Chapter 125 (1/2)

Half a year ago, she said the same thing on the stormy sea. Mo Yanrui will never forget the pain in her heart at that time.

Now, she mentioned again, his heart was shaking, ”no way.” Mo Yanrui's tone was calm. Although he refused, he was not as cold as half a year ago.

Sure enough, he would not agree.

Mu Qingxuan's eyes flash with layers of loss. She turns her head slightly, and the whole person is shrouded in the atmosphere of sadness. For a long time, the corners of her lips suddenly touch a radian, hanging on the delicate side face, which is particularly charming.

”What if I had to take it?” The voice is cold and firm.

A sudden brake, the car stopped at the side of the road, Mo Yanrui's calm face swept by, not happy, even the double eyebrows are wrinkled again, ”do you want to leave me so?”

I can't hear what kind of tone he used to say this sentence. It's just that the loneliness on his face flashed by quietly fell into Mu Qingxuan's eyes.

Does he really still feel distressed?

Mu Qingxuan looks down. She thinks that he will not be distressed by his thoughtfulness, but that makes Mu Qingxuan have the illusion that he loves her.

Yes, it must be an illusion.

Thinking of this, the guilt on Mu Qingxuan's face subsides. He turns to look at the man beside him. The sun shines on him. Although surrounded by the sun, the whole person emits cold light. His golden hair moves. He looks ahead and doesn't know what to think.

After waiting for his response for a long time, Mu Qingxuan could not sit still. She opened her mouth to say something, but Mo Yanrui said, ”Xiaochen hasn't been accompanied by you for five years and has been suffering from depression. Now it's hard to slow down. Do you want him to lose his father?”

In a word, Mu Qingxuan was slightly stunned.

Yes, she doesn't seem to consider Xiaochen's feelings. It seems that she is selfish, but she can't get along with Mo Yanrui any more.

As if to see her heart, Mo Yanrui sighed, ”why don't you believe that I really love you?” It seems to ask, but also seems to be helpless, ”as early as five years ago, I told you, I love you, right?”

Love?

Mu Qingxuan laughs at herself. She shakes her head: ”five years ago, you knew what I was looking for, but you made fun of me and fooled me around. What were you thinking at that time?”

”That's what lincici told you.” It's not a question, it's a certainty.

”So what?”

Mu Qingxuan lowers her head, can't see her expression at the moment, and her tone is cold and flat.

The man's long and dense eyelashes curled slightly, covering his deep eyes. His calm eyes were unpredictable. ”You haven't seen her this time.”

Hearing this, Mu Qingxuan feels as if this is the case. Lin Xixi has always been pestering Mo Yanrui, but she has never seen her figure when she comes back this time.