Tempered glass will not break even under high temperatures, but under Long Qingtian's punch, it slowly spread out with his fist as the center, and finally shattered into pieces with a crash.
Long Qingtian's fist was also pierced by some broken glass. He lowered his head and knelt on the sofa. His mountainous body was slightly bent at this moment. His appearance made Mo Jiu dare not approach or touch him.
.
But……
Looking at the blood on the man's hands, how could Mo Jiu sit idly by and ignore it?
She stood up slowly, then turned around and carried Mo Xiaobei upstairs resolutely. There was no guest room in this apartment. Mo Xiaobei was sent to the bedroom by Mo Jiu. After being coaxed to sleep, Mo Jiu walked out of the bedroom and entered skillfully.
Go to the study room and take out the medical kit.
Standing in the corridor on the second floor, Mo Jiu could see that the man maintained his previous actions without moving.
Mo Jiu walked downstairs.
The hostility in the man has dissipated, and only a sense of loneliness is left at this moment. Looking from above, it feels quite a bit like a hero's loneliness.
This feeling made Mo Jiu feel distressed inexplicably.
She walked down the stairs step by step.
Long Qingtian heard her footsteps and suddenly raised his head!
The moment he raised his head, for the first time, a hint of fragile emotion appeared in his dark eyes!
That trace of emotion came quickly, but went away even faster, so fast that Mo Jiu felt like he was hallucinating. This man was strong and courageous at all times. How could he be fragile? It is estimated that the Republic and the world would regard him as such.
a joke!
In fact, Long Qingtian is indeed lonely and fragile.
He felt her carrying Mo Xiaobei upstairs, and suddenly something felt uncomfortable in his heart.
He felt like he was an abandoned puppy. Mo had a daughter soon, so he... wasn't as interested in him as before, right?
So from the moment they met until now, she has not even asked a question about her getting married!
As time passed by, he felt more and more vulnerable.
For five years, the only thought that kept him alive was that Xiao Jiu was waiting for him somewhere in the world.
But today, he suddenly discovered that his Mojiu had grown up and had a child of his own, and no longer needed him... In other words, she had lived a good life without him in the past five years!
With this thought, it grew crazily and became unstoppable.
It wasn't until Mo Jiu appeared in the corridor again, until he saw the medical kit in her hand, that Long Qingtian's heart suddenly calmed down.
But then I felt ridiculous.
How could he, a thirty-year-old man, have such thoughts?
Mo Jiu didn't know the complexity in Long Qingtian's heart at this moment. She slowly came to Long Qingtian with the medical kit, paused and forced herself to take out his hand, and then used tweezers to carefully remove the gun that had been inserted into his fist.
The fragments were picked out piece by piece.
She lowered her head, and her fine hair was wrapped around her white neck. She looked very serious when working. After seeing the injury on Long Qingtian's fist, her brows furrowed became even more caring.
Long Qingtian suddenly wanted to kiss her.
But……
Just the thought of her having been under another man...
Long Qingtian suddenly felt a wave of irritability in his heart!
He stood up suddenly and strode to the balcony regardless of his arms. Then, he lit a cigarette and stood there.
