Chapter 1032

"Promise me that you will have a good life without me?"

Song Xiaoya has been crying for a long time, heartache into a piece.

Mu Junhao unprecedented panic, he hugged song Xiaoya's arm, as if to rub her into his body.

"Xiaoya, it's not like this, it's not like this! I can't let you leave me, I can't! "

Mu Junhao's low voice turned to choking at the end.

Song Xiaoya's tears are more fierce, and her heart is about to die.

Her hands kept hammering Mu Junhao's chest, "you say, what do you say we should do? I don't want to be with you anymore! I didn't believe in love, my family My parents loved each other so much in those years. At last, the man got out of the way. The woman came to the house with her children. The snowy weather drove my mother and I out of the house. I thought there was no love in the world, and I had no expectation at all... "

Mu Junhao let her beat herself, tall voice and shadow motionless.

He knew it. He always knew it.

In a way, they are the same kind of people.

They don't believe in love, but who knows, they are more eager to be loved than anyone else.

Have a fragile and sensitive heart.

Song Xiaoya doesn't know why she cried and why she cried so much.

She only knew that there was a Li Weiwei between them, and there would be no future.

Mu Junhao hugged her more tightly, with a low voice and indescribable heaviness, "Xiaoya, I'm sorry, if you want to hit me, just hit me, but ignore me!"

While crying, song Xiaoya beats Mu Junhao hard.

Like to vent all the resentment, until tired, just like lost all the strength, hands powerless to hang down.

Qingli's small face, squeeze out a smile that is uglier than crying.

"Mu Junhao, go! Don't come back to me and Reggie in the future! "

Want to break clean, long pain is better than short pain, even at the beginning will be painful to want to die, even if leave him to bear the pain, but time will wear everything away.

No matter how deep the wound is, it will heal one day.

In this world, no one can't live without him.

Mu Junhao looks at Song Xiaoya's determined expression, and his heart is suffocating.

"No! Xiaoya, please don't look at me like that! "

Song Xiaoya pushes away his hand and walks towards the villa without looking back.

Mu Junhao looks at Song Xiaoya's back, tall figure, in the rain, instantly become bent up.

He watched her figure disappear at the door, and his fingers gradually clenched.

Song Xiaoya's heartache increases by one point with every step she takes.

She knew that his eyes fell on her, but restrained herself from looking back.

Lotus root broken is a big taboo of emotion, she has always been a decisive person.

Be cruel to others, even harder to yourself.

She doesn't expect anything that doesn't belong to her.

As soon as she entered the door, winjo took her hand and put a warm coat over her.

She had just been by the window, looking out of the room.

She hugged song Xiaoya's shoulder tightly and took her to the sofa in the middle of the room to sit down.

Looking at Song Xiaoya's whole body wet, cold, cold like a stone.

She quickly ordered the servant to cook ginger tea, and put a warm handbag in Song Xiaoya's hand.

"Xiaoya, don't be sad! Such a man is not worth your grief at all. "

"No It's not... "

Song Xiaoya reaches out to wipe her tears and subconsciously refutes her friend's words.

Wen Qiao eyes nose nose heart, tentatively said: "Mu Junhao this person is a full asshole, you still don't give him a good word, with you again but make other people's stomach, such a man is a real scum man!"

“……”

"Big scum man!"

“……”

The more Wen Qiao said, the more angry he was. He picked up his mobile phone and started to make a phone call. "No, I want to make a phone call to Feng Bei."

Song Xiaoya looked puzzled, "what's the matter? What are you calling him for? "

"Such a man doesn't deserve to be his brother at all. I want him to stay away from such a scum man as Mu Junhao in the future."

Before he could finish speaking, winjo's slender fingers began to press the number keys on the keyboard.

Song Xiaoya was surprised. Before she had time to think about why she would do this, the action on her hand was prior to the action on her brain, and she grabbed Wenqiao's hand.

"No way!"

Looking at Song Xiaoya's nervous face, Wenqiao blinked his big eyes and asked: "why? Such a scum man, are you still soft hearted? ""I..." Song Xiaoya was entangled in her heart and bit her lip. "He's not a scum man!" she said

Wenqiao knew this result for a long time. She asked with a puzzled face: "since you don't think he's a scum man, why did you cry just now?"

"I..."

Song Xiaoya was so conflicted that she held the cup tightly with her fingers, "I He didn't know it would be like this, and he didn't know Li Weiwei would be pregnant. "

Finally, the topic came up.

Before, Wenqiao wanted to ask her about Li Weiwei and Mu Junhao, but she was afraid that she would hurt her sister's heart. Moreover, song Xiaoya was obviously reluctant to say more. She just wanted to help.

Wenqiao earnestly induce, frown tightly, as if song Xiaoya said something shocking words, "Xiaoya, how can you say such words? He's making other people's stomachs big, and you're still making excuses for him. You're hopeless. "

"No! It's not like that

"What's that like?" Wenjo continued, puzzled.

She thinks that now Song Xiaoya has a knot in her heart. If someone suddenly tells her that Li Fengbei and other women have children, she will go crazy. She will be more sad than song Xiaoya.

The heating in the room is fully on. Song Xiaoya's cold body warms up in a short time, but his heart can't warm up.

She took a sip of the hot tea and said, "he's innocent, too! He was calculated by Mrs. mu... "

Smell speech, Wen Qiao's small fist is clenched tightly, matchless indignant ground says: "what does Mu madam want to do after all?"

She looked at the door. The man stood upright in the rain and sighed softly: "she is so upset about her son, isn't she distressed?"

Wen Qiao looked at Song Xiaoya's face and asked tentatively, "to tell you the truth, it's not mu Junhao's fault at all. He doesn't want to happen this kind of thing himself? Look, now being tossed like this, people are not people, ghosts are not ghosts. Is this the majestic Mu Er Shao before? "

Song Xiaoya chokes and looks at the door along Wen Qiao's line of sight.

At the sight of the man standing in the rain, drenched by the rain, her heart immediately hung high.

Why hasn't he left yet?

It's raining so hard. If it goes on like this, he will be ill!

She held the fingers of the quilt, because too much force, knuckles white, even the cup of hot tea spilled out, hot on the back of her hand, she did not notice.

Wenqiao worried: "Xiaoya, are you ok?"

She took the cup from her hand and anxiously wiped the back of her hand with her handkerchief.

Song Xiaoya's skin is very white and tender. When she is scalded by hot tea, she becomes red and swollen quickly.

Wen Qiao blew the back of song Xiaoya's hand and said to the servant, "go and get some medicine for scalding."

Song Xiaoya drew back her hand and said, "it's OK! It doesn't hurt

What hurt her more than the back of her hand was her heart.

As if the body hurt, the heart will not hurt like that.

She didn't care about her hand, but she kept glancing out the door.

Wen Qiao's clear and beautiful eyes turned, and she knew that she was beginning to love Mu Junhao. Suddenly, she stood in front of the door in such a heavy rain, with a straight face and an angry face, and said, "does Mu Junhao want to get sick?"

As Wenqiao's voice just fell, the figure of the man at the door shook.

Song Xiaoya's heart followed closely for a few minutes. If it wasn't the only reason left, she had already rushed out and scolded Mu Junhao.

Wen Qiao saw that song Xiaoya still didn't move. He was secretly worried, "Xiaoya, if you don't want to see him, I'll find someone to drive him out. If you want to get sick, you can't get sick in front of my house..."

"Mu Junhao!"

Before she had finished her words, song Xiaoya exclaimed, her face changed, she stood up and ran towards the door.