Chapter 1482

Gu Xiaoran thought of something. He took off his black dress and left it at his feet, leaving only the silk suspender dress. "After the memorial ceremony tomorrow, I will let my aunt take Xiaohan back to Seoul." Then he turned and left,

"Xiao ran." The calm in Mo Qing's eyes faded, and a touch of pain flashed over her face. Her face was pale, and her voice was hoarse with pain.

Gu Xiaoran stopped, "you don't have to worry. I won't tell anyone about this evening." She can't guarantee whether Shen Lang will tell.

Mo Qing sighed and approached her. Her white shirt melted in the snow, clean and spotless, and the blood on her arms became more and more dazzling.

Gu Xiaoran retreated and kept a distance of one meter from him.

"Xiao ran, don't do that." Gu Xiaoran pretended to be strong. He felt a twinge of heartache and wanted to drag her into his arms. However, the vigilance in her eyes and the conflict in her body made him stop.

What if not?

Snowflakes fell on her skin, so cold that a small layer of millet rose on her face.

Gu Xiaoran was glad that this dress with base coat was made by herself.

"Xiao ran." Mo Qing's heart was choked and he took another step forward.

She then took a step back, thinking that if he dares to come hard, she will run, no matter how weak tonight.

Mo Qing's eyes suddenly moved away from her face, looked behind her, then turned around and went into the room.

Gu Xiaoran looks at Mo Qing's back. He wants to smile, but he can't smile. He looks at his back disappearing at the door, and his heart is choked with pain. At the same time, there is an unspeakable loneliness.

A warm body, a heavy coat draped over the shoulder, a breath of ambergris.

Gu Xiaoran's brain is numb and can't think. As soon as she is tight, she is held up. She looks up dully and looks into a pair of deep eyes.

Shen Lang tightens her arms and holds her trembling body tightly. The person in her arms is so small and soft that he pities her.

She glanced at the black dress piled on the ground and the pain in her eyes, just like a little beast licking the wound alone.

"He is not your lover."

Gu Xiaoran laughed and felt very tired. He was too tired to earn money from Shen Lang's arms. He closed his eyes and said, "I want to sleep for a while."

He was not a good man, but she was obstinately reluctant to let go.

Shen Lang no longer spoke, holding Gu Xiaoran to his car.

Open the door, put Gu Xiaoran into the passenger compartment, fasten her seat belt and close the door.

Mo Qing came into the room and just stood by the door, waiting for Shen Lang to take Gu Xiaoran away. He stood out from behind the door and listened to the sound of the car. Then he picked up the black dress on the ground, held it in his hand and looked at it.

"Why don't you hide?" Yu Ning stood behind him, looking at the injury on his arm, feeling tight and uncomfortable.

He didn't answer.

Yu Ning came out with a fur coat, went to him and threw it over his shoulder. "Your injury hasn't been dealt with yet."

"Small injury, no harm." He avoided the hand of the rain.

Yu Ning's hand with fur fell into the air.

Moqing looked back at her and said, "is Han Jinbiao in Myanmar?"

"Qing, don't force me. I can't tell you."

Mo Qing no longer asked, holding Gu Xiaoran's black dress in her arms, she went to the door.

"Would you rather hurt yourself than let her lose her hair?" Yu Ning chases after him and clenches his fists in anger.

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