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Gu Qian's eyes slipped through a spine piercing pain, but it was soon covered by her indifference. Her eyes looking at Mo Beichen were full of ridicule, as if she saw a person who was fooled around by her.

"You go. Don't come to me again. I don't want to see you again."

Mo Beichen originally thought that he would see a lovely and shy lover when he came back, thinking that their relationship would be gradually repaired in the process of getting along, but this hit him head-on, but shattered all his hopes.

His eyes were red, and a pair of dark black eyes stared at Gu Qian, as if he wanted to see even a little emotion from her eyes, but he was disappointed. Gu Qian's eyes were not only indifferent, but also disgusted.

He was no stranger to her eyes. She looked at him the same way when she took out the divorce agreement with her weak body the night she killed their children.

He thought that no one in the world has a colder heart than her, and can't cover it.

He staggered back a few steps. The man's self-esteem could not allow him to stay and beg for mercy. He said coldly, "Gu Qian, you're very good, very good."

With that, he slammed the door without looking back.

The messy footsteps gradually moved away. Gu Qian slipped from her chair and sat on the ground. She curled herself up, put her hands around her knees and buried her face in the middle of her knees.

The burning heat came out of her eyes. She bit her lower lip so hard that she didn't cry. She didn't do anything wrong. Only in this way, Mo Beichen won't pester her again.

But why is she so sad?

Just like the moment she stepped out of the Mohist villa four years ago, her heart seemed torn to pieces by something and could no longer be pieced together.

Mo Beichen left the Vatican hotel in a daze. The oncoming wind made his eyes dry. As soon as he raised his hand, his fingertips touched a touch of moisture, he found that he was crying.

He ironically looked at the glittering tears on his fingertips. He was so worthless that he would cry for that woman. He had known that she was heartless and heartless, and he was still expecting her to respond to his feelings. He was so funny that no wonder he was played with by her.

But why does the heart hurt so much?

Clearly know that she is not worthy of his love, but he still loves into the bone marrow. No wonder even she despises him and scolds him cheap. Mo Beichen suddenly laughed. The laughter was very strange. People passing by couldn't help looking at him more.

If he wasn't handsome, passers-by might think he was crazy.

Mo Beichen laughed at his stupidity and his stupidity. In the end, he hit the maple one punch after another, and the leaves fell to the ground. The back of his hand was red and blurred.

But he didn't realize it and was still abusing himself.

A red farila quietly stopped by the side of the road. Shen juefei ran over and grabbed Mo Beichen's wrist to stop his continued self abuse.

"Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, what's the matter with you?"

Mo Beichen wanted to smash the tree, but she was held by Shen Jue. She looked anxious. "Mr. Mo, your hand is hurt. Don't smash the tree again. I'll take you to the hospital for bandaging."

Mo Beichen broke away from her hand, "I don't need it."

Shen Jue was wearing high heels and almost fell to the ground. She didn't care about her embarrassment. Looking at the back of his bloody hand, she felt distressed for a while. "President Mo, don't abuse yourself any more. Get in the car first and I'll take you back."

Mo Beichen's strength seemed to be taken away. He didn't resist Shen Jue anymore. She half dragged and half helped him into the car. Shen Jue didn't dare to hesitate and drove away quickly.

The red Ferrari just disappeared at the intersection. A thin figure appeared where Mo Beichen stood just now. She stared at the blood on the tree and didn't leave for a long time.

While driving, Shen Jue observed Mo Beichen. It's more appropriate to describe his current state with sorrow than death. She sighed and asked, "President Mo, what's the matter? You want to abuse yourself like this?"

Mo Beichen leaned back in his chair and looked ahead without saying a word. He didn't know whether he didn't hear Shen Jue's question or didn't want to answer her at all.

Shen Jue was helpless. "I guess it has something to do with not regretting?"

Mo Beichen's eyes moved, but he still didn't answer her.

Shen Jue's tentative point is up to now. It's not purely accidental that she will come here tonight. Since she came here with a purpose, she can't let herself fall into a passive situation.

She thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Mo, in fact, in any case, you shouldn't hurt yourself. People who like you will be distressed, and people who don't like you will only think you are cowardly."

I don't know which word touched the pain of Mo Beichen. He finally opened his mouth, "do you also think I'm cowardly?"

Shen Jue was startled and hurriedly said, "how could it be? A man with strong willpower like Mr. Mo occasionally shows weakness, which is very distressing for girls. I look very distressed. "

Shen Jue gave him a meaningful look, and his words could not be more direct and clear.

Mo Beichen didn't seem to understand her at all. He sneered. The woman's heart was made of stone. No matter how much he paid for her, she wouldn't be moved.

Half an hour later, the car drove into Shen Jue's villa. She parked the car in the yard, then walked around to the co driver's seat and politely opened the door, "Mr. Mo, when you arrive, I'll wrap it up for you first."

Mo Beichen avoided her hand to help him. He looked up at the villa in front of him. In Shen Jue's uneasiness, he didn't shake his sleeve and left, but walked towards the door of the villa.

Shen Jue breathed a sigh of relief. She hurriedly trotted up and entered the porch. Shen Jue took out a pair of brand-new slippers and put them in front of Mo Beichen. She said, "Mr. Mo, change slippers first. I'll get the medicine box."

With that, she crossed Mo Beichen into the living room and found a medicine box in the cabinet. She held it. Mo Beichen had sat down on the sofa. He was too tired to think about Shen Jue's purpose, because even if Shen Jue's purpose was to get close to him, he didn't want to care.

Gu Qian despised him and greatly hurt his self-esteem. At the moment, Shen Jue's appearance at least proved that he was still a little charming, which made him regain a little self-confidence.

It's not that no one likes him or flatters him, but he has given his energy to that person for more than 20 years. However, that person's heart is as hard as stone, and he has never moved her.

Shen Jue sat down next to him and watched the blood on the back of his hand solidify with the meat. She couldn't bear to stop and opened the medicine box. "Mr. Mo, your hand is badly hurt and will be very painful to deal with. You can bear it."

Mo Beichen is noncommittal.

Shen Jue took out a cotton swab and iodophor and disinfected the wound first. As soon as the cotton swab stained with Iodophor touched the back of Mo Beichen's hand, she felt his body tense.