Mr. Mo, your ex-girlfriend is asking for reconciliation again

Chapter 35 I will lose control if I don't take medicine

The bedroom was a mess, and everything that could be broken was smashed.

Mo Chen leaned against the door, lit a cigarette and held it between his lips. The irritability in his heart did not subside after he threw things, but became even worse.

His handsome features were shrouded in a gloomy sense of decadence, and he looked like he had walked out of hell.

……

Qiao Ruoxin stood outside the door in silence for a while, then she went back to her room and got out her guitar.

She sat on the carpet holding her guitar, her back against the door, and glanced indifferently at the rainy scene outside the window.

She lowered her eyes, and plucked the strings with her slender fingers, and the prelude slowly sounded...

It’s Jay Chou’s “Sunny Day”.

Qiao Ruoxin raised a smile and spoke in a clean and sweet voice: "The little yellow flower in the story has been floating since the year I was born, and the swing in my childhood has been swinging with my memory until now..."

Mixed with the sound of rain outside, everything is so comfortable.

……

behind the door.

Mo Chen smoked one cigarette after another. The moment he heard the sound of the guitar, the rotten wounds on his heart slowly tightened.

Until I heard the little ghost's voice, gentle, sweet, clean, and a little fragile.

The mess in the bedroom seemed like a desolate place with no grass growing, but after hearing her voice, it gradually came back to life.

The rage that was boiling inside Mo Chen slowly calmed down.

The smoke filled the air, blurring his cold-blooded yet handsome features.

The two people were separated by a door, but each of them had his own thoughts flying.

The sound of rain outside the window was fresh and pleasant. When Qiao Ruoxin finished playing the last syllable, the whole world seemed to fall into silence.

Only the sound of rain continued.

Through the door, he heard Qiao Ruoxin say, "Brother Mo Chen, go to bed. Good night."

He responded calmly: "Hmm..."

……

Qiao Ruoxin leaned against the door, holding her guitar. Her eyes fell on her left wrist, looking at the thin scar that was hard to see without looking carefully.

She closed her eyes, and her mind flashed back to her being in the bathroom, writing the name 'Mo Chen' on the wall with blood.

Blood dripping, hopeless and helpless...

Tears slowly fell down her cheeks and fell on the guitar strings.

The next day, early in the morning.

At seven o'clock, Qiao Ruoxin got up, washed up, and changed her clothes.

She stood outside Mo Chen's bedroom door, waiting for him to come out.

After waiting for half an hour, the bedroom door finally opened and a tall, neatly dressed man appeared in front of her.

Qiao Ruoxin glanced behind him and saw the bedroom was a mess, a horrible sight.

It seems that this man had another sleepless night, so he looks so angry at the moment.

Mo Chen frowned, closed the bedroom door, and said in a deep voice: "Waiting for me?"

She smiled slightly: "Yes, what do you want to eat? I'll make breakfast for you."

The man stared at her solemnly for a while and said, "It's all right."

Qiao Ruoxin looked at his handsome face with a Band-Aid on his forehead and said, "I'll help you take it off later. It will get stuffy if you keep it on for too long."

"Ah."

"Brother Mo Chen, please don't take those medicines anymore, okay?" She always felt that those medicines made Mo Chen more and more irritable.

Mo Chen frowned, his face was cold, and his tone was bad: "If I don't take the medicine, I will lose control."

"No, trust me, okay?"

"..."

He seemed to have become dependent on those drugs. The more irritable he became, the more he wanted to take drugs. The more drugs he took, the irritable he became. It was a vicious cycle.

"Don't regret it. I can't control myself at all. I might even hit women." His voice was calm and cold.

Qiao Ruoxin suddenly smiled: "I know you won't."

(End of this chapter)