him angrily: "Isn't it too ridiculous and childish to prove that I still like you and care about you in this way?! Yang Mufan, first of all
Not to mention that today is my party, if someone dies here, what kind of crime will I bear? After all, we grew up together, and no matter how cold-blooded I am, I am not as cold-blooded as you. If you want to die, don’t make me feel like this in front of me.
, you are no different from a woman who cries, makes trouble, and hangs herself! My time is precious, and I don’t have time to waste time with you here, so I won’t keep you company.”
After speaking, Mu Wanqing turned around and strode away.
As he held the door lock with his hand, Yang Mufan's voice filled with despair and silence suddenly came: "Mu Wanqing, I love you!"
