Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 957 The Deep Pit Does Not Belong To My Heart Would Rather Bury (5)
It's not that he is not good enough, but that she is too demanding?
Thinking about what Peng Xin said, she didn't completely agree with it, but she couldn't deny it.

In the current social order, Xiao Liulang is [-]% a good man who is one in a million.Even from the perspective of modern women, he is a man who knows how to love women, and he is regarded as the best among men... But no matter whether she is too demanding, or she overestimates her own status in the love market Regardless of the value, she was unwilling to accommodate in this matter, so that the problem became more and more serious, and the vicious circle continued from then on.

"Peng Xin, you may find my thoughts weird, but I am like this. When a man condemns me indiscriminately, and chooses to trust others without hesitation between me and other people, If you don’t believe me, it’s no different from slapping me in the face in public. Even if I lose him, I will be scarred, and I will never meet love again. "

"Humans are all greedy. If you have an inch, you still want to gain more." Peng Xin's values ​​are obviously different from hers. Even if she is a relatively enlightened woman, she can't understand Mo Jiu's stubbornness. "Mo Jiu, you Do you know how many girls dream of Xiao Liulang? And how many girls dream of being cared for by him? You, you don't know how to cherish."

"You don't understand, I already cherish it." Mo Jiu bent his lips and smiled, "If you don't cherish it, why would I bother?"

"Maybe it's because I don't understand." Peng Xin lowered her head and continued to embroider the shoes, but it was probably because she was distracted, the embroidery needle caught her hand needle unexpectedly, she made a "hiss", raised her hand and put it in her mouth, sucking it gently After a while, after thinking for a while, he said again: "But you have never really lost, and you don't know how much pain and regret it will be to lose someone you once had..."

"Well, I want to save you into a fairy, but you want to save me into an adult." Mo Jiu laughed, was gouged out by Peng Xin, stuck out his tongue again, restrained his narrow expression, and said solemnly: "It doesn't belong to me." heart, I would rather bury."

"But you are obviously unable to bury it now."

Peng Xin's determined look made Mo Jiu a little annoyed.

After loving for so long, I can go if I say go.But if you forget it, how can you forget it?
Pulling her lips slightly, she stroked the hair on her temples, and smiled ambiguously, "Well, you're right. Since I can't bury it, I can only polish it well. I can't polish it once. I'll polish it twice, and I'll polish it twice. I can’t polish it, I polished it three times, and I still can’t polish it three times... It’s almost ready to be buried in the ground.”

Sometimes, a seemingly casual joke actually carries the sincerity of the speaker.Seeing that Mo Jiu was smiling, Peng Xin squinted at her, sighed helplessly, picked up the shoe shape on his knee, and continued to embroider.Mo Jiu also took the book, but this time, she couldn't get into the mood for a long time, and couldn't turn a page for a long time.

There was silence in the tent, but the whimpering of the wind and snow outside became louder.

At this time, Song Ao's clear voice came to his ears again.

"Little widow, little widow, if you don't come out, will I break in?"

Alas?Is this guy getting bolder?This time you want to force your way?

Mo Jiu exchanged glances with Peng Xin, snorted coldly, put down the book, stroked his hair, walked over and opened the curtain, and was about to give that guy a bite when suddenly he was hit by a faint scent. sneeze.

She wrinkled her nose in displeasure, and looked around against the fragrant wind. An unfamiliar tall and beautiful girl stood slim and graceful in front of her. From one angle, she is a perfect beauty.

(End of this chapter)