Chapter 930 (1/2)

”Put it down. Why should I go to her? Miaomiao, I wanted to play with you again, but I was moved by your sincerity and kindness, so I decided to give you freedom and stay away from such a scum like me.” Shen Mo Chen says with a light smile.

Looks cynical.

This sentence, but like a double-edged sword, stabbed her at the same time, holding the sword, in fact, hurt more deeply.

Shuimiaomiao clenched his teeth, and his body was trembling. He said definitely, ”Shen Mochen, I'll give you one last chance. What you said is true, or do you have difficulties to say? I'm not afraid to be dragged down by you. However, you can't cheat me, otherwise, I won't forgive you all my life.”

”You should thank me for letting you go. OK, baby, you know, my company has a lot of things, I really don't have time to waste with you. Hang up, darling, don't pester, if you want me to have a good impression of you.” Shen Mo Chen smiles, straightforward hang up the phone.

Shuimiaomiao stood still and breathed. He felt that he was oppressed by a stone and couldn't breathe.

His tone is so cloud light amorous feelings, understatement, as if, break up, sad only she is the same.

Stabbing the knife into her heart, he also wears a charming smile, which is the real determination.

It makes her feel sad to cry and shameful to be sad.

Therefore, she felt sad to suffocate, but tears could not flow out.

”Beauty, are you ok?” Asked the graduate student with concern.

Shuimiaomiao looks at the person in the Research Institute, and his thoughts are floating. After looking at him for a long time, he remembers that his mobile phone is still in her hand.

She handed her cell phone to the graduate school and nodded.

I can't say anything. I'm afraid I can't say it. My voice is choking.

When she walked out of the door, she heard the person behind her say: ”a bottle of antidote, a bottle of poison, just match, Shen always saved.”

Water Miao Miao pause, eyes gently trembling, eyes flowing water, hand covering the location of heart pain.

It seems that listening is a distant message.

This message has nothing to do with her. Her heart is missing, but she is not qualified to cry and cry.

Shuimiaomiao walked out of the Research Institute in a trance and looked up. It was dark. There was no moon in the sky. There were a few scattered stars. The dim light of street lamp fell on her. A gust of wind blew. It was cold.