Zhang xiaorou was stiff, and her cheeks were red because of the loss of air, becoming more and more ugly.

"Qing Yu, what's the matter with you? Who said something in your ear?" Zhang xiaorou struggled, still afraid to expose her true self in front of Mu Qing Yu.

Mu Qingyu's fingers tightened slightly, with cold, almost freezing the blood vessels on Zhang xiaorou's neck.

"Who let you calculate me?" Mu Qingyu asked.

Zhang xiaorou's heart seemed to be tightly grasped. Coupled with the discomfort of her neck, the tears in her eyes rushed down like autumn leaves. She kept rustling. She opened her mouth and her voice was hoarse. "Qing Yu, what are you talking about? I really don't know. I love you. What I love most is you. I didn't want to hurt you. Please know."

"Hum!" Mu Qingyu said with a gloomy face, "you don't tell the truth, do you?"

He has plenty of ways to get her to tell the truth.

With that, Mu Qingyu loosened Zhang xiaorou's hand, pushed open the door, walked around from the main driver to the co driver, and then roughly opened the door. Zhang xiaorou, who was curled up on the co driver, pulled it out.

Zhang xiaorou was very afraid of Mu Qingyu's operation. She struggled and begged for mercy. Her voice was full of sadness, and her eyes were full of pity and pear blossom with rain. "Qingyu, I really love you. Please, please don't treat me like this. I'll be very uncomfortable and I won't accept it!"

However, Mu Qingyu didn't look at the woman's pity at all. He had determined that he was deceiving his woman, who was not worthy to be a demon in front of him.

She doesn't want to tell the truth, so he helps her tell the truth in his way. As for her so-called love, he can't feel it, and he doesn't want to feel it.

What he wants to feel more now is the love in that diary.

Mu Qingyu rudely pulled Zhang xiaorou to the stone steps of the moat, looked at the sparkling water surface, raised his cold thin lips, and pressed Zhang xiaorou's shoulder with his big palm. It was as cold as hell, "tell the truth?"

"Qing Yu, I love you. That's my truth. Everything I do is because I love you." Zhang xiaorou cried bitterly.

God knows how wronged she is now.

This month, she thought she could go to heaven and get Mu Qingyu.

But now, she fell from heaven to hell. Why, what's wrong with her?

Mu Qingyu doesn't seem to recover his memory. Why should he treat her like this?

She couldn't think of it or understand it.

"Very good, you asked for it!" Mu Qingyu spit out this sentence gloomily. With big hands and feet, he kicked Zhang xiaorou's knee and kicked people directly into the moat river.

The water in the moat is 1.5 meters, which is not dangerous for Zhang xiaorou, who is 1.63 meters tall and 1.7 meters tall in high heels.

But she was unprepared when she suddenly entered the water. Coupled with her excitement, she choked a few salivas in the water.

She can swim, but at the moment, in order to get Mu Qingyu's pity, she pretended that she can't swim. She slapped her hands on the water and shouted, "Qingyu, you save me, save me quickly. I can't swim. I'll die like this!"

When she patted on the water, it aroused one spray after another and attracted several couples on the other side.

Men and women stood there, looking at Zhang xiaorou, who had been shouting for help in the water, hesitating whether to jump down.

"Qing Yu, I will die. I will really drown. I love you. What I love most is you. Come down and save me quickly, OK!"

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