Chapter 705

"Amo, amo." The head of Xu Mo who lost too much blood was dizzy, and he heard his name in a familiar and tender voice. Don't want to pay attention to then want to sleep in the past, he is too tired, really want to have a rest.

The voice in my ear didn't stop because he didn't pay attention to it. On the contrary, it became louder because it was ignored. Xu Mo finally impatiently opened his eyes: "you want to do..." What two words like a fish bone stuck in the throat.

I can't swallow it or spit it out. Xu Mo's heart almost jumped out. It took him a long time to swallow a mouthful of foam, moisten his throat, and reluctantly made a voice: "Xiao Yu, I'm not wrong, is it really you?"

"I'm not mine. I'm me. Who else do you want. I see, don't burn your head because of the fever. You're a fool, too. " The man seemed dissatisfied with Xu Mo's reaction and pouted a few words.

In front of Xu Mo was a little girl under the age of twelve or thirteen, who was wearing a small red jacket embroidered and slippery. There's a circle of white plush around the neck, exquisite clothes, and golden hemlines.

This is a big family favorite children, holding in the palm of the hand is afraid to drop, holding in the mouth is afraid to drop. Xu Mo stares at that person, let the little girl not know, so, don't know what he did shouldn't do. Finally, a little shy, hands against the shoulder press.

Xu Mo looks at the person in front of him and doesn't even want to blink. He thinks it's just a dream. If you wake up in a blink of an eye, you and Xiao Yu will be separated again, so when is the next time we meet.

In the past five years, he has never dreamed of Xiaoyu. The man seemed to be avoiding himself, refusing to let himself see the man more. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Xu Mo thought of that year's matter, made a meeting to stay, when he came back to God, his eyes blurred.

After grabbing it, I found that I was full of tears. Not only is Xu Mo himself scared by his sentimental appearance, but also Xiao Yu is scared. How can this man cry? He is a man.

"Well, well, don't cry any more. I'm wrong." Xiao Yu touch each other's head, clearly is a younger child than himself, sometimes understanding like an adult. After all, Xu Mo is Xu Mo, he is still the one.

Decadence is OK, only for a while, not for a lifetime. Casually with his sleeve touched a tear, Xu Mo forced himself to calm down. Xiao Yu thought he was trying to be brave. In fact, his illness made him really uncomfortable. He handed over the medicine he had stolen from home.

Xu Mo took the past, not willing to drink, with the thumb of the pulp gently rubbing the edge of the bowl. Eyes are looking at Xiao Yu's sleeve edge. The clothes made of good materials are stained with many stains. It must be for him to steal medicine and climb up and down.

With a smile, he stretched out his immature arm, which was not suitable for him, to hold the man's hand, gently hook it up and dare not exert himself. "You are so kind to me, thank you." Xiao Yu was praised suddenly, and blushed before she could react.

Then he pretended to be careless and scratched his head with another hand that was not pulled. "Oh, what's the relationship between us? Don't you mean you're out of touch with me?" Although he is a young lady, he doesn't look like a young lady.

For this reason, her mother didn't know how long she was worried, threatened and lured, and finally forced her to pretend to be a lady with identity outside. In private, she was still like that, and she couldn't make it on the whole.

Two people have no guess, but they don't want to match. Xu Mo is just a servant of Xiaoyu's family who has a son. The difference is very different, like clouds and mud. When I was a child, it was OK. When Xiaoyu grew up, everything changed.

The relationship between Xiaoyu and Xu Mo has not changed greatly, but only the surrounding environment. A big thing happened when Xu Mo was 12 years old. It had a great impact on Xiaoyu's family. Xu Mo's parents died and he was driven out.

Xu Mo, who has no money, has no other relatives. In the end, he just ends up on the street. If it wasn't for Xu Mo's parents' help, he would have died long ago. Be grateful to the benefactor and hate the enemy.

Slightly put away already almost full of hate, at this moment, Xu Mo just want to cherish the person in front of him, even to a phantom. People in front of them are saying something. Their mouths open and close without making any sound.

"What are you talking about, Xiao Yu?" Some worried Xu Mo yelled. Maybe too much force, his breathing began to become very smooth, blood vessels on the head almost burst. The man's mouth was like a black hole, which led her to it.

No matter how severe the physical pain, Xu Mo felt that he could bear it. Now let him most sad, the most powerless is the pain in the heart. He knew that this dream would wake up after all.

God, how cruel you are, or I offended you in my last life. Why do I hate you so much. It's a pity that this time, this time, his eyes were not covered with tears.Suddenly, a burst of fishy sweetness gushed out of his throat. Xu Mo was very weak and couldn't help it. In front of the most do not want him to see his weak people out of a mouthful of blood, and then wake up from the illusion of the dream.

All the exquisite furnishings in the house became waste, and even the house was almost in ruins. When Fang Fang wakes up from his coma and insists on dragging his weak body to Xu Mo, he sees such a scene.

As if suffering a disaster, the ground is a mess. The person that oneself put on the heart is lifeless lie in the ruins, mix the body up and down is blood. The mouth is still continuously vomit blood, unexpectedly is black.

"Ah Mo!" Fang Fang is stopped outside by the guards. The master is losing his temper, and no one wants to go in to seek death. He is also afraid that other people will lead his anger to him. Fang Fang struggled to get rid of the shackles and rushed in to see such a scene.

"Xiao Yu, I seem to see you again. It's good." Xu Mo, who still has a little bit of residual consciousness, saw a figure running away. He suddenly thought of it in a trance, laughed and then passed out.

"It hurts." Qian Sangsang exclaimed. Han Mo was making something to eat outside, listening to the movement of the room all the time. Qian Sang Sang's exclamation made him run in nervously. He even forgot to put down an onion in his hand. "What happened?"

Qian Sangsang sat in front of the table and turned around, holding a finger and bulging his mouth. He said wrongly to Han Mo, "you see, I'm hurt. It hurts so much!" Qian Sangsang has been taken care of by Han Mo these days. He has nothing to do every day and doesn't know what to do.

One day decided not to decadent here, have to learn other people embroider needlework, Han Mo let him go. This is not, a few days down the fingers are almost a hornet's nest.