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Mu Shuishan looks at Zhan Beirong's resolute appearance. Of course, she knows that he is so proud that she won't allow others to propose to leave. What's more, she can't accept that his things disappear before his eyes.

Mu Shuishan choked and looked at the man in front of him through the watery liquid.

"Don't do that." Mu Metasequoia shudder said.

Zhan Beirong holds the slender hand of Mu Metasequoia, motionless, without the slightest thought of letting go. His handsome face seems to be raining heavily.

"Don't go!" Zhan Beirong's eyes didn't have the look of the past when he saw Mu Shuishan. No one could change his firm eyes.

Mu Shuishan didn't speak, just looked at him.

She did not dare to imagine what things Zhan Beirong would do in front of her. According to his style, it is possible to put her in the war house by various means that she has never thought of.

Because the man she faced was Zhan Beirong.

"I've already mentioned breaking up. After that, we have nothing to do with each other." Mu Shuishan stubborn word by word said, every word engraved in his heart, uncomfortable let her also want to catch crazy.

Zhan Beirong didn't pay attention to what she said at the moment. His strength in his hand increased a little and pulled her forward.

Mu Metasequoia broke away for a while, light toward the front side of the figure said: "do you want to see me die."

Just now, Zhan Beirong, who was also very stubborn and overbearing, shook his body after hearing this sentence, and the expression on his face suddenly changed at that moment, and stayed in the same place.

"If you don't want to see me in the middle of suffering every day, you let me go." Mu Shuishan looked at Zhan Beirong's head and tried to speak out these words. His fingers were cold without any temperature.

After the man heard the woman say these words, has been holding her hand, this slowly released.

If he took her away, she would die, so he would rather suffer by himself.

This ending, he never thought about.

Mu Shui Shan bit his lips and hesitated for a while. His mind was very confused and didn't know what to say. Finally, he summoned up the courage to hold back his tears and said faintly, "I'm sorry."

With that, Mu Shuishan covered his eyes with one hand, turned and ran out, leaving Zhan Beirong's sight.

Zhan Beirong heard the sound of her leaving behind him. After he slowly turned around, the familiar sound and shadow disappeared long ago, leaving only a dead and breathless scene.

She chose to leave.

Zhan Beirong stood in the same place, looking at the direction where Mu Shuishan left.

After a long time, Zhan Beirong walked in the street with dull eyes. His cold and indifferent look made people passing by him could not help but stay away from him for a few minutes. He was afraid that the time bomb would land on him at any time.

I don't know how long it took for LAN Xu to find the shadow of his young master by the side of the road.

Seeing Zhan Beirong's appearance of losing his soul, I felt flustered and uneasy. It was worse than before, and I didn't know what to do for a moment.

LAN Xu made several calls to Mu Shuishan to persuade the young master. Who knows Mu Shuishan didn't answer a phone call. LAN Xu sighed helplessly, and followed Zhan Beirong all the time. He was afraid that his young master might have some accidents or something he couldn't think of.

"Young master." LAN Xu nervously shouts to Zhan Beirong's back that he has been walking for a long time, aimless, and doesn't know where he is going or how long he will go.

Zhan Beirong has no idea what he is thinking. His face is full of tangles, like a child who has lost his beloved toy.

"Young master, it's very late, or..."

"Go away!" Zhan Beirong was very impatient to spit out a word, and his face was full of discontent and anger.

LAN Xu was so frightened by the word "roll" that he did not dare to say a word. He could only follow Zhan Beirong in silence and keep a certain distance.

Mu Metasequoia ran wildly all the way. I don't know how long it took. Sweat and cold water mixed together. Mu Metasequoia finally got tired and didn't have any strength.

I don't know when, legs suddenly a soft, directly sitting on the ground, crying heart crack lung, no image.

I never knew before that the whole heart could be hollowed out like it is now.

"Little shirt." As soon as Si Yu came back from filming, he was about to go upstairs when he heard something wrong. He saw that Mu Shuishan was squatting beside the flower bed, crying, and asked anxiously.

Mu Shuishan buries his head in his hand. He doesn't have any motivation. He just wants to dry all his tears.

When Si Yu saw the appearance of Mu Shuishan, his heart was pulled up. He didn't know what to do. He could only silently hold Mu Shuishan's shaking body and pat her on the back.

At the moment, the moon at night does not know what's going on, has not come out, hidden behind the black clouds. The sky roared with thought.

Summer rain is always so unexpected, as if someone from the sky constantly pouring down a basin of water. Mu Shuishan and Si Yu lie on the same bed. They don't fall asleep. They stare at the white ceiling above their heads, and the sound of rain is in their ears“ He must hate me. " After a long time, Mu Metasequoia just stare at the ceiling and say something. My mind is full of pictures about Zhan Beirong. Secretary language low sigh, she finally agreed to speak. Si Yu never thought that the cold and cruel Zhan Beirong would be so important in Mu Shuishan's heart“ In fact, you can choose not to break up with him. " The Secretary whispered his true thoughts. Before that, Si Yu really resented that Mu Shuishan was with Zhan Beirong, but she would rather see Mu Shuishan who was happy with Zhan Beirong than see her who had no self after leaving Zhan Beirong“ You don't understand Mu Metasequoia slowly spit out three words, then closed his eyes. Si language didn't speak, just light looking at the face of Mu Metasequoia, the corner of the eye actually shed a line of tears. At the moment, the situation of Zhan Fu is not much better than that of Mu Shuishan. On the contrary, Zhan Beirong, who has autism, worries people all over Zhan Fu that no one dares to sleep. Zhan Beirong shut himself up in the room and sat on the ground feebly with his back against the wardrobe.