Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 3917 He is really alive... (1)

That tie disturbed Ning An's mind, as if it was tightly tied to her heart, making her breathless.

She buried her head in her arms, with a dazed and silent expression, Song Shaoyan's appearance in her mind for a while, and Mo Xiu's appearance for a while.

"Impossible... Song Shaoyan died long ago..." Ning An couldn't believe it.

Song Shaoyan was dead long ago, and that scumbag was dead long ago.

What does an identical tie mean? Moxiu is Moxiu, Song Shaoyan is Song Shaoyan, they are not alone.

Ning An kept hypnotizing herself.

In a panic, her head hurt more and more, and she didn't want to think about it.

Even if Moxiu is Song Shaoyan, so it is impossible for her to have anything to do with Song Shaoyan. Song Shaoyan, whoever has a little bit of conscience, shouldn't disturb her peaceful life anymore.

No, Mo Xiu is not Song Shaoyan, Mo Xiu is Mo Xiu.

In a daze, Ning An remembered that day in the garden, she read an English poem, and Mo Xiu took it skillfully.

No, it's all a coincidence, it's all a coincidence.

How can there be such a coincidence in this world, Song Shaoyan died long ago in a mining disaster in Africa.

Ning An couldn't stay in the Mo family for a moment, she felt suffocated.

Moxiu is not Song Shaoyan. Although Moxiu has a bad temper, at least he will laugh with her, sit patiently with her, like to eat her dishes, and like to give her things.

But Song Shaoyan was so proud that he would only sneer at her, look down on her, and would not wait to see her.

Song Shaoyan only had Gu Huiyin in his heart.

How could they be alone.

Ning An didn't want to search anymore, she wanted to leave here.

After leaving here, everything has nothing to do with her, just like a dream. From then on, she still works hard in New York and lives peacefully with her daughter.

She wanted to leave.

Ning An tore up the written letter to pieces, she felt that she was unnecessary.

The Mickey on the bedside was still there, and during the days she couldn't see, it was this Mickey who always accompanied her to sleep.

She touched Mickey's head, but didn't take it away.

After a long silence, Ning An stood up and left.

Passing the garden from her bedroom, she saw the picturesque scenery of colorful flowers.

It seemed that Moxiu was still holding a wheelchair and sitting under the tree trunk, and when the wind blew, the petals fell into mud.

"Sister An'an, where are you going?" Xiaoduo chased after her, "Didn't it mean you're leaving today? Why are you leaving today? Give President Mo a call. President Mo doesn't know you're leaving yet."

"He expects me to leave anytime, and it doesn't matter when I leave."

"But Sister An An...you should tell President Mo both emotionally and rationally." Xiaoduo wondered, "Actually, President Mo is quite nice..."

Ning An couldn't move anymore.

Yes, you should tell him both emotionally and rationally.

He saved her life.

Ning An was silent for a while: "I'll give him a call."

The Mo family's landline can only make a few calls, and Mo Xiu's number is one of them.

Amidst the unease, the other end picked up, and the background was noisy, as if in a certain club.

"What's the matter?" Mo Xiu's hoarse voice sounded.

"It's me." Ning An paused, "President Mo...are you coming back? If not...I'm leaving tomorrow. I called you...to say goodbye."

"You just leave, tell me what to do? Shouldn't you leave when your eyes are healed? Do you still want me, Mo, to cultivate you for the rest of your life?"

(End of this chapter)