President Hunting Love is too fierce

But Mo Fengya moved her time and time again with his actions, even though he had hurt him many times.

He forgave her, and in the most difficult time, he used love to make her stand up again in pain.

Although she couldn't guarantee that she fell in love with her immediately, her complicated feelings for him were not pure gratitude.

Seeing him in pain made her feel bad too, and she wanted to make him happy.

Does this mean that she has slowly fallen in love with him? [

Mo Fengya's face was shocked, and his eyes fell on her in shock.

Then he sneered as if thinking of something, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Is this a repayment? I forgot how kind-hearted you are. You can use this kind of thing to repay people who don't love you."

Ye Chuqing's face turned pale, and she looked at him in astonishment, her face was full of bewilderment, and her heart felt a sudden tingling pain.

Make her feel depressed, feel suffocated.

Her lips that lost their blood were trembling, and she tried hard to speak: "No..."

"Oh, so to speak, this is another round of more exciting revenge, which makes Si completely desperate and painful, and regrets ever abandoning you." Mo Fengya sneered even more.

Ye Chuqing suddenly felt that her hands and feet were icy cold, and every cell was frozen, making her speechless.

Was that how he looked at her?

Her chest was bone-chillingly cold, and her fingers were tightly pinched into her palms.

"Don't you believe me? Am I such a liar in your eyes?" Ye Chuqing's heart ached, her nose was sore, and her voice tried not to tremble.

Did he think he was using such an important matter as marriage to take revenge on others?

How could she joke about her lifelong happiness.

Mo Fengya tightened his lips, thinking of what happened since we met, he couldn't help mocking:

"Do you have the qualifications to make me believe? When did you confess to me, how can I believe you?"

Ye Chuqing's pretty face turned paler.

Mo Fengya suddenly held her hand firmly, and kissed her coldly on the back of her hand, without emotion.

"But if you really want to get married, then let's get married!"

After saying this, Mo Fengya left. [

Ye Chuqing was left standing there stiffly, his face like a flower petal that had been beaten white by the rain.

She took a quick breath and pressed her chest tightly, suppressing the scorching pain.

Mo Fengya's last emotionless words just now turned into the sharpest sword, piercing her heart.

It never occurred to me that a single sentence could hurt someone like this.

Want to cry, but can't cry, want to laugh, but can't laugh.