93. Chapter 93 I will never have a mother from now on! 4
Long Qingtian sighed deeply, looked at this woman who didn't know right from wrong, explained the photo incident in the simplest words, and finally said: "Aunt Mo, you need to go to Dongjiao No. 1 Middle School in person."
After saying this, he strode out and chased after him.
Mo Jiayi stumbled down the stairs in three or two steps. Just as she was about to rush out and pull Mo Jiu back, a sharp scream suddenly pierced the night sky!
"ah……!"
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The night is cold and dark.
Walking out of the Mo family's old house, Mo Jiu walked on the road.
The sadness in her heart was still coming in waves. The outbreak at Mo's house was like a trigger, and the pain was like a flood bursting its banks, surging and drowning her.
My heart still hurts.
The wound on the arm is burning.
There was darkness before his eyes, but Mo Jiu felt no fear, only a sense of despair and confusion.
Something seemed to be blocked in her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. She choked and couldn't stop.
The tears in his eyes flowed out involuntarily. Mo Jiu raised his head and smiled sarcastically: Are ten years of tears going to be shed at this moment?
Wearing high heels on her feet was very inconvenient. As she walked, her feet staggered. The eight-centimeter-high shoes swayed from side to side. She felt like a drunkard, unable to keep her body steady.
Snapped!
Mo Jiu sat down on the ground.
No matter where she was, or whether there was a car behind her or in front of her, she just sat there, angrily tore off her high heels and threw them forward!
Then she hugged her knees with her arms, curled up into a ball, buried her head in her knees, and let her tears slide down.
Behind Mo Jiu, a black Land Rover followed closely. Long Qingtian in the car quickly stopped when Mo Jiu started to sway from side to side.
Step by step, he slowly came behind Mo Jiu, looking at this woman who had always been like a hedgehog since they met her. Little by little, her defenses collapsed in front of him.
This is not the first time that the girl has cried, but this is the most heartbreaking time for Long Qingtian.
He squatted down.
Mojiu knew that Long Qingtian had been following her.
She cried and cried, and her tears kept flowing as if they were free of charge. She couldn't stop. On this quiet road, the only sound left was her choking.
A long, long time.
Mo Jiu raised her head and looked at Long Qingtian with tearful eyes. She twitched her lips, but found that she couldn't laugh.
Long Qingtian put his big hand hesitantly on her shoulder and patted her gently: "You don't have to do this in front of me."
You don’t have to do this, do you mean you don’t have to pretend to be strong?
In her blurred vision, she could see that Long Qingtian was still wearing the suit he wore at the dinner.
In the dark night, under the moonlight, the man was cold and the girl was delicate, but Mojiu knew that at this moment, his eyes must be red and swollen, ugly and embarrassed.
Why?
Mo Jiu felt it was unfair. Why did Long Qingtian always have an excellent temperament, but he had to be like an ugly duckling?
She suddenly turned around and hugged the man's waist directly.
Long Qingtian subconsciously wanted to reach out and push her away, but his hand paused in mid-air. He suddenly thought that the girl was already so sad. Would it be too cruel for him to push her away at this moment?
Mr. Long, who has always killed without blinking an eye and was ruthless, would actually think of the word cruel at this moment. If Yu Zhuo and Gong Chen knew about it, they would probably laugh out loud.
You could feel the man's body stiffen, and Mo Jiu finally felt more balanced.
