Master Mo's beloved wife

"Qin Xiaolou, what are you crying for? Are you crying that I used you, or are you crying that I'm with Tong Weiwei? "

Ink light cold suddenly brow exhibition, pondering looking at Qin Xiaolou.

"I..." Qin Xiaolou hesitated and couldn't answer. He wiped his tears in a panic. "Of course, you used me!"

"Yes? But just now you said that you were willing to be used by me. Why did you become so fast? "

"I..." Qin Xiaolou looked flustered. His hands were tight and his heart was beating fast in his chest. It seemed that he was going to jump out at any time.

"Qin Xiaolou, are you in love with me?"

He said quietly, but it was like a thunder exploding in her ear.

"I didn't!" Qin Xiaolou shook his head in horror.

"No?" Ink light cold sharp eyes fell on her, as if to see through her whole person.

"No, even if all the men in the world are gone, I won't fall in love with you.

Mo QingHan, you are a ruthless executioner! You killed ye Junfei's father, and you still... "

She cried out excitedly.

"What else?"

"You still..." Qin Xiaolou's momentum, under his pressure, is more and more brave, "you also want to kill my child, my only child!"

He once said that he didn't want to keep her children. The car accident happened to be at his will, and he even saved his hands.

She will always remember the illusion that she pushed him hard, and then bang, the car hit him, and all her flesh and bones were separated.

It was so dark at that time, just like the despair in her heart.

She thought that it was darkness that made her despair. She didn't realize that it was the man in front of her that made her despair until she looked into the ink cold eyes.

It was his ruthlessness that killed her child and her cowardice towards him that led to today's tragedy.

"Mo QingHan, I don't love you, I will never love you!"

What she said was resolute and decisive. The tears in her eyes were spinning and blurring in front of her eyes.

Ink light cold face more and more black.

"Squeak!"

The tires chafed on the ground, making a piercing noise.

"Qin Xiaolou, you are so good!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes suddenly turned to the forest, "sometimes I really want to strangle you like this."

Qin Xiaolou shrank back in horror, and the tears in her eyes were choked back.

There was a strange silence in the car.

Mo QingHan holds the steering wheel tightly with his hands, and his tight jaw shows his anger.

She secretly looked at Mo QingHan, and quickly pushed the door open. The fresh and cold air rushed towards her and scattered her chaotic brain.

Street lamp will pull the shadow of people very long, she watched Mo QingHan's car continue to be like a rocket, disappeared in the wild night.

She couldn't help but feel sad in her eyes. As she walked on the side of the road, tears began to flood her eyes again.

"Damn Mo QingHan, you are not my brother QingHan, damn..." she murmured to herself as she walked.

All of a sudden, a pair of hands stopped in front of her, holding a bottle.

Qin Xiaolou looked up in panic and quickly backed back, but his hand was firmly grasped by the drunk in front of him.

"Beauty, so late, how lonely, do you want my brother to accompany you?"

"You let me go!" Qin Xiaolou broke away in a hurry, and her delicate face was pale and terrible.

Qin Xiaolou ran back in a hurry, but was knocked down by a strong force behind her. Her palm rubbed against the hard asphalt road, and a deep pain hit her.

The drunkard in front of her was unwilling to hold her feet.

Qin Xiaolou forgot to wipe his tears, and quickly kicked away the people in front of him.

The drunkard seemed to lose his temper and smashed the beer bottle into the ground, splashing pieces of glass.

Qin Xiaolou was hit by that sound, and even the drunk didn't find when he came to her.

"Beauty, come on, I'll buy you a drink."

The drunkard once again held her wrist tightly, and the whole person came to the direction of Qin Xiaolou. The corner of his mouth opened to smile, showing a big yellow tooth.

Qin Xiaolou watched the scene in horror.

"Bang!"

All of a sudden.

The drunkard flew out.

"Are you stupid? Don't you even know how to hide? "

Qin Xiaolou blinked and looked at the ink light cold in front of him. Didn't he just leave alone? Is this coming back?

Ink light cold eyes fell on her hand, eyes flashed a touch of dark.

Qin Xiaolou followed his line of sight, and then found that his hand did not know what to draw a small wound, and the red blood beads filled out.

"Not yet? Do you want to stay here for the night? " Ink light cold thin lips slightly open.

Qin Xiaolou quickly got up from the ground, but the pain from her feet suddenly made her mind white. Her whole weight was unstable and she fell straight ahead.

She nervously closed her eyes, the expected ground did not touch.

Mo light cold quickly took her hand, holding her up.

The warm grass breath came to her, mixed with weightlessness and warm touch, which directly stimulated her senses and made her feel a great unreal.

It was not until he took her into the car and put her in position that the feeling of floating seemed to be better.

"Hands."

Mo QingHan spewed out a word briefly.

"Ah?"

Qin Xiaolou's whole body's cells are tense, inexplicably heard him say this word, some did not respond.

"Hand over here."

He frowned, with a look that clearly mocked her.

Qin Xiaolou slowly stretched out his hand and was caught by him.

She then saw that he was holding alcohol and band aid in his hand. He lowered his head and carefully wiped off the blood stains of the wound for her, and then put on the band aid.

The dim light came in from the window, hit his side face, fell a faint shadow, and perfectly outlined him.

Qin Xiaolou looks at Mo QingHan in this way, and becomes fascinated.

It was not until he put down her hand that she woke up. She quickly touched her hot face and felt the beating heart in her chest.

He is so gentle that people can't tell whether he is her elder brother or not now, ten years ago or ten years later?

"Gollum, Gollum!"

A burst of abdominal sounds suddenly sounded.

Qin Xiaolou blushed and covered her abdomen. How could she forget this stubble? She didn't eat at night. After a moment's consumption, now she can almost eat ten cows.

Mo QingHan quietly collected the alcohol and continued to drive.

Late at night, the Maybach stopped in front of a noodle shop.

In the noodle shop.

Qin Xiaolou looked at the noodles in the bowl with salivation, and ate them in the steaming fog.

Mo QingHan sat quietly opposite her, and his eyes fell lightly on Qin Xiaolou, with a light indulgence

"You slow down, no one grabs you. What do you look like?"