Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

Seeing that she was silent, Yang Mufan moved his eyes slightly, squinted at her, and continued coldly: "Mu Wanqing, I need to make it clear: no matter what you do for me, I will never thank you, let alone Thank you, you are still you, I am still me, no matter how much you do, you will not be able to wash away the sins on your body, and I will never be able to love you, let alone let you be the eldest mistress of the family, understand?!"

After hearing this, Mu Wanqing raised her head and stared straight at him, clearly seeing the disgust, hatred, and murderous intent towards her in his eyes, and her inexplicably wronged heart was bubbling.

She stayed with him with good intentions and helped him hold an umbrella. She didn't want his thanks, let alone his gratitude. She was just afraid of him getting sick and caring about him.

How could this man... be like this, such a bastard? !

Black and white are reversed, and there is no distinction between right and wrong.

Mu Wanqing was slightly displeased.

The unhappy result was that one of them couldn't control it. She pursed her mouth and complained faintly: "Admiration Fan, can you be a little more sunny and not be so dark in your heart?!"

It seems that everyone in the world feels sorry for him, has bad intentions, has ulterior motives, and has other plans for him, all of them are bad people.

Is that necessary? !

No matter how dark it is, there must be a limit.

After hearing these words, Yang Mufan's eyes were red with anger, and he was directly angry: "I hate that I'm not sunny enough, too dark?! That's right, I'm not sunny enough, I'm too dark, so what?! It's dark, you can't see the light again, don't you like me to death."

"..." Mu Wanqing was speechless when she heard this.

I always knew that I admired Fan's narcissism, but I didn't know that I could be so narcissistic.

Not wanting to quarrel with him, Mu Wanqing was silent for a while, lowered her eyes, and muttered softly: "No matter what you think about me, I just care about you and I have no other intentions. You can believe it if you want. If you don’t want to believe it, then forget it.”

After hearing these words, Yang Mufan immediately smiled contemptuously: "Really?! Since you like to be a bad person so much, I won't fulfill you, and if I don't give you this chance, it seems that I am too hypocritical and too inconsiderate If you like to hold an umbrella so much, then let's hold it, I have no objection, but I have no objection at all."

When it was over, Yang Mufan bent down slightly, intending to put his mother's photo in front of the tombstone, but just as he bent down, the cold rain hit the sky and covered the sky, he became angry on the spot, turned his head and bared his teeth and growled at her: "It's not for me Are you holding an umbrella?! How did you hold it?! Did you hold the rainwater on me?! Stupid, why don’t you bring me the umbrella?!”

"..." Mu Wanqing was really aggrieved, tears of grievance rolled in her eyes, she bit her lip, and quickly pushed the black umbrella over.

……

Mu Wanqing had never seen Mi Fan showing such an unbearable and fragile expression, pain, sadness, desolation, desolation, and death, she was a completely different person from him who was usually aloof, aloof and indifferent.

He knelt on one knee in front of Zhuang Jin's grave, and kept wiping the rain on the photo with a handkerchief, with a careful, careful and gentle look, as if he was wiping tears for the living Zhuang Jin.

Perhaps Zhuang Jin, who is far away in heaven, is happy and excited at this moment, so she shed tears of happiness and satisfaction.

Mu Wanqing didn't understand the past of Zhuang Jin and Yang Muhao, let alone how deep Zhuang Jin's love for Yang Muhao was. She couldn't return to him while she was alive, and even if she died, she still wanted to go to her. Hao's arms.

If it were her Mu Wanqing, she would not be able to stay by Yang Mufan's side during her lifetime, and she would be the same as Zhuang Jin after her death.

It's just that she is not as greedy as Zhuang Jin. She must build a grave, lie side by side with the man she loves, and must prove her existence to the world.

What Mu Wanqing wants is really very small, she doesn't need a magnificent tombstone, she just wants to turn into an inconspicuous weed by the tomb of Admire Fan, or a small piece of dust, even if he is so humble that he can't see his own existence, However, as long as she was with him, she was satisfied.

Admiring Fan, her cold and thin lips slightly raised to both ends, she was obviously smiling, but that appearance was more...worrying than crying.