"But, she doesn't like you, you know, two people have no feelings, together will not be happy..." Zheng Yan tries to persuade him, but in the end, such a reason can't even convince herself.

Mo Yongheng just made a choice that all men might make.

He has endured for so many years for the Mohist family and the leader of the Mohist family, which he deserves. What is her qualification to let him give up?

But Zheng Yan was not willing. In her heart, she always felt that Mo Yongheng was not the one who cared about these things. Otherwise, in these three years, he had a chance to take Mo's group as his own

Zheng Yan's brain is also confused.

He bit his lips and looked up at him blankly.

Mo Yongheng's attitude is very firm. To her eyes, he didn't explain for himself, but left a sentence.

"If you really want to help Nian Xiaomu, you'd better think about a reason that can persuade me to give up this marriage!"

“……”

Zheng Yan looks at the back of his turning away, forgetting to be angry. She looks at him so straightforwardly that he somehow comes out and kills her. Then she goes back to the doctor's room.

Especially his last words.

The whole thing, obviously, has nothing to do with her, but now she suddenly feels that she is carrying the happiness of Nian Xiaomu on her shoulders.

When she got back to her senses, she put out her hand and clapped her face.

Roared at the eternal back.

"Ink forever, you bastard! It's none of my business. I hate you! "

“……”

Mo Yongheng just came to the door of the figure, slightly stagnant, did not look back at her, straight opened the door, into the ward.

Zheng Yan, who stayed in the yard, felt a little more comfortable after shouting that sentence.

If she didn't remind herself like this, she would forget that the person who wants to marry Mo Yongheng is not her. What kind of heart does she need?

Besides, there's still a little cold in little moustache.

Han Shao is so smart. He must be able to find a way to persuade the old master of Mo to let him stay with Xiaomu.

At that time, he can't marry Xiaomu without her help

But when she thought of it, her eyes were darker.

Although Mo Yongheng didn't say it, he should like Nian Xiaomu in his heart, right?

If the wedding was really cancelled, would he be sad?

Zheng Yan's heart suddenly became empty again.

It's nothing wrong, but when she thought that Mo Yongheng was sad for other women, she felt that her chest was stuffed with cotton.

Suffocate the stuffy.

Hearing the footsteps outside the yard, she quickly wiped away the tears on her face and walked out of her wits.

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the other side.

Being hugged by Yu Yuehan and left by Nian Xiaomu, the state is not much better.

As soon as I got in the car, I immediately sat on Yu Yuehan's waist, with my hands tightly around his neck.

It's like a kitten about to be abandoned by the excrement shoveling officer, rubbing against his chest.

"The colder I am, I have a husband. I will not marry!"

"The colder I am, the smaller I am. I need my own father."

"The colder I get, or we'll elope!"

“……”

Nian Xiaomu even said a lot of words, but he didn't get a response.

Looking up, Yu Yuehan, though holding her, was in a trance!

Her eyes turned red in a flash.

I almost cried out, red eyes, choked: "you even lost your mind when I told you affectionately. Have you stopped loving me and thought about the happy days with the three or five beauties after abandoning me and the little sixties?"