After being rescued, she sat by the pool, crying and scolding him: "Yang Mufan, are you an idiot or a fool?! Why did you jump down when you obviously can't swim?! What should I do if something happens to you..."
His face was pale, without any trace of blood, and his expression was as cold and calm as ever. He spoke in a light tone, as if joking, but also serious: "It would be best if we died together. In this case, after going to hell, I can continue to humiliate you."
At that moment, after listening to his words, she cried more and more violently. She thought several times: In fact, those who admire her like her love her in a corner that she doesn't know and can't reach, and they like her so much that they go crazy. , you can even risk your life...
However, in this world, there is one kind of obstacle called Yang Muchen, and there is another kind of obstacle called Shen Mengxin.
Because of them, I admired Fan but couldn't love her, and the words "can't love" said too much to himself for too long, so he really didn't love her anymore.
If it weren't for them, they might have been together a long time ago.
Like ordinary lovers, they will first hold hands, then hug, then kiss, then go to bed, and finally have their children.
Instead of like now, the other way around.
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Immersed in the memories of the past, Mu Wanqing was happy on the one hand, but heartbroken on the other.
She was in a deep sleep. The second before her thoughts were drowned in darkness, she whispered: "Yang Mufan...can you tell me, have you ever loved me, even for a second..."
The sound was as thin as a dust particle, as if there was nothing there, and a wisp of breeze seemed to blow away the smoke without leaving a trace. However, every word was clearly transmitted to Yang Mufan's ears.
The gloomy and deep eyes, the color of the brown pupils suddenly deepened.
He turned to look at the dark night outside the house, narrowed his eyes slightly, fell into deep thought, and remained silent for a long time...
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The next day, before dawn, Mu Wanqing was shaken awake by Yang Mufan.
While Yang Mufan slowly took off his clothes, he said in a deep voice to the dizzy woman who couldn't tell the difference between east, west, east and west: "Put on your clothes, and then find a place to hide. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to step on the ground without my instructions." Half a step out of the cabin."
Mu Wanqing nodded blankly, tightly wrapped her body in the military coat that still retained the warmth of Yang Mufan, and squatted sleepily in a hidden corner where the most debris was piled up.
As for Yang Mufan, he put the clothes and trousers on the shelf next to the campfire on himself slowly and leisurely. While fastening the buttons, he alertly caught the negligible rustling sound coming from the grass outside... …
The black eyes quickly surged with endless dangerous murderous intent. He rolled with a beautiful agility and grabbed the sharpened branch that was placed by the door last night. His body was as fast as lightning, and with a "whoosh" sound, he was like a life-threatening Satan, rushing towards him coldly. Get out of the cabin.
A series of powerful flying kicks knocked away the two men in black who were the first to rush towards the wooden house with submachine guns. Then, he made a neat and beautiful roll in mid-air. The moment his feet landed firmly on the ground, he struck hard with his left hand. He grabbed the throat of a man in black, and the sharp branch in his right hand had already pierced the heart of another man in black.
In an instant, the air filled with the smell of earth and grass, and the rich smell of blood, spread little by little—
