Lucky to Have You Till the End

He probably guessed that she would come out, and knew that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes now. He was addicted to cigarettes and just bit a cigarette in his lips.

Tang Xinyan's nose was sour, almost crying.

The lights in the corridor were dim, and he lowered his head again, she could not see the look on his face.

He didn't look up when she heard her push the door to throw trash.

It wasn't until the voice control light above his head went out and the surroundings fell into darkness, his low and gloomy voice came slowly, "Mrs. Mo, we really have a heart."

Tang Xinyan cast aside her mouth in the darkness.

Who knows him well?

Taking a deep breath, she said with a faint expression, "I'm not looking for you when I'm here to throw trash."

"I sent you a message before I came out to throw trash?"

She heard a hint of a smile in his low voice.

Tang Xinyan's ears were red, and her black and white apricot eyes filled with shame, "I haven't asked you yet, what did I suddenly run to my door? My mother will be angry again when I see you!"

As soon as the words came out, she found that her tone of voice was more anger than resentment, and she couldn't help being startled.

Could it be that after being slept by him last night, she was still softhearted to him?

No, it can't.

Without him, her family would not go bankrupt, her father would not die, and her mother would not have to do part-time work for others.

Not wanting to talk to him anymore, she turned around, ready to leave.

"Fu Sichen beat me."

Behind him, a faint voice came.

Tang Xinyan was startled.

Stomping her foot, the light above her head turned on, and she looked at him.

He raised his head, and there were indeed traces of his fist on his handsome and deep face. The corners of his mouth were broken, and bloodshot was solidified, and it looked a bit oozing.

Tang Xinyan thought of her mother's purchase of vegetables and came back to say, her eyebrows twitched together, "Are you the one who was injured?"

Mo Chiwei thought of Fu Sichen, who was injured much more severely than him, and he pressed his thin lips to silence.

Tang Xinyan thought he had acquiesced to her, and her teeth bit her lower lip. After releasing it, she couldn't help asking, "Apart from her face, where else did it hurt?"

"Fu Sichen beats you, won't you fight back?" Looking at Kong Wu's strength, how come it is critical to be beaten?

Mo Chiwei did not speak, looking at her eyes, which was deeper than the night.

"Are you dumb?" She glared at him blushing.

Looking at her puffed little face, Mo Chiwei's thin lips rose slightly, but when he moved, he pulled the wound at the corner of his lips, and he took a breath again.

Obviously he is a hard-hearted man who doesn’t even look at gunshot wounds, but in front of this little woman, he inhales because of a slight wound on the corner of her mouth. If Chi Zhiheng sees it, he will definitely laugh at him and laugh at him. Pretending to be pitiful on purpose.

But, why not pretend to be sympathetic if you can get the care of your own woman?

He looked at her with dark eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "The whole body hurts."

Tang Xinyan glared at him, then said nothing, opened the safety door and left.

Mo Chiwei frowned as he watched the door opened and closed.

What did he say wrong, why did she leave suddenly?

Mo Chi Wei grasped his fist and slammed a punch against the wall.

He took out the cigarette and the lighter from his trouser pocket, not caring about the smashed back of his hand, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

The blue-white smoke dazzledly rose, and a thin layer blurred his cool and cool outline, and the dark black eyes became more and more intense.

Never knew it was so hard to chase a woman!

He only talked about love once, before Bai Zhi confessed first.