Chapter 486

Mo Shiqian said nothing, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and looked at her like a little girl with deep black eyes, who always followed her half a meter away.

He squinted lazily. "How do you like this place?"

She hasn't been anywhere, as for a little girl who came to the seaside for the first time.

Chi Huan smiled at him sideways, his eyes bent. "I like it."

She doesn't particularly like this place either. She has been to Jiangcheng and many beaches, but she has never been in such a mood.

I feel the wind is very comfortable, everything is very comfortable.

Mo Shiqian looks at her and doesn't make a sound for a long time.

Why do you like this woman? In those five years in Paris, he thought about this problem in his spare time of more than 1000 and nearly 2000 nights.

It's a boring question, and there's no answer.

After a long time he came to this conclusion, and then he stopped thinking about it.

She broke his mind with a sudden voice, "Mo is modest."

"Well?"

Chi Huan reached for the island not far away. "Is that island a scenic spot?"

"No."

"Isn't it It looks pretty. "

Ink when modest light way, "is a fishing village."

"Ah Do you have any fish now? "

He laughs. "Of course."

"I haven't played on the island yet."

The man glared at her. "Phuket, Bali, MADAY, are these not islands?"

Chi Huan, "..."

"Anyway, you're OK this afternoon. Go get a yacht. Let's go and have a look. I haven't seen a modern fishing village yet."

He downplayed and rejected her. "No way."

"Why?"

"I don't like poor places."

“……”

She pouted a little. "You're such a boring person."

He sniffed, "it's interesting to be obedient to you?"

"How can you be obedient to me?"

"You don't like to have lunch with a table of people. You want to blow the sea breeze. You want to eat seafood. You want to take a walk on the sofa..."

Chi Huan, "..."

That's it It's also called baiyibaishun?

Didn't he say he didn't have to deal with those people? Didn't he ask her what she liked to eat?

She left her mouth and continued to play on the beach without much concern.

It's not much to be happy about, but it's just that I haven't been so happy for a long time.

"Ink is modest."

"And what?"

She took her high-heeled shoes, walked in his right-hand direction, walked backward, "how are you in Paris?"

How are you?

Mo Shiqian '.

But his aura is subtly different.

The thin lips of the man stared at her with a cold and smiling arc. "Do you think I should have a good life or not?"

Chi Huan looked at his handsome face and said softly, "I don't know."

Don't know?

Mo Shiqian's leather shoes stepped into the soft sand without another footprint.

The woman who walked in front of her back didn't know when to stop.

Strands of broken hair float in the sea breeze.

His eyes were as dark as ink, his voice was narrow and long, and he was full of cold mockery. "When you stand in front of me and ask this question, you think that I have been thinking about you for years, so you should not live well, or think that I have lived well these years So what happened should be written off as if it had never happened? "

Chi Huan looks at him in a daze.

She couldn't even remember what she was thinking when she asked.

Mo Shiqian looks at her still face, which is set off by the sea wind, and her heart is filled with emotions that have not been seen for a long time.

He thought he would never have it again.

At the beginning, she didn't express anything, let alone half a word of explanation. At first, he forced her to pester her. In addition to escaping, she could not escape compromise, and finally expressed her determination by suicide.

Well, he fulfilled her determination.

Later, her hand injury did not heal, and he also kept dragging away from Lancheng.

This woman is nothing without him.

After he left, she was injured for a period of time. She continued to work and live happily, as if he had never appeared To be exact, he finally disappeared into her life, which was the best thing.

He was cut down in the middle of the night without hesitation that knife tangled for nearly a week of nightmares, dreams are her blood and cold Yan hate smile.So afraid to get close to her.

That's it, he told himself.

What on earth does he want to do when he comes back Even he didn't know, maybe he wanted to see how the woman lived, maybe like he said, he couldn't stand the beauty she had.

Maybe He hid some thoughts that he would not even notice.

But he felt that he could never see her through.

When he raped her, she was so disgusted that she wanted to hurt herself, but she still bought him clothes, medicine and plaster, and even cooked for him.

He thought to forget it. He lost once five years ago and again five years later. It's just a repeat A Jin Sichan asked her to find the door.

Over and over again, and over and over again, does the woman know that he can't resist the temptation from her -

so she always hooks him intentionally or unconsciously? He said that when he came to Jiangcheng, she would follow

How could she not know what would happen if she went on a trip alone, or would she really want to climb into his bed again for the photos that no longer exist?

Why did you have to break up five years ago.

Why do you have to knife yourself before?

He has moved his mind several times to thoroughly investigate her history in recent years, especially when she said that she had been banned. She said that Yin was not her boyfriend

The phone was almost dialed out.

But this thin warmth is like a mirror, once the weight of reality is pressed down, it will be broken immediately.

They turned their faces twice. Once they died an unborn child. Once they were half of her life.

Either blood or misery.

It's her who's hurt, it's him who's afraid.

It should be a dream. It should be a dream.

Chi Huan looks at his sneering face and opens his mouth to talk. He has turned around.

The voice of men's cold and cold desert makes the cool sea wind bleak. "This beach is very long. It's enough for you to walk for an afternoon. Take your time."

Said, straight and straight figure without hesitation to leave.

She looked at his back and her throat seemed to be blocked.

My feet tried to catch up several times, and I walked forward several times. I paused, then I paused, but I finally held back.