81. Chapter 81 Mu Wanqing, I see you looking, die!
However, you don’t care about anything, you don’t know anything, and you don’t want anything…
Listening to Mu Wanqing's thin and broken sobs, Yang Mufan felt as if he had been greatly wronged. He couldn't help but feel a raging anger that could not be extinguished in his chest. He gritted his teeth and yelled: "Mu Wanqing, you
If you continue to cry and disturb my sleep, believe it or not, I will kick you out of the window?!"
The earth-shattering roar made the whole house shake violently.
Mu Wanqing shuddered, immediately opened her mouth, bit the back of her hand, and blocked her mouth to prevent any cries from leaking out and disturbing him.
However, I wonder if when a person particularly cares about one thing, especially wants to do it well, and especially wants to do it perfectly, it will be self-defeating.
This is what Mu Wanqing is like at this moment.
She obviously wanted to restrain herself and not make any noise, but the result was: she couldn't control herself and choked up, sobbing.
When Yang Mufan saw that not only did she not stop crying obediently, but she cried harder and harder without fear of death, he couldn't help but get furious.
Unable to bear it anymore, he suddenly sat up, turned on the desk lamp and the wall lamp on the bedside wall, and yelled angrily: "Mu Wanqing, I see you looking for death!"
In an instant, the dark bedroom was illuminated brightly.
Yang Mufan's extremely threatening and lethal eyes were like a sharp sword, shooting sharply and fiercely at Mu Wanqing.
Seeing this, Mu Wanqing was frightened, and her three souls and seven souls seemed to have been shaken out of her body.
As early as the moment when Yang Mufan sat up and turned on the light, Mu Wanqing had already keenly sensed the danger. She quickly sat up and then huddled in the corner of the sofa in fear, looking at Yang Mufan in fear.
She choked up indistinctly: "Mu Fan, can you stop being so cruel?! Can you stop scolding me?! I know that crying will make you angry. I also want to listen to you and stop crying.
The sound will no longer make you hate me even more, but... I really can't stop it. Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu... Look, I really can't stop it."
The more she tried desperately to stop, the harder she cried.
Yang Mufan, with a livid handsome face, sat coldly on the sofa, gouging her out.
I saw clearly: her face was full of tears, her big clear eyes with clear black and white were filled with tears, and they were red and swollen from crying; her little hand, which kept wiping the tears on her face randomly, had been bitten by her at some point.
Blood marks, bright red blood, spilled from the tooth marks one after another, and then slid down the back of her hand, dripping on her snow-white pajamas, like the most dazzling red plums blooming in the snow...
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That night, Yang Mufan had an extremely restless sleep. He had not dreamed for a long, long time, and he had not dreamed of the chaotic and dark past that made him miserable and made life worse than death.
The sky in the dream was hazy, dark, and the gray clouds were thick and heavy, weighing low on his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe.
He ran with all his strength, but from beginning to end, he could not get rid of the vast white mist that enveloped him in layers.
He stood on the road with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
Just when he was about to take a step forward and continue running, suddenly...
