Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Long Qingtian couldn't figure it out, he was the one who was forced to kiss him, but why was Mo Jiu the one who pointedly accused him in the end?

"Crazy? Tell you, I'm going crazy! I won't go home! No one in that family welcomes me, what should I do when I go back? You don't want me, so why do you care about me?!"

The grievance in my heart was extreme, tears flowed out as if I didn't want money, and it seemed that I wanted to cry all the tears that I hadn't shed in these eight years at once.

Mo Jiu cried, crying for the first time in ten years.

Ten years ago, Grandma Mo passed away and when she was sent away, she didn't cry.

She didn't cry when she suddenly had no living expenses and she lived in a mansion in Nuoda, but couldn't even pay the utility bills.

She didn't cry when the nanny disappeared, when she moved from a high-end villa to a dilapidated complex, and was pointed out to read jokes.

She didn't cry when she was surrounded by a group of gangsters, and she fought desperately with them and was injured all over her body.

She didn't even cry when Han Chaoyang and Lin Ruo treated her like that, and when the whole school forced her to apologize.

But at this moment, she felt extremely wronged.

"You don't like me, you don't even want me anymore, what do you do to control me, you go, I don't want you to control me, don't you hate me? Don't you want to see me? Then you just treat me as a fart Can't you?"

The girl looked very embarrassed at the moment.

Her shawl hair was glued to her face with tears, and her eyes were red. Others could cry like pear blossoms with rain, but Mo Jiu's crying had an ugly appearance.

Heart shrunk, Long Qingtian's dry and angry feeling disappeared without a trace.

The icy air filled the air, and only Mo Jiu's sobbing and crying could be heard in the air, mixed with her intermittent crying and cursing.

a long time.

Long Qingtian let her go, and said cold words: "I don't hate you."

The crying stopped.

Long Qingtian paused, looked at the crying little face, and said again: "I don't like you."

Mo Jiu's eyes widened.

She raised her head, although her face was still not good-looking, but her mood suddenly jumped up.

The brain was even more confused, Mo Jiu's face was still stained with tears, but then she smiled silly, top-heavy, she walked to the bedroom, "I, I'll sleep for a while..."

After saying that, with a bang, she closed the bedroom door and lay down on the bed.

Time passed by, and under the dim light in the living room, Long Qingtian stood there stupidly, feeling a little confused about the situation.

Frowning, looking at the door of the bedroom, he thought about it, and spent the night in the living room.

On the second day, the sky was bright, but Mo Jiu still didn't get up.

Long Qingtian hesitated for a while and finally knocked on the door.

Boom!

Long Qingtian knocked on the door for a while but no one answered.

Frowning slightly, he, who has always been impatient, took out a steel wire from his pocket, swung it around a few times, and heard a click, and the door opened.

The room was not lit and the curtains were closed.

Although it was dim, he had already adapted to various environments. Long Qingtian, who was born in a special soldier, locked on the target immediately.

On the bed, the girl curled up on the bed like a kitten. In the dim light, she couldn't see clearly, but Long Qingtian's breathing was inexplicably stagnant.

According to statistics, when most people in the world are injured or helpless and desperate, they will form this method of curling up in the mother's womb, because this is the safest posture in people's subconscious.