Master Mo's beloved wife

Qin Xiaolou looked down at the porridge in the bowl.

"Where is mo XiuXiu?" She turned her head and asked.

Ink light cold hand meal, deeply staring at Qin Xiaolou, two people's eyes in the air so glued.

Finally, Qin Xiaolou couldn't help but smile sarcastically, "did you send Mo XiuXiu away?"

Mo QingHan frowned. He didn't like the smile. He didn't like it at all. The meaning of the eyeground clearly said that she knew it.

"Let's have porridge first. It won't be good when it's cold." Mo QingHan brings his porridge to Qin Xiaolou again.

"Pa!"

Qin Xiaolou impatiently pushed away the porridge in front of him.

The bowl suddenly fell to the ground and the porridge spilled all over the floor.

Qin Xiaolou was a little stunned, but he still had a strong air

"Mo QingHan, what did Mo XiuXiu do? You know most clearly in your heart. Do you think that if you let her hide abroad, you can escape the punishment of the law?"

Mo QingHan watched the porridge on the ground in silence.

"Mo QingHan, ten years ago, the driver was so innocent that you promised me that you would make this matter clear!" Qin Xiaolou said excitedly.

"Do you know how I came here in the past ten years?" There was a tremor in her voice, a trace of fear:

"Have you ever experienced waking up from a nightmare every night? I watched Xiaoxian turn around and run out, then go after her.

I chased and chased. I never caught her. Finally one day, I caught her by the shoulder.

I'm very happy, I'm really happy, even once, but do you know what I see? "

She stares directly at Mo QingHan, "what I see is Xiao Xian's bloody face and broken smile.

I want to scream, but I can't say anything. Even an apology is so hard to export. "

"Because I know that no matter how much I say, I can't make up for her." Qin Xiaolou looks at the ink

"Do you know how it feels? You don't know? So you still choose to defend Mo XiuXiu. You still defend her again and again when she is wrong! "

Her voice was trembling with despair, with the smell of heartbreak.

Ink light cold Leng in place, eyes fell in Qin Xiaolou dark eyes, heart flashed a trace of pain.

"I..." he raised his hand and tried to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but his hand stopped in the air, a little helpless

"Don't cry, you are ugly."

"I..." Qin Xiaolou was angry and laughed.

"Sorry, I don't know." Mo QingHan suddenly interrupted Qin Xiaolou, "I didn't know you were so sad."

There was a deep note in his voice.

Qin Xiaolou Leng in place, she just heard what, Mo light cold in and her apology?

His apology suddenly interrupted her whole thought, and made her brain like a ball of wool.

Even she didn't know what she was talking about.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became sticky. It seemed that even breathing began to become difficult.

Her hands clung tightly to the sheet, and her palms were covered with delicate sweat.

"What's the use of apologizing? Everything has happened and the damage has been done. Can you save the driver's innocent ten years in prison?"

As soon as she finished, she almost bit off her tongue. What is she saying? Is she accusing Mo QingHan?

"I'm sorry, I'm... I'm in a little mood..." she turned her head and took a deep breath.

"I will try to remedy this." Mo light cold finish saying, and picked up the porridge on the table, "you just hungry? Let's have porridge first. "

Qin Xiaolou drank the porridge in the bowl with his spoon in a daze.

In the twinkling of an eye, a bowl is at the bottom.

She licked her mouth more than she could chew.

Mo QingHan suddenly put down the bowl in his hand and came to her.

Qin Xiaolou held her breath, her eyes widened and looked at the visitor nervously. Her heart beat violently in her chest, as if laughing at her deer bumping.

Breathing slowly close, she can even feel his hot breathing, gently spray on her skin, with the temperature of ambiguous.

He

She gripped the sheet tightly and closed her eyes slowly.

All of a sudden.

Suddenly, there was a slightly rough touch on his lips.

She was stunned.

There was a magnetic low laugh in the air. "There's something on your lips."

“……”

Qin Xiaolou's palm is even tighter.

She took a deep breath and suddenly opened her eyes. Mo QingHan had already sat back in the original position, looking at her in her spare time.

“……”

"Thank you." She said with an affected smile.

"No, do you want any more?" Ink light cold finish saying, pour out a bowl of porridge from the thermos cup again.

"Thank you. I'll do it myself. I don't dare to bother Mr. mo."

Qin Xiaolou snatched the bowl excitedly, but he didn't know whether it was anger or loss?

Mo QingHan raised her eyebrows, sat on one side and looked at her in silence, and did not speak.

Qin Xiaolou in such naked and hot eyes, gradually red face, only pretending to look at his bowl of porridge.

Finally, she couldn't help it any more. She put the porridge aside and looked at Mo QingHan calmly

"Mr. Mo, if you have nothing to do, please go back first."

"Oh? What if I don't go back? " Ink light cold, lips hook up a bad smile.

Qin Xiaolou is angry. She wants to ask Mo QingHan out loud, but she doesn't say anything.

"Stay here if you like." She lay down slowly, raised the quilt over her head and kept herself in silence.

The light all around suddenly disappeared.

She opened her eyes and hid in the dark, and the acid gradually came up with the darkness.

Finally, the man's vision was isolated, her heart slowly relaxed, but the disappointment was still lingering.

What is she disappointed in?

Is disappointment still unable to wait for his apology in the end?

Or disappointed in their humble, still unable to vent the bottom of my heart unwilling to all, can only hide into the bottom of my heart, those invisible corners?

There is a saying that is good, like is reckless, love is restraint.

She still loves ink. Otherwise, why can't she say so much? She's afraid that once she says it, the relationship between him and her will be even

"Xiaolou, you are tired. Have a good rest."

She heard Mo QingHan's voice, followed by the sound of the stool rubbing the ground, and then the sound of his footsteps leaving, all of which were clear.

His every step seemed to strike on her heart.

Cruel and bloody.

Let's go. Let's go everything.

She breathed a sigh of relief.