Chapter 193

Mo Yurou is extremely beautiful, but not half fierce. She is a pleasant woman. Even if there is a wisp of scar on the corner of her mouth and her face is puffy, she will not damage her beauty at all.

At this moment, in the eyes with infinite affection, with hopes and expectations, the tall and straight men standing proudly in the corridor are coagulated for a moment.

Jijing'an's thin lips pursed coldly without opening a cavity.

His body seemed to be haunted by the ice that could not melt all year round. For a time, even the air became cold and cold.

Mo Yurou was timid. His slender shoulder shrunk, but he never returned to the ward.

The man thinking is right in front of her. He is so close to her. It seems that as long as she reaches out and touches it gently, she can touch the warm body she has been longing for for for a long time and his heart that once jumped wildly for her

Even though she knew he was very impatient with her, even tired and disgusted, she was still reluctant to leave.

Each other did not speak, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward and empty.

Gu Sijia sighed, raised his hand and patted Ji Jing'an on the shoulder. He smiled gently, "I have an operation to do right away. I may not have time to greet you. Help yourself."

The man's mouth was still cold, just like frost.

Guska said no more and turned away.

He didn't say anything, but Jing'an knew it.

Ji Jing'an raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was already more than ten o'clock in the evening. His eyes were sharp. He just stood still and didn't look back at Mo Yurou. It was like holding her to the hospital for treatment before. It was just Mo Yurou's dream.

The man's cold side face looked at the open window and smiled coldly, "in the future, such tricks don't have to be staged in front of me! I will be soft hearted once, but not again."

Then he walked to the elevator with vigorous steps and waited for the elevator just started to climb from the first floor to the eighth floor.

Seeing that Ji Jing'an didn't care about her scars, she turned and left. Mo Yurou was flustered and hurried out of the ward to catch up with him. Her sobbing voice was low and thin, but not harsh. "Jing'an, it's not what you think. It's the devil. He plans to use me to deal with you. The more unhappy you are, the happier he will be..."

"He's a loser. What can he do with you?"

The elevator opened automatically in front of Ji Jing'an. There was no one inside. The man no longer said one more word. His slender legs quickly stepped in.

"Jing An..."

At the moment when the two doors were about to close, Mo Yurou stretched out her hand and suddenly inserted it into the small gap and forcibly separated it. Staring at the man's ruthless back, pale fingers wanted to touch his strong arms, but they didn't have the courage to touch them. They just stopped quietly in mid air, less than a centimeter away from him, looked up at the back of his neatly trimmed head, Tears filled the red eyes and a gentle smile appeared on the lips. "I just made a mistake once. Will you sentence me to death forever?"

Ji Jing'an turned around and looked down at the woman who had been taken care of by him in the palm of his hand. Her face was haggard and tired, but she was still surprisingly beautiful. Her delicate arms didn't shrink back, fixed in front of him, less than a centimeter away, and didn't dare to disturb him. She just tried to keep that poor smile and timid appearance.

At the bottom of his heart, there was a sudden irritability. He quickly looked away with expressionless cold pity and said, "one time will kill hundreds of my brothers. How many more times do you want? Don't be delusional, I won't give you another chance to betray me."

"Jing'an... I don't want fame, status or anything. Just don't push me away, okay?"

The man's coldness and cruelty made Mo Yurou's heart ache like a thousand arrows through her heart. She tightly covered her painful chest, pleaded in panic and looked sad.

Jijing'an turned his face sideways, expressionless, cold frost and cold eyes, "you can go out, don't waste my time."

He disliked her as a nuisance and wanted to drive her away.

I'm so eager to get rid of people. I'm busy dating ye Yufan!

Mo Yurou knew that if she continued to stay with him in the elevator, she would annoy him more and more, but she missed this closeness. She didn't know how long it would take to wait until the next opportunity to get close to him.

He lowered his eyes, hid the madness and resentment at the bottom of his eyes, automatically stepped back two steps, stood in the farthest corner from him and prayed softly, "Jing'an, I still have something to say to you. Can you stay a little longer?"

Jijing'an frowned and thought. His slender fingers gently pinched the center of his eyebrows and endured the boredom. In Mo Yurou's melancholy and lost eyes, he stepped out of the elevator, walked to the end of the corridor, pushed open the window with one hand, quietly lit a cigarette and smoked it in the cool air.

Mo Yurou stood one meter away, raised her eyes slightly and stared at the man who was not perfect and appropriate in front of her. The corners of her mouth smiled bitterly and astringently. "Thank you for tonight. If you weren't willing to do it, I would probably... Probably revisit the nightmare of a few years ago."

The man took the white cigarette out of his mouth and smiled sarcastically, "he has a weak heart."

Mo Yurou understood the meaning of his words. Ji Baizheng was shot several times and fell into the sea. Although he was not dead, he hurt the most important part of the man. Even if he wanted to do something to her, he was in vain and couldn't make much tricks.

But Ji Baizheng can't. can't he find other men to insult her?

In the final analysis, the man no longer has the slightest pity for her.

If it's yeyufan, I'm afraid he'll have another attitude and another speech.

Once a man's heart changes, it will only be colder and more cruel than a woman.

Mo Yurou's eyes Rose and fell, and finally became calm. He looked at Ji Jing'an and said, "Jing'an, I'm very happy to know that you are still willing to help me! Please rest assured that I won't disturb you and miss ye in the future, because... I finally understand that feelings can't be forced, and I don't want you to be sad and unhappy."

Maybe he was too involved. Mo Yurou was almost moved by what he said.

As she spoke, her eyelashes were full of bright tears, trembling but not dripping. They looked very pitiful and attracted infinite love from men.

But the man she faced was far colder than she could imagine.

"That's all?" Ji Jingan didn't care whether she was crying or not. The bottom of her eyes was deep and quiet without waves, but the tip of her eyebrows was stained with a trace of hostility.

Mo Yurou's tears finally fell on the ground, rustling one after another, reaching out to cover his lips and sobbing softly, "Jing'an, I love you, I really hope you have a good time! As long as she can make you happy, I don't mind quitting. These are the most sincere words in my heart."

"I only look at action." After taking the last breath, jijing'an threw away the cigarette butts, turned around and walked without looking back. Even the last line of vision had not been projected on Mo Yurou.

As he passed the trash can, he took off his coat and stuffed it in with disgust.

Yes, it's urgent.

His eyes were stiff and stubborn, and his body was in the rain.