Chapter 116

Deep feelings?

The corners of Mu Qingxuan's mouth gently curved, "everything is just arranged by him." Her voice was so light that only she could hear it.

Light broken tone let Ling Sisi Leng Leng, doubt to look at her, "Qingxuan, what did you just say?"

Her pretty eyebrows solidified the melancholy, never melt open, for a long time, she shook her head, "nothing, it doesn't matter."

She wanted to ask again, but after seeing the deep lock on her eyebrows, Ling Sisi gave up asking. She sighed, as if she thought of something, and looked up in an instant, "are you really engaged to Bai Yu?"

"Do you believe it?" Mu Qingxuan suddenly grinned, and his eyes were dark and obscure.

Ling Sisi's clear eyes flashed a glimmer of unidentified splendor, and then disappeared. The two shallow dimples were printed on his cheeks. "It turned out to be a tactic to slow down, but the white faced scholar is really good for you."

"White faced scholar?" Mu Qingxuan can't help but find it interesting to call her, "did you give him a nickname?"

Her face is like a blooming orchid, with a smile engraved on her face, brimming with satisfaction. Ling Sisi nodded slightly, "yes, I think it's quite suitable for him. He is still deeply devoted to you."

Over the past six months, Ling Sisi has seen Bai Yu's every move. Although she is still sarcastic, he never gives up his love for mu Qingxuan. Thinking of this, Ling Sisi is not happy for some reason.

"Sisi, what's the matter?" Seeing that she suddenly doesn't speak, Mu Qingxuan pushes her.

Picking up his thoughts again, Ling Sisi hurriedly said, "no, I'm still in a trance."

"Well, if you don't get angry, Lingyue has just reorganized. The premiere is very important. I have to spend more time on it."

Knowing that Mu Qingxuan didn't dance well, Ling Sisi didn't ask him to stay, "practice hard, and I'll be there for sure!"

After walking out of Ling Sisi's home, Mu Qingxuan was relieved. At least she didn't lose her friend. She knew that she wouldn't. after she came out, she even covered her eyebrows with a smile.

"I wish you could smile at me, too."

There is a familiar voice in her ear. Mu Qingxuan looks at Mo Yanrui leaning against the car door. His deep eyes follow the woman in front of him. He turns his back to the sun. Under the halo, he is particularly dazzling and charming. With one look, he may sink into his tenderness.

But mu Qingxuan knows that all his gentleness is just a fraud.

Her smile instantly converged, leaving him only a slender figure. His arm was suddenly caught by him. Mu Qingxuan said coldly, "let go."

Two words, estranged and strange.

His bright eyes were suddenly dim. Although his heart had been scarred, Mo Yanrui refused to let go, "no, no more." He managed to find her again. How could he let her go easily.

"Ruishao, please respect yourself!" At the moment, Mu Qingxuan is like a proud plum, shivering with cold, but charming.

Just like a sharp sword penetrating into Mo Yanrui's heart, he pauses and loosens his grip on her arm. Mu Qingxuan takes the opportunity to break free. In a second, he grabs her and gently pulls her into his arms.

No matter how she struggled in her arms, Mo Yanrui held her tightly, as if to rub her into her body, "Qingxuan, I will never let you go again, never again."

Mu Qingxuan did not move any more, but stood stiffly and let him hold him. After hearing what he said, he couldn't help laughing.

"If I had known that, why should I have done it?"

In a word, light, but mixed with thousands of sadness, loss, despair crisscross fusion, chilling.

Holding her hand a little loose, Mo Yanrui's eyes with a little lonely, he made too many mistakes, he let her suffer too much injustice

When she leaves his arms, Mu Qingxuan admits that she is reluctant to give up. In the past six months, she has been determined to forget, but in vain. When she dreams back in the middle of the night, she will still think of his warm chest, gentle tone and everything about him, but she will never be soft hearted again.

"Qingxuan, I, I can explain." He was still at a loss in front of her. He spent five years getting close to her world, but he hurt her when he was infinitely close to her.

Mo Yanrui stares at Mu Qingxuan. He wants to tell her that they can live together very well without Lin Xixi's provocation.

The corners of her lips rose in a perfect radian, and Mu Qingxuan looked at him. "Mo Yanrui, that's enough." She's been hurt enough and can't afford it any more.

Mo Yanrui opened his mouth. Before he could speak, Ling Sisi approached them step by step.

"Mo Yanrui, are you going to bully us again?"

Ling Sisi goes forward to protect Mu Qingxuan behind her. She looks like a hen protecting her calf. She just goes to the toilet and comes out to see the scene. Naturally, she rushes forward to protect Mu Qingxuan.

"I just..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Sisi grabbed his words directly, "I tell you, Xuanxuan has nothing to do with you now. You can't bully her any more. What's more, she and Bai Yu are getting engaged soon. I want to avoid suspicion with you. Do you know? "Mu Qingxuan pulled the corner of her dress and whispered, "Sisi, leave him alone. Let's go."

Two people just want to pass Mo Yanrui to leave, his long arm extended, blocking their way, he frowned tightly, his face as serious as cast iron, "really want to get engaged with him?"

"So what?" Mu Qingxuan raises her eyes, but she doesn't dare to fall into the trap.

Ling Sisi sneered and was not afraid of the power of the man in front of him. "Do you hear me, Mo Yanrui? Don't come to my house, Xuanxuan. This is your forbidden area. You are not welcome!"

I still remember that when Ling Sisi first arrived at Mo Yanrui's seaside villa five and a half years ago, his disgust for her is still in her mind. Today, five and a half years later, this tone can be regarded as out of date.

"I won't give up." Mo Yanrui clenched his fist and flashed in his eyes, "I can ruin your wedding. Why are you afraid of this little engagement?"

The bloodthirsty light reappears in him. He is the Shura from hell. Even after thousands of hammers, his essence will not change. Mu Qingxuan smiles, "whatever you want!"

Then she stepped away.

Ling Sisi didn't keep up with her, "Hey, wait for me, Xuanxuan." When running past Mo Yanrui, she stopped, "Mo Yanrui, you hurt her first. She can't easily forgive you. The wound in her heart is healing so fast."

Her bright eyes gave him a look, followed by Mu Qingxuan.

Mo Yanrui stood in the same place and thought about what Ling Sisi had just said. Qingxuan, I will try my best to make your wound heal. I won't let go again!