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Chapter 880 A Rare Peaceful Coexistence

Mu Qingxun stared at Qiao Yimo, and slowly let go of her arms.

The moment his body relaxed, a certain nerve in Qiao Yimo's brain was broken with a bang.

The moment the nerve endings felt pain, Qiao Yimo suddenly took a deep breath, pursed his lips that had been dry for some time, stared at Mu Qingxun with wide eyes, relaxed his clenched hands, and stroked gently on his chest. move.

"What you said is true?"

Mu Qing's dark pupils only imprinted Qiao Yimo's face, not letting go of the slightest emotional change on her face, and humming to herself, "Isn't this the result of what you have been thinking about for more than five years? Why, now I hope just follow

Talk about it? "

"No, it's not."

Qiao Yimo's expression trembled, her big eyes swayed from side to side in bewilderment, and she took a breath, "I, I just, felt it was too sudden... You, you really decided, right?"

Qiao Yimo's eyes were wide open, and the emotions in them were complicated and turbulent, which made her eyes more lively and beautiful.

Mu Qingxun put her hands in her trouser pockets, tilted her head slightly to the left, looked at Qiao Yimo with her thin lips, and said in a low voice, "If you want me to just say something casually, I'll just pretend that I didn't say anything just now. Pass."

"..." Qiao Yimo stared straight at him, her eyes were earnestly probing, her little face was slightly pale.

"The decision I made will not be changed easily, you know that." Mu Qingxun looked deeply at Qiao Yimo, her voice was still very low and soft.

Qiao Yimo's throat was blocked suddenly, and the paleness on his face intensified.

She looked at Mu Qingxun's unparalleled handsome face, and suddenly felt a pinprick pain in her heart.

Five years ago, when she decided to leave him, she thought that she would never make herself so hurt, so... sad because of him.

But now, after she has been suffering for more than five years, looking forward to it for more than five years, and hating her for more than five years... Finally, when he said to let go, she unexpectedly felt the feeling of not being controlled by herself, so intensely... even make her feel
There is a bit of suffocation pain...

Qiao Yimo's curly and thick eyelashes trembled violently as if being blown by a strong wind, and her pupils looking at Mu Qingxun were dry and stinging as if she hadn't fallen asleep for days and nights.

The hands half-raised in front of his chest were especially frozen by the ice, and he couldn't move for a long time.

……

After Mu Qingxun said that he wanted to let go of Qiao Yimo completely, the relationship between the two of them suddenly calmed down.

The two sat down at the table again and had dinner together. After dinner, Qiao Yimo tidied up silently. For the first time, he didn't complain at all about Uncle Mu's behavior of not being too lazy to move a finger.

After tidying up and coming out of the kitchen, Qiao Yimo looked up and saw the man who was still sitting on the bench on the terrace, facing her sideways.

Mu Qingxuan lifted his chin slightly, his gaze fell on one place calmly, the balcony was dimly lit, he was sitting there, and his shadow lay quietly behind him.

Qiao Yimo looked at him, in all fairness, the picture was so beautiful that it was like looking at a painting with exquisite skills, so beautiful that people dare not approach him.

It's just that such a "beautiful scene" will never be seen again after tonight.

Qiao Yimo curled her fingertips lightly, a look of loneliness flashed across her eyes, she shook her head, walked to the coffee table, made a pot of tea, and walked to the terrace with it.

Hearing the sound, Mu Qingxuan turned her head and glanced lightly at Qiao Yimo, then looked away again, the whole person was too quiet.

Qiao Yimo also glanced at him, sat down on the stool opposite him, picked up the teapot and poured out two cups of tea.

"Will you regret it?"

Before the teacup Qiao Yimo picked up was placed in front of Mu Qingxun, Mu Qingxun suddenly murmured.

Qiao Yimo's hands trembled slightly, and some of the hot tea in the teacup spilled on the back of her hand.

Qiao Yimo frowned and held back.

Putting the teacup on the table in front of him, Qiao Yimo held the hand that was splashed by the hot tea and wanted to take it back.

At this moment, the man's long and slender hand reached out, grabbed her hand involuntarily, and at the same time rubbed the place where she splashed the tea with his fingertips.

Qiao Yimo's hands were a little stiff, and he raised his eyes to stare at him.

Mu Qingxun only looked at her hand, after the pulp of her finger had run down the tea on the back of her hand, she pinched the knuckles of her fingers moderately.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips and twitched her hands.

Mu Qingxun stopped moving her hands, raised her eyes to stare at Qiao Yimo, and let go after a few seconds.

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo with dark eyes, "After that, what are your plans?"

"..." Qiao Yimo's expression froze, staring at Mu Qingxun.

What he asked was that after he decided to let go, the two had nothing to do with each other, he no longer controlled her, he overbearingly "monitored" everything that happened around her, he no longer asked her to talk to him, no longer cared whether she knew her or not opposite sex no more
She cared about whether she wanted to get married, who she would marry... In her life, there was no him at all, her plan.

"Forget it. You'd better not tell me, so that I won't be unhappy when I find out, and won't let you go if I regret it."

Mu Qingxun's voice was as flat as water, and Qiao Yimo couldn't hear the slightest emotion and emotion from his tone.

It's not that Qiao Yimo has never seen Mu Qingxun's indifferent attitude towards unimportant people, and the tone he spoke to her at this moment suddenly made Qiao Yimo feel that after he decided to break up with her completely, she was in his eyes. , it becomes

One of the people who didn't matter to him.

Even if the words he said were taken literally, there were some regrets, reluctance, and last resort.

Joey's eyelashes trembled, he lowered his head, and took a sip from his teacup.

The tea was clearly hot, but when she drank it, it made Qiao Yimo feel like she was drinking a cold drink with ice, which made her stomach cramp slightly.

A touch of warmth suddenly brushed her face.

Qiao Yimo was taken aback, then raised her head in a daze, and looked at the man across from her in surprise.

Mu Qingxun looked at her, his eyes were very focused again, he gently held Qiao Yimo's side face with his hand, stroked it slowly, and whispered, "Your face is so white, is it uncomfortable?"

Qiao Yimo, "..."

Mu Qingxun's hand stayed on Qiao Yimo's face for a long time before she took it back with a low sigh.

Qiao Yimo's thoughts were in a mess, his eyes flickered non-stop, he took a small breath, and looked at Mu Qingxun with his fingertips clasped.

One second before, she felt that she was already an insignificant passer-by in Mu Qingxun's eyes, but the next second he...

Mu Qingxun lowered her eyes, glanced at the watch on her wrist casually, and raised her eyelids to look at Qiao Yimo, "Is there nothing you want to say to me? For example... scold me, tell me how much you hate me all these years ..."

Qiao Yimo's gaze was always on Mu Qingxun, so naturally he didn't ignore his glance at the watch.

Qiao Yimo's throat was dry, she swallowed, let go of her fingertips, and raised her hand.

"me……"

Qiao Yimo pointed at herself twice, then paused, watching Mu Qingxun's eyes suddenly turn red and her pupils tremble.

Mu Qingxun's eyes were deep and her voice was slightly hoarse, "What?"

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, held her dry lips tightly, and stared at Mu Qingxun, "You have figured it out, and you are willing to let it go, I, thank you, really."

The contours of Mu Qingxun's face tensed an inch, silently staring at her.

"Some things have already happened and cannot be changed..."

Qiao Yimo's fingers froze there, and the raging redness in his eyes seemed to burst out in the next second.

After a long time, Qiao Yimo bit her lower lip before continuing to gesture, "You and I have endured a lot... pain. I understand that you have a lot of helplessness and grievances..."

"I, I don't want to hate you, because I know that during the time we were together, everything you did, every decision, had only one purpose from beginning to end."

"The pain in your heart is no less than mine. I just can't control myself..."

When Qiao Yimo expressed these, pain was written on every line of her face, every ray of light in her eyes, and every movement of her hands was weak and heavy.

Mu Qingxun stared at Qiao Yimo tightly, without any expression on her face.

But the heart that pierced through that layer of indifferent and indifferent skin was clenched tightly.

Qiao Yimo's eyes were red, she helped her forehead, paused for a moment, and continued, "There is no right or wrong in your relationship with me..."

"We tried our best. If we say that all relationships have their own destiny, our fate is doomed to be only one or two years. Five years ago, we should have ended..."

"Mu Qingyan."

Qiao Yimo looked at Mu Qingxun, his eyes were filled with ruddy and crystal clear liquid, and he tried not to let it shed a tear, "I understand all your helplessness and forbearance, we are together, I have never doubted you to my sincerity and

The determination to grow old with me.But I still can't agree with and understand your approach and choices in many things. "

"I do hate you and resent you. This hatred and resentment may remain in my consciousness for the rest of my life, or maybe I will stop hating or resenting in a year or two."

"So, so... I'm sorry, I can't wish you happiness with the feeling that I still resent you..."

Is it just because you still hate and complain, so you can't give him the "final" blessing?
Maybe, only Qiao Yimo knew it.

"Do you hate me because I married someone else but still want to occupy you, or do you hate me for not protecting you and... our child?"

Mu Qingxun looked at Qiao Yimo, her eyes seemed to be covered with a thin film, and she couldn't see clearly.

"All right."

Qiao Yimo's pale face flashed in a trance, she raised her delicate chin, her eyes were filled with thick mist, and she stared at Mu Qingxun, "The concessions and compromises you made did not bring any good The result, isn't it?
"

Mu Qingxun's heartstrings trembled violently, gray and white flashed across her thin face, her black eyes narrowed, and she fixedly looked at Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo pursed her lips tightly, and looked at Mu Qingxun.

She knew that what she said was very serious, but what she said was also true.

"You think I'm cowardly and incompetent, useless, a waste that can't even protect my beloved woman and my own flesh and blood." Mu Qingxun said in a declarative tone.

Qiao Yimo was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized it, he gasped suddenly and shook his head hurriedly, "I, I didn't mean that..."

"You don't need to explain, I know what you mean!" Mu Qingyan said in a deep voice with her thin lips straightened.

"..."

Qiao Yimo looked at Mu Qingxun's dark and handsome face, her heart trembled slightly, and she silently held her breath.

(End of this chapter)