Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

Long Qingtian sighed deeply, looked at this woman who didn't know right from wrong, explained the photo incident in the shortest words, and finally said: "Aunt Mo, you need to go to Dongjiao No. [-] Middle School in person."

After saying this, he strode out and chased after him.

Mo Jiayi stumbled and rushed down the stairs, just about to rush out to pull Mo Jiu back, when suddenly a sharp scream pierced the night sky!

"what……!"

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Night, cold and dark.

Walking out of Mo's old house, Mo Jiu strolled on the road.

The sadness in my heart was still wave after wave, the outbreak at Mo's house just now was like an introduction, the pain was like a flood bursting its embankment, submerging her turbulently.

My heart still hurts.

The wound on the arm was burning hot.

There was darkness in front of him, but Mo Jiu didn't feel any fear, only a kind of despair and bewilderment.

Her chest seemed to be blocked by something, which made her breathing hard, and she choked up, unable to stop.

The tears in the eyes flowed out involuntarily, Mo Jiu raised his head and smiled sarcastically: Is it because the tears of ten years should be shed at this moment?

It was very inconvenient to wear high heels on her feet. As she walked, she staggered, and the eight centimeters high shoes swayed from side to side. She felt like a drunk, and she couldn't stabilize her body no matter what.

Snapped!

Mo Jiu sat down on the ground.

It didn't matter where it was, or whether there was a car behind her or not, she just sat there, angrily tore off her high heels, and threw them forward!

Then she hugged her knees with her arms, curled up into a ball, buried her head in her knees, and let the tears slide down.

Behind Mo Jiu, the black Land Rover followed, and Long Qingtian in the car quickly stopped when Mo Jiu started to sway from side to side.

Step by step, he slowly came behind Mo Jiu, watching this woman who had been like a hedgehog since he met him, bit by bit, the line of defense in front of him disintegrated and collapsed.

This was not the first time a girl cried, but this was the most painful time for Long Qingtian.

He crouched down.

Mo Jiu knew that Long Qingtian had been following her.

She cried and cried, and the tears seemed to flow for no money, and she couldn't stop.On this quiet road, only her choking sound remained.

For a long time.

Mo Jiu raised her head and looked at Long Qingtian with teary eyes. She twitched the corners of her mouth, but found that she couldn't laugh at all.

Long Qingtian put his big hand on her shoulder hesitantly, and patted it lightly: "You don't have to do this in front of me."

You don't need to do this, you don't need to pretend to be strong?

With blurred vision, she could see that Long Qingtian was still in the suit at the dinner party.

In the dark night, under the moonlight, the man is cold and the girl is pretty, but Mo Jiu knows that at this moment, his eyes must be red and swollen, ugly and embarrassed.

Why?

Mo Jiu felt it was unfair, why did Long Qingtian have a great temperament every time, but he had to be like an ugly duckling?

She turned around suddenly and hugged the man's waist directly.

Long Qingtian subconsciously wanted to reach out and push her away, but his hand paused in mid-air, and he suddenly thought, the girl is already so sad, would it be too cruel to push her away at this moment?

The ruthless Young Master Long, who has always killed people without blinking an eye, would even think of the word cruel at this moment. If Yu Zhuo and Gong Chen knew about it, he would probably laugh his ass off.

Feeling the man's body stiffen, Mo Jiu's heart finally regained some balance.

But, it's not enough.