Chapter 140 (1/2)
”Ali, do you know how much persistence and courage it takes to like someone for ten years?”
Ji Tianming looks at the man who is still indifferent, pauses a little, and continues,
”What's more, Miaomiao is still a girl, but she never gives up, no matter how cold you treat her.
And you enjoy the wonderful ten years of love.
Mo Li, you are my brother and the man I admire, but---
This time, we can't understand your wonderful way of doing things, and we can't even understand it---
forgive.
Or, Ali, can you forgive yourself? ”
Forgive himself, ha ha, this life will not, will not
Ink from the rigid back, a light shake.
Ji Tianming's deep eyes are as obscure as deep. A dark light of ink is fleeting,
”If it were me, I would hold her hand tightly.
Tell her I love her... ”
……
Tell her, love her?
Mo Li smiles.
Raised the eyelids looking at the ceiling, bit by bit closed tightly, hiding that layer of deep Zhuo ran.
However, the fists hanging on both sides, white joints, in the cold dark room, more dazzling.
When Ji Tianming saw that Mo Li was trembling slightly, his cold smoke eyes suddenly jumped and became more heavy!
Cold charm of the body, suddenly stood up from the desk in front of the black leather seat.
Ji Tianming's more and more cold eyes fell on Mo Li's sad and lonely face and asked harshly,
”Ah Li, are you hiding something from us?”
……
A sudden ”Shua”---
Mo Li opened his eyes indifferently and said to Ji Tianming's eyes without any expression,
”No
Then, the wooden turn around, the body can not see a little temperature, straight toward the door of the room.
Looking at Mo Li's back, Ji Tianming's face sinks deeper.
……
Out of the room of the man, the whole person is like a lost soul like shell.
On his wooden face, there is no sign of popularity, decadence, desolation, desolation
Where is Mo Li, the supreme leader of dark fire!
No one can see, that empty body, broken into foam heart, already a bloody piece.
Because there is nothing we can do, we can't let it go.
Sorry, Miaomiao
Empty eyes, suddenly like the coldest cold air in Siberia, filled with the whole originally indifferent and chaotic eyes.
Instant---
Floating up a layer of ice mist, and then the condensation of ice beads, mercilessly fell down, with the stiff steps of Mo Li, along the broken ground
All of a sudden---
The sound of ”Wu”, in the pocket of the chest of the coat, the mobile phone vibrated, awakened the man who was about to be attacked by cold and collapse.
……
Provence, France.
In front of the old castle, a purple romantic lavender.
A sea of purple flowers---
A touch of snow white Jiao Ying, skirt flying, with the breeze, purple flying.
Become the most beautiful person, the most beautiful painting in the world
”Henry, come on!”