Chapter 143

Mu Qingqing's whole body is like a real cold light. When Mo Liancheng clearly heard her mention that she was not a member of Mohist school, but a family of admirers, which separated the relationship between them, a strong evil came out of her eyes.

But mu Qingqing was so irrational that she could hardly see the change of Mo Liancheng's expression. She suddenly went to the cloakroom, waiting for her to come out again with a white shirt in her hand.

"Mu Qingqing, put it down."

It was the shirt that Mu Qingqing bought for Mo Liancheng on the spur of the moment when she went to m city to shoot desert scenes. In fact, she didn't have any other ideas at that time. She just wanted to buy it for him. Even if Mo Liancheng didn't find the dress herself, she didn't confess that it was for him.

But always let Mu Qingqing very unhappy is, Mo Liancheng put this dress up, never worn.

She always thought that Mo Liancheng didn't like the shirts she sent. Now she understood that what Mo Liancheng didn't care about was her.

Mu Qingqing hesitated not to pick up the scissors, she flushed ink city sarcastic smile, hand action is not slow, scissors to the hands of the shirt.

"Hiss..."

Bang!

The scissors couldn't cut the shirt, because Mo Liancheng grasped Mu Qingqing's hand in time, and the sharp knife point stabbed his wrist obliquely. For a moment of blood color, Mu Qingqing almost unconsciously loosened the scissors in his hand.

She frowned fiercely and looked at Mo Liancheng's injured wrist without blinking.

"Why do you want to..."

Mo Liancheng did not care about the wound on his wrist that was cut by the tip of the knife, as if he could not feel the pain at all. With his other hand, he carefully grabbed the shirt in Mu Qingqing's hand and put it aside.

"What's the use of keeping it, to laugh at my stupidity and lack of self-knowledge?"

There was only a moment of heartache, but mu Qingqing's eyes still could not be removed from Mo Liancheng's injured wrist. Even the moment that the scissors hurt him just now, she had a kind of unprecedented panic.

Why, Mo Liancheng constantly test her bottom line, even now still put Su Wanqing in the first place, but also shake her determination.

"Mu Qingqing, in your heart, my feelings for you are so vulnerable that you do not believe me?"

Mu Qingqing couldn't answer.

But she did not believe in the bottom of her eyes, she did not open the eyes, so that Mo Liancheng accurately guessed what she thought in her heart.

Yes, Mu Qingqing doesn't believe in moliancheng.

"Do you think that because I'm sorry for you four years ago, everything will go with you. But if you think about it, I'm not good enough for you?"

Mo Liancheng's eyes are filled with helpless pain.

But he didn't know that Mu Qingqing, who had just been a little soft hearted, couldn't hear him mention what happened four years ago.

Those memories that she planned to seal up permanently after su Wanqing's affairs have been aroused by Mo Liancheng in such a bland, even rather indifferent tone. Her hands and feet are cold, her whole body is shaking, and her whole body is cold in an instant.

Mu Qingqing, what else can you expect? He doesn't know anything, so he can't understand why you are so persistent and why you can't call Su Wanqing easy.

But what she didn't want was to tell all this to Molian city.

Because there's no need.

"So you know I was sorry four years ago."

Mu Qingqing instantly restrained all her emotions and buried her kindness to her in her memory inch by inch. She was afraid that she would take those words he might have just casually as true again. Until the end, she could not see clearly that Mo Liancheng's feelings for Su Wanqing were always higher than her, and then she even practiced them.

Mo Liancheng, in your eyes, my feeling of admiring Qing Qing is so worthless, so one time is not enough, you must trample on the second time.

Mo Liancheng finally realized that there was something wrong with Mu Qingqing. Although his feelings for mu Qingqing were not comparable four years ago, he was still extremely proud. Therefore, he snorted coldly against his heart. His words seemed to be frozen. He said to Mu Qingqing word by word: "even if I made a mistake four years ago, who knows how good I am to you during this period of time, you It's time to be content. "

After saying this, Mo Liancheng saw Mu Qingqing's pupil shrink, and then spread again at a slow speed. Her whole person suddenly became empty, even her eyes were empty, as if she could no longer hold anyone.

Mo Liancheng frown, a tight heart, want to pull her.

Mu Qingqing stepped back before and after he approached.

It's so close that it seems to be a thousand miles apart.

He was surprised how deep his words hurt her, but it was too late to collect. Mo Liancheng was still angry. Naturally, he couldn't beat himself. He could only keep silent.

Even the breath is shallow as if silent, Mu Qingqing's silence, for the first time, makes Mo Liancheng feel so hard.

The air gradually spread suffocating silence. It took Mu Qingqing a long time to look up at Molian city."You're right. I should be satisfied with your kindness to me after four years in prison. Now I don't want to continue to be ungrateful. Can I take all my things away? Less ink? "

A word hurts a man's head.

Mo Liancheng the rest of the words choked in the throat, can not say.

In fact, he is not willing to give in to other people's temperament. To Mu Qingqing, everything is just because he likes her.

His weak understanding of feelings made him lose his accurate judgment. Did Mu Qingqing say these hurtful words when he was in a hurry, or open-armed.

"Mu Qingqing, do you know what it means to be ungrateful?"

Mu Qingqing refused to enter the oil and salt and didn't listen to his explanation. He showed some coldness and gloom in front of others. Mo Liancheng's mouth was even more hurtful.

The wound on his hand was still overflowing with blood beads, dropping on the carpet under the feet of two people. Mu Qingqing was chilled by the cold feeling in his words. Unconsciously, he bit his lips. Only when he tasted the smell of blood, did he slowly release it.

"What do you think I am? You and Su Wanqing before the cover of the affair, you two love under the foil, or, vent! Desire! Work! Yes

What Mu Qingqing belittles himself is that the icy cold between the eyes of Mo Liancheng is swept by an indescribable disappointment.

"In your heart, I treat you like this."

With a cold smile, he leaned close to Mu Qingqing and said word by word: "Mu Qingqing, you have no heart."

"Each other."

Mu Qingqing was not disappointed.