Fall in love, Mr. Xi!

Chapter 9 Perhaps, the person who betrays love first is doomed not to be happy

Covering his face with his hands, Mu Chuqiu slowly squatted down against the cold tiles, tears or water flowed down his cheeks.

After taking a bath, Mu Chuqiu lay on the bed a little tired, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her through the window screen.

After staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, he hesitated for a moment, turned over and took out his bag, only to find that his phone had been left in the hotel.

Mu Chuqiu, after thinking about it, got up and sat by the window to turn on the computer and open the mailbox.

There was an unread email, which was received a week ago. When she clicked on it, it was an email from Qiao Xinyu.

"Xiaoqiu, how are you doing recently? We haven't been in touch for a long time, I miss you so much! Celia is not fun at all without you. Apart from buildings and buildings, there is no human touch here. I don't like it very much!! Nancheng with Xiaoqiu is the most memorable. Next time I run away from home, I have to find a better place... By the way, I will return to China in two weeks, the plane at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, remember to pick it up If you don’t come, the consequences will be very serious...you understand! I love you, Xinyu beauty!” At the end of the email, a photo of Qiao Xinyu’s local travel was attached.

The email sent by Qiao Xinyu was nothing more than ordinary greetings and complaints among friends, but it made Mu Chuqiu's eyes turn red, and she cherished it all the more.

Normally, Mu Chuqiu would definitely say that she was hypocritical, and that he was too busy to pick her up.

This time, she simply replied with the word "yes".

Finally, her eyes fell on the words Han Zimo, mailbox.

After hesitating for a moment, he tapped open and began to edit the email, but every word he typed was so difficult.

"Zimo, thank you for taking care of me for the past two years, you are really competent as a boyfriend! I am very happy with you, but I think we are not suitable, you deserve a better love... ·”

"I'm sorry, Zimo, I betrayed our love first, please forget about me!"

"Zimo, I love you, but I'm getting married soon, and the groom is not you! It's someone I don't love!"

"..."

As night fell and the lights came on, Nancheng was as lively as ever.

In the room, only the sound of Mu Chuqiu typing on the keyboard over and over again could be heard.

I wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote again, and my vision was blurred by tears again and again, and finally dripped on the keyboard.

"Zimo, forgive me for not being the Xiaoqiu you know who can simply love you! Let's break up!" The last thing I sent was just the simplest sentence, but it contained all the helplessness and reluctance.

Perhaps, the person who betrays love first is doomed not to be happy!
Farewell, her love!

Goodbye, her son Mo!

Yuxiu Mountain, in a luxurious European-style villa.

The man crossed his legs and sat on the gray leather sofa, holding a pink lady's iPhone between his slender fingers.

A pair of evil, dark eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the couple photo on the phone screen, looking at the corner of the girl's raised mouth in the photo, the light in his eyes instantly dimmed a bit.

That was the only photo of Mu Chuqiu and Han Zimo together.

As soon as Cheng Han entered the door, he saw the young master staring at the phone screen with a gloomy face, wishing to stare at a hole.

How much enmity does this phone have with him?

"Master, here are all the information about Miss Mu!" Cheng Han stood in front of him respectfully, and handed over all the collected information about Mu Chuqiu with both hands.

Seeing that the young master didn't intend to talk to him, Cheng Han was a little embarrassed, and opened the document on his own initiative, and read it out word by word: "Mu Chuqiu, 22 years old, P blood type..."

After reading this, Cheng Han paused for a moment, and looked at Xi Jingshen with joy.

"P blood type?" Sure enough, when he heard these words, Xi Jingshen finally reacted, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were complicated and thoughtful.

　Are you saying that my tears are too low?At that time, I was writing about sending an email to my ex-boyfriend in early autumn, and I actually wrote myself crying here. When my roommate saw my red eyes and asked me what was wrong, I didn't have the nerve to tell her.Ho Ho Ho Ho, please ask for a recommendation ticket by the way, friends who have tickets remember to vote for Yaya!

　　


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