Chapter 660

Hearing this, Mu Jingcheng's heart couldn't help but feel painful, as if something was blocked there It's boring.

Whether Yao Haiyue is her mother or not, and what is her relationship with herself.

Even Whether there is a relationship between them or not, Mujing orange is completely passive.

Although she didn't know what happened during this period, and she didn't know what she was in Yao Haiyue's heart, she clearly knew that she didn't want it to be true, and she didn't want any relationship between her and Yao Haiyue!

After thinking about this, Mu Jing orange's heart is no longer tangled, no longer so painful, and the answer will become clear.

"No!" Mu Jingcheng looked up at him with clear eyes and firm voice, "I have nothing to do with her!"

Sheng Zimo looked at her firm look, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This woman How stubborn! -

when she came out of the hospital, Mu Jingcheng didn't speak, but Zhou Jiayi kept staring at her until her steps stopped. She dared to walk to her and looked at her with some worry, "orange, are you ok?"

Hearing Zhou Jiayi's voice, Mu Jingcheng just seemed to wake up from a kind of dreamland. She looked at her in surprise, as if she had never existed! What can I do for you

"But you look really ugly!" Zhou Jiayi now finally knows why Qu Shaochen is so worried about her. Although she is not sure what happened, she can be sure of two things.

First, Miss Sheng, who had been hostile to Mujing orange, died.

Second, there is a complex relationship between her and Sheng Zimo.

As for the first one, it can already be determined.

But the second But Zhou Jiayi had some doubts. Tqr1

she doesn't understand why Sheng Zimo would ask her like that, and why she would answer like that?!

Is Mujing orange and Sheng Zimo Brother and sister?!

Oh, my God?!

When this message emerged from her brain, Zhou Jiayi was almost shocked by herself. She looked at Mujing orange strangely, and almost asked, but Mujing orange opened her mouth.

"Sheng Qing is dead!" Mu Jingcheng turned to look at her, her voice was a little low, and she continued with some guilt, "because I died..."

"What?" Zhou Jiayi was surprised. Although she is really curious about Sheng Qing's death and has some regrets, she doesn't know that it will be like this, "how can it be like this?! Orange, what's going on? "

Mu Jingcheng looked up at the sky, where it was gloomy, like her mood.

"What happened..." Mujing breathed out heavily, and his voice was full of helplessness. "I don't know what happened."

"Orange..." Zhou Jiayi went to her side, looked at her reddish eyes, gently picked her up, "no matter what happened, I'm by your side! I'll be here any time you need, OK? "

"Good!" Mu Jingcheng's eyes were suddenly wet.

Zhou Jiayi held her tightly, but she didn't know how to comfort her, "orange..."

"Go with me to a place, will you?" The voice of Mojing orange suddenly rang.

"Good!" Without thinking about it, Zhou Jiayi agreed.

However, when they appeared in a cemetery with a depressing atmosphere and even a chilly whole body, Zhou Jiayi had some regrets, especially when she saw the names and photos on the tombstone.

"Orange, why are you doing this?" Zhou Jiayi looked at the girl around him with some worry.

She hasn't spoken since she got off the bus. Until now, she finds that Mu Jingcheng's face is as pale as paper and looks extremely bad.

"If I don't come, I'll probably be in bed all my life." Mu Jingcheng looks at the picture on the tombstone, and his heart aches faintly.

Since Sheng Qing died, she has nightmares every night.

Although it was only a few days, she felt that it was as long as centuries.

She tells Qu Shaochen that she's OK, and tells her that she's relieved and wants to open up, but only she knows that the knot is deeply rooted in her heart and can't get rid of it

Zhou Jiayi turns her head and looks at the girl on the tombstone. She is really beautiful. Her eyebrows are similar to those of Sheng Zimo.

But what she didn't understand was why such a young girl couldn't take it so seriously?

"Sheng Qing, I came to see you..." Mu Jingcheng looks at Sheng Qing's eyes, but his voice is not choked, but he is a little hoarse because of his low voice.

Maybe she doesn't want to see herself, and she doesn't want to hear her "confession", but she must want to know how she spent her life in pain after her death. What's more, how she was frightened after dreaming about her every night?!

"I'm sorry I didn't attend your funeral." Mu Jingcheng pulled the corner of his lip slightly and gave a wry smile, "of course You don't want me to join, do you? ""I came here today to tell you that you made it!" Mu Jingcheng looked at her bitterly, and the picture of Yao Hai stabbing himself with Jonah's knife unconsciously appeared in his mind, "your mother hates me very much, and she even wants to kill me to bury you! Your brother almost died because you left, and Nangong Yao... " At this point, Mujing orange can't help but pause. He is the only one who doesn't play according to the common sense, and the only one who is not in the scope of Shengqing's "calculation". However, Mujing orange won't let this fish cause any threat to Shengqing, so She went on firmly and definitely, "he won't have any more contact with me, so You may rest in peace

A gust of cold wind blowing, Mu Jing orange's long hair slightly floated up.

She looked at Sheng Qing's still shallow face. The stone in her heart seemed to be gradually lifted up, and the whole person was relieved.

Although these words she said countless times in her heart, but not once so relaxed, so happy. It's not as real as it is now.

"But I have a question for you. " With that, Mu Jingcheng calmly looked at the girl on the tombstone. Her voice was no longer so low and hoarse. On the contrary, she was like some doubts. "When you jump down, do you really feel happy? Do you really feel relieved?"

The cold tombstone and the girl in the photo didn't respond. They answered the question of Mujing orange There was nothing but a piercing breeze.

But she would smile.

Looking at Mujing orange talking to herself like this, Zhou Jiayi couldn't help looking timidly around the tombstone and other places a few meters around them. For a moment, she felt even colder.