The two of them touched their shoulders inadvertently, and before Ye Anan had time to react——
"ah--"
Accompanied by exclamations, the whole person rushed backward.
Suddenly, a pair of big hands hooked her slender waist, and then lifted her up forcefully. Before she could react, she fell into a strong embrace.
Ye Anan did not feel any pain, but heard a warm voice above her head: "Are you okay?"
She was at a loss for a while, and her heartbeat slowly calmed down. Then, after realizing it, she opened her eyes and saw a handsome face as gentle as jade.
Ye Anan stayed for a while, then reacted immediately, withdrew from his arms, stumbled and said: "You... how do you... walk like this?!"
Mo Ziling lowered her eyes, said lightly "I'm sorry" and left in a hurry.
Ye Anan stared at Mo Ziling's back blankly, what on earth is going on with this person?
"An An?" Zhong Qing's voice sounded from behind: "What are you doing standing there?"
Ye Anan looked back and shrugged: "I bumped into a weirdo!"
"Weird?!" Zhong Qing was surprised. She raised her eyes and saw Mo Ziling's back from a distance. She suddenly asked, "You mean Brother Mo?"
Ye Anan frowned: "So his surname is Mo?"
When the scene in the massage room was heard, Zhong Qing couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Mo is not a weirdo, he is a poor person."
"What's the meaning?"
Zhongqing shook her head and suddenly thought of her.
If something really happened to her, would Yan be like brother Mo and his eldest cousin?
…
…
Mo Ziling walked to her car, opened the door, got in, and then quickly closed the door, cutting off the outside world.
Just like when I return to that cold home, I can't help but take off all the disguises, lean back on the chair in despair, and close my eyes weakly.
Those slender hands were still trembling slightly.
In my heart, I can still vaguely feel the pain that never stops.
Mo Ziling, Mo Ziling, if you weren't so arrogant back then, Furong wouldn't have left.
You deserve it!
you deserve it!
As he thought about it, Mo Ziling's eyes became hot. He covered his cheeks and his shoulders twitched slightly.
In the end, tears fell down one by one.
It hit his clothes and burned his heart.
A man doesn't shed tears easily because he hasn't reached the point of sadness.
How sad can a man be to cry again and again?!
Mo Ziling didn't know, he only knew that he really regretted himself at this moment.
I regret so much that every time I think about it, it hurts beyond measure.
Faintly, he heard his own choking voice: "I'm sorry, Furong... I shouldn't give up on you so easily, I really shouldn't..."
…
…
Xia Zhenai lay drowsily on the big bed, with a pair of warm big hands holding her little hand.
"Zhenai, wake up..."
She vaguely felt a hand touching her forehead from time to time, feeling her body temperature.
After each attack, she felt weak and weak.
No strength at all.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw the familiar environment, her bedroom.
Remembering that before she fainted, she was ill.
"Are you feeling okay?" came a low-pitched voice.
Xia Zhenai slowly looked sideways and saw Leng Haoxuan.
His throat was so dry that he moved his lips with difficulty, and his voice was so hoarse: "Haoxuan, I'm fine, don't worry, okay?" The two of them touched their shoulders inadvertently, and before Ye Anan had time to react -
"ah--"
Accompanied by exclamations, the whole person rushed backward.
Suddenly, a pair of big hands hooked her slender waist, and then lifted her up forcefully. Before she could react, she fell into a strong embrace.
Ye Anan did not feel any pain, but heard a warm voice above her head: "Are you okay?"
She was at a loss for a while, and her heartbeat slowly calmed down. Then, after realizing it, she opened her eyes and saw a handsome face as gentle as jade.
Ye Anan stayed for a while, then reacted immediately, withdrew from his arms, stumbled and said: "You... how do you... walk like this?!"
Mo Ziling lowered her eyes, said lightly "I'm sorry" and left in a hurry.
Ye Anan stared at Mo Ziling's back blankly, what on earth is going on with this person?
"An An?" Zhong Qing's voice sounded from behind: "What are you doing standing there?"
Ye Anan looked back and shrugged: "I bumped into a weirdo!"
"Weird?!" Zhong Qing was surprised. She raised her eyes and saw Mo Ziling's back from a distance. She suddenly asked, "You mean Brother Mo?"
Ye Anan frowned: "So his surname is Mo?"
When the scene in the massage room was heard, Zhong Qing couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Mo is not a weirdo, he is a poor person."
"What's the meaning?"
Zhongqing shook her head and suddenly thought of her.
If something really happened to her, would Yan be like brother Mo and his eldest cousin?
…
…
Mo Ziling walked to her car, opened the door, got in, and then quickly closed the door, cutting off the outside world.
Just like when I return to that cold home, I can't help but take off all the disguises, lean back on the chair in despair, and close my eyes weakly.
Those slender hands were still trembling slightly.
In my heart, I can still vaguely feel the pain that never stops.
Mo Ziling, Mo Ziling, if you weren't so arrogant back then, Furong wouldn't have left.
You deserve it!
you deserve it!
As he thought about it, Mo Ziling's eyes became hot. He covered his cheeks and his shoulders twitched slightly.
In the end, tears fell down one by one.
It hit his clothes and burned his heart.
A man doesn't shed tears easily because he hasn't reached the point of sadness.
How sad can a man be to cry again and again?!
Mo Ziling didn't know, he only knew that he really regretted himself at this moment.
I regret so much that every time I think about it, it hurts beyond measure.
Faintly, he heard his own choking voice: "I'm sorry, Furong... I shouldn't give up on you so easily, I really shouldn't..."
…
…
Xia Zhenai lay drowsily on the big bed, with a pair of warm big hands holding her little hand.
"Zhenai, wake up..."
She vaguely felt a hand touching her forehead from time to time, feeling her body temperature.
After each attack, she felt weak and weak.
No strength at all.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw the familiar environment, her bedroom.
Remembering that before she fainted, she was ill.
"Are you feeling okay?" came a low-pitched voice.
Xia Zhenai slowly looked sideways and saw Leng Haoxuan.
My throat was so dry, I moved my lips with difficulty, and my voice was hoarse: "Haoxuan, I'm fine, don't worry, okay?"