The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 616 Whose second master is this (68)

"I'm very sad. I want to hug you every time. You are fragrant. I like them very much. I don't like those beautiful skirts you wear at all. Every time I see them, I get angry. Why don't you come to me? You obviously have so much time, you don’t miss me, you don’t like me, you hate me so much, why do you hate me so much, but, but I like you so much, I really really like you, so you can’t like me too A little bit..."

He stopped suddenly, stretched out his slender white fingertips towards the girl, squeezed his thumb and index finger tightly, and made a gesture.

Said pitifully and extravagantly: "Just a little bit, a little bit is enough, a little bit is enough for me."

He drooped his shoulders again, "But you still don't come to me, I haven't seen you for three days...Are you angry, angry that I left you at the door and didn't take you home...Don't be angry, Me, I'm mad at myself too, mad at myself for doing that..."

The pale and sleepy warlord was drunk, and the stinging pain from the forehead wound was not enough to clear his dizzy and sluggish brain. He suddenly started sobbing, his eyes were red, and his pale face looked like a wounded man. Sad little white rabbit.

The little white rabbit whimpered, and began to curl up sadly, squatting down with its long and tall body, hugging its knees helplessly.

He cautiously approached the girl's legs, leaned his forehead on the girl's knee pitifully and helplessly, and felt that the girl's legs shrank again. His eyes were red, and he looked up at her hurt.

Those beautifully shaped deep eyes, with red eye sockets, and long eyelashes were wet with tears, stained with misty and pitiful eyes, as if begging or whining.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, but you want to say you're retiring..."

He seemed to finally be unable to bear it any longer, and his hoarse voice contained uncontrollable crying, "Don't call off the engagement, baby."

Alcohol has controlled all the nerves of the beautiful and poor warlord, his brain can no longer think, and all emotions are expressed in the most straightforward way.

There was only one thought in his mind——

His baby, don't want him anymore.

No, no, don't...don't leave him...

Aunt Jiang's sprained foot happened to be leaning on his knee, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but she stopped again when she saw Shen Yuxing's hurt eyes.

She just looked at him calmly and said, "You're drunk, Shen Yuxing."

Crouching in front of her, the poor warlord hugging his knees shook his head violently, "No... I'm not drunk..."

He looked at her with wet eyelashes, and suddenly seemed very happy, and said as if claiming credit: "Look, didn't I find you?"

"You are my baby!" His beautiful eyes were smiling and he stared at her full of love: "My baby looks like this, so I didn't make a mistake!"

Aunt Jiang was suddenly speechless.

She stopped looking at him and turned her gaze away: "But didn't you say that I used you as a substitute?"

She didn't see it, the eyes of the young man in front of her eyes dimmed suddenly when she heard this, full of tingling and sadness.

She heard the young man's hoarse and feigned joy:
"It's okay..." He forced a smile, his eyes were red: "It's okay to stand in."

Aunt Jiang paused, and turned her head in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)