High price and luxurious marriage

After a pause, she looked at his face and said, "I'll tell Ken later that you have to go ahead and won't have dinner with us. You can go. Don't make everyone unhappy later."

Mo Shaoyang looked at her, his face like a piece of ice, and his eyes were sharp. "Suqi, do you really think I'm here to have dinner with you? You take your face too seriously. I just came to tell you that you are a man with a husband. It doesn't matter that you can be mean to yourself, but now that you are Mrs. Mo, you must pay attention to your words and deeds... "

He looked at her with cold eyes, but what he said completely put Suqi into hell. "No matter what you do, I'm not interested in knowing, but let me find that if you dare to put a green hat on me, I will strangle you myself."

Su Qi's heart suddenly mentioned the throat, she is not afraid, is cold, the share of love for Mo Shaoyang, is about to break through the body, is about to disappear, but, she was reluctant, hard to swallow the heart of that shiver.

She looked into his eyes and said calmly, "in your eyes, am I such a person?"

The questions I want to ask for countless times are actually asked here. In a foreign country, in a supermarket, no matter how you look at it, it's the couple who are making trouble, isn't it? But the fact is that two people who hate each other to the core are discussing their marriage here.

Is it funny?

When Mo Shaoyang crossed the cart and passed by her, he said in her ear: "Suqi, you have never been in my heart. Do you expect me to know what kind of person you are?"

From a distance, Ken saw two people close to each other on the shelf, just like two lovers quietly cuddling with each other, and the second gesture was so ambiguous, just like kissing.

He pulled up a smile from the corner of his mouth, right? That's what husband and wife should do.

He thought he had done a good thing, but he didn't think that the thing itself was not what he saw.

Suqi was standing there because her heart was paralyzed, and the cold pain spread from her heart to her limbs. She couldn't move or take a step.

Countless times, she asked herself whether or not to continue with Mo Shaoyang. However, the love in her heart and the reluctance to let her insist on it. However, Mo Shaoyang hit her heart again and again, and the love was already broken.

She thought, should have broken, her heart, her thoughts, but, he a look a movement, will still pull out her heart the most sincere feelings, lead to her most primitive impulse, she wants to rely on him, want to nestle up to him.

However, just now she tried her best and gambled on all her self-esteem. When she asked him what kind of person she was in his heart, it was the same as asking him, Mo Shaoyang, do you have me in your heart.

But how did he answer her?

She has never been in his heart. He has never been interested in her. How can he take the time to get to know her

Oh, Mo Shaoyang, my love for Suqi in this life is almost all spent on you, but what you repay me is that you don't care, which makes me sad even more than you take away my child. This sentence really hurts me.

Mo Shaoyang, you win, you really win, in this love tug of war, you quietly, without a grain of grass, you won all, you even took away the last trace of evidence that I love you.

You took away my child, took away my dignity and courage, and now mercilessly took away my love.

All of a sudden, I really don't have anything to give you, really don't, nothing.

"It's strange..." Su Qi staggers his body and looks at Mo Shaoyang with empty eyes. She murmurs: "why can't I cry? What about tears? Where are my tears? "

Heart pain is about to die in the past, the eyes clearly dry uncomfortable, but a drop of tears can not flow down.

Why? Why?

"Sookie, do you think you can change your image in my heart by pretending to be pathetic? Stop dreaming... "

Mo Shaoyang with a vindictive vicious tone into her ears.

Yes, dream, everything is a dream she had. In this dream, she lost everything, her right to be a mother, her children, her youth, what else can't be lost?

No, she has nothing more to give him.

"Shaoyang..." She opened her confused eyes and looked at him. She read his name: "Shaoyang, Shaoyang..."

There was not a tear in my eyes. It was heartache, but I couldn't cry out. I was just reading his name.

Mo Shaoyang in my heart, he is not dead, he can not die, he died, equivalent to her also died, no, he can't die, she wants to call him back, he can't die, can't die with her heart.Mo Shaoyang stood beside her, looking at her pale face, empty eyes, but always read his name, as if that was her only faith.

In the heart inexplicably, there is a rising sad mood overflowed, that kind of feeling, he is very familiar with, is sympathy, sad, and pity.

Pity?

No, how could he feel pity for the woman in front of him? No, Gu Xiao was so hurt by her that he didn't even know whether he was alive or dead. However, he only listened to her weak words, and only felt pity for her when she showed such a soft side?

No, no, except Gu Xiao, no one is worthy of entering his heart, especially the vicious woman in front of him. She is not worthy. He is more loyal than her even if he keeps a dog.

"Enough..." Mo Shaoyang coldly interrupted her, grabbed her shoulder, and her merciless words awakened her from her bewitching: "Suqi, you have been delusional all your life. I can't even compare you with Gu Xiao's hair, you are a vicious woman. You don't deserve my appreciation. Now, put away your disgusting set. No one here will sympathize with you. You will only make people feel sad Disgusting. "

After that, he pushed her away from his side, then turned and walked away.

Su Qi was strongly pushed by him and directly hit a triangle shelf behind the container. The shelf was very firm and would not be damaged. However, she was flesh and blood. She had a feeling that her waist was hit by a protruding hard object. Mo Shaoyang's strength made her waist bleed directly.

She felt the feeling of pain, numbness, and the sticky wet feeling of blood flow. The blood flow came out. I don't know how much it was in her waist, but she felt it, cool, with a trace of happy hatred.