Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1043 The pit is 193 meters deep
Bit by bit, slowly penetrate.

When she was caught off guard, it had already become a community of life.

No one is complete without him.

Leaving him is like peeling off the flesh and blood from the body, tearing it alive...

Her eyes were red, and she had a smile on her face. She looked obedient, but her eyes were full of unruly, as if she was trying to force him to reveal some plan, or as usual, confidently convinced her, what kind of "cut Xiao Shi The matter of "family" was all in his expectation, it was just a small move he made.

But she waited for a long time, but Xiao Qian didn't say anything.

He sighed, hugged her tightly, and couldn't stop laughing.

"I thought Ah Jiu should be happy? Don't you hate that I control you too much, arrange everything for you, never respect your opinions, domineering and unreasonable, and never even let me Did you participate in those things? Without me, no one will control you from now on, you can do whatever you want... Probably, this is the freedom you have always wanted, the real freedom, right?"

Mo Jiu's throat was so painful that he couldn't speak.

Yes, she loves freedom.

What he said was also her complaint against Xiao Liulang.

When two people get along, there are indeed many unsatisfactory places.

Even countless times, she did not hesitate to fight against him in order to gain autonomy.

But at this moment, she really didn't want anything.

...as long as he lives, everything is fine.

Even if they quarrel every day and get red-faced, they still want him by their side.

"Why are you crying?" He wiped her eye sockets, and coaxed her with a smile, "Ah Jiu is the strongest girl, I remember you don't like to cry."

Mo Jiu sniffed, and finally couldn't help it, tears bursting down the bank.

But she didn't cry out, but she patted his hand with tears in her eyes and said something disgusting.

"Who told you to be sensational? It seems like you are really going to die. Sit down, and I will comb your hair."

With an inexplicable resentment, she turned Xiao Qian around again, turned her back to herself, then half-kneeled on the straw behind him, grabbed a strand of his hair, and pulled it hard in dissatisfaction.

Thinking it hurt, Xiao Qian frowned, but let her vent her anger without making a sound.

Seeing this, Mo Jiu snorted and couldn't help but relax.

Holding the comb, she picked up a lock of his hair, combed it, then moved to the corner of his forehead, and combed it slowly.

"Xiao Liulang, am I a bit of a fool? I have a bad personality and a bad temper. Thinking about it carefully, it seems... there are really not many good places. From now on, I will change it slowly until I am done. , will you like me more?"

Xiao Qian remained motionless, allowing her to toss on his head.

"It's fine if you're like this."

Mo Jiu lowered his head, looked at his tall and straight back, and chuckled, "Really?"

"Really." He nodded slightly, pulling his hair painfully.

He raised his head again, and added in a low voice, "If you are a bit stupid, that is simplicity. If you have a bad personality, that is frankness. If you have a bad temper, that is directness. It is better to associate with people who are simple and straightforward than to be with people who are honest and straightforward, and do not have a sword hidden in a smile." people are friends.”

With a "poof", Mo Jiu laughed, "Whoever said that is so insightful."

Xiao Qian was silent for a moment, then whispered two words, "My mother."

The fingers that combed her hair paused, and Mo Jiu didn't answer for a long time.

Having known each other for such a long time, she rarely heard Xiao Qian mention his mother.

All he knew was that the woman who loved him the most in the world had already passed away.

(End of this chapter)