Chapter 315： If he dies, dont you ever want to speak again? (2/2)

The man's eyes fell on her fingers, wiping the blood on her hand clean.

Chi Huan bowed his head and looked at his handsome and clear face.

The indifferent eyebrows were full of heavy depression like Yunyan.

The lines of the lower jaw were tight, and the heavy and unpleasant mood was revealed.

There was no communication during the process until the man ran out of a wet wipe and threw trash on the side next to the seat.

Finally, he looked up at the woman's face.

The four eyes are opposite.

”You tell me,” he said in a tone that was almost unflattering. ”You told me you wanted to go shopping alone, but you threw Anke away and met him secretly, why?”

Chi Huan didn't speak, she just looked down at him.

So speechless, finally set off a little bit of anger at the man.

It has been said that the Cold War is not as good as the Hot War.

Silence without a response is more hurtful than quarrel.

Mo Shiqian's voice became stubborn, one word at a time seemed to be forced out of his throat, ”Chi Huan, you speak.”

She looked at the intense emotion in the corners of his eyes and brows.

I felt that my mind and vision seemed calm and clear, and seemed to be blurry.

Chi Huan said quietly, ”I don't want to talk now, let me wait until Mosi wakes up.”

She saw the man's dark pupils crack and crack.

This was probably the first time that she felt successful and hurt him since she broke up and said she didn't know how many bad words.

No matter how she makes trouble, he treats her as unreasonable.

She said he broke up ten thousand times before breaking up.

Even if you occasionally provoke some anger, it is not as good as the usual quarrel with other lovers.

His heart is a copper wall and an iron wall. It can't be shaken, it's hard to hurt, it's hard to get in, and even harder to come out.

Can't hurt him, can't shake him off.

She often feels helpless and distressed, but she is actually more fortunate.

The women in this world said that the breakup might not be all to be detained, but at least nine times out of ten, they hoped that the other party would stay.

If he doesn't stay, she doesn't know how sad she will be.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, and the arc of her thin lips became cold.

His eyes narrowed and he uttered a word without temperature, ”What if he died? Don't you ever want to speak again?”

Chi Huan's eyes widened a little, ”What did you say?”

The man's voice seemed to be mixed with crushed ice, and the meal was slow. ”I said, if he didn't save him and died, are you going to remember him in the future and never talk to me again?”

She took a deep breath and set her face aside.

Although she didn't have any immemorial feelings about Mosi, she couldn't accept the possibility that he would die ...

It's all because of her, if he dies ...

She was killed by her.

With a pain in the jaw, the man held her jaw and pulled it back the next second she moved her face to the emergency room.

His voice was gloomy that she had never heard, ”Chi Huan, don't let me know what you can't see if you really carry me behind him, otherwise I won't let go of that knife he.”

Her jaw hurts.

Chi Huan looked at his eyes and smiled softly, ”He didn't even want his life to save me. Do you think I would forgive you if you do anything to him?”

Ah.

Ha ha.

Hehehe.

Mo Shiqian stared at her red lips, and repeated what she said in her mind.

[He didn't even want his life to save me. 】

[Do you think I will forgive you? 】

The force on the man's fingers became heavier, her name overflowing from the gap between her teeth, ”Chi Huan.”