Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 511 The pit is 102 meters deep, marry me (5)
Mo Jiu's sideways eyes were speechless again, scanning his sharp-edged profile, as well as the bleak loneliness in the winter wind, this moment.His indifference seems to be no longer cold, but lonely, like a homeless child...

A feeling of sympathy for each other grew in Mo Jiu's heart.

She came here from another world, and she always felt that she had no sense of belonging, and that no place was home.Then, Xiao Liulang is the son of Beimeng, and in the days when Nanrong was walking on thin ice, fighting with others, he must have that sense of loneliness of rootless wandering, right?

Pursing her lips, she withdrew her gaze and became more patient, "What's the matter?"

He looked far away, "You want the position of Juzi?!"

It's a bit late to ask this question at this time.But he asked, even though it was just a simple question, it made Mo Jiu's heart suddenly open - everyone likes to be respected, and so does Mo Jiu.

"It's okay." She didn't deny her thoughts.She is just an ordinary person who never learns to fight fiercely while wearing a tall hat, standing at the highest point of morality, and denying her own desires with a tone of contempt for all beings.

"Xiao Liulang, it's inconvenient for me to explain some things to you clearly. You won't understand if I tell you. All in all, it's not that the position of Juzi is important to me, but that I need a sense of belonging, a feeling brought by my status. There is a sense of belonging. There is also a sense of identity, a sense of identity from society. I must first be a person who lives meaningfully, and then I will think about how to live and what kind of person I should live. The woman in the deep house , fighting fiercely, opening my eyes every day, I can only see the sky in the four corners, this job is too challenging, it is not suitable for me, and I can't do it well."

Staring at her in a daze, he asked after a long time.

"Anyway, do you want to get out of Xiao's house?"

His deep voice, hoarse and mellow, like a thin feather in the faint cold wind, slowly touched Mo Jiu's heartstrings, making her stunned for a long time, but she didn't answer right away.This man doesn't speak much, but his words are heavy.His words made her subconsciously have an illusion - if she said she wanted to leave Xiao's house, she would push him far away.

At this moment, she felt reluctant.

But she is a willful person, she can't go against her will, and she doesn't want to wrong herself.

"Yes. If it's possible, it would be even better if Xiao Dalang can let me go out of the house." Speaking of this, she paused, her eyes fell on Xiao Qian's pair of pupils covered with light gold, and she looked for the reflection reflected in it. He paused and said, "When Fang Jiran comes back, I will make room, which will be better for everyone."

Xiao Qian looked at her quietly, his eyes were focused and deep.

"You don't like her?"

"It's okay. I can't say that I don't like it, nor can I say how deeply I like it. People like me keep a safe distance from others, and it's difficult to really like someone."

The warmth and coldness of people in modern society is different from the current one. It is difficult for Mo Jiu to explain clearly to him. He only purses his lips and looks back. Two rows of long eyelashes like small fans are slightly curled and blinking. Wang Bibo is so beautiful that it fades away the vicissitudes of the years, and makes the years want to pity her loneliness at this moment.

Xiao Qian raised his hand in a daze, and touched her face with his fingertips.

With that cautious movement, it seems that the woman under his fingertips is a rare treasure in the world, and there is no room for any blasphemy, nor can he allow him to invade casually...

Mo Jiu's face, which was chilled by the wind, instantly burned.His gaze, full of pity and cherishment, was like a couple in love, making her heart beat wildly and her eyelashes blink quickly.

(End of this chapter)