Mommy, Where To Escape

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember Ziyi. Shall we start over?" Mo Jingtian turned her body, purple eyes empty looking at him, "have we really loved each other?"

"Yes

"Then how can I have a child of Yuze?" She was confused.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that you love me!" He really didn't want to uncover the scar of the unbearable past. It wasn't just her that hurt. He hurt more than her.

"Why it doesn't matter, what I want to love is you, how can I give birth to other people's children, why I will lose my children, and why I will lose my memory, you tell me, tell me!" Purple clothes emotional grasp his clothes, tears hazy.

"Purple clothes..." Mo Jingtian didn't know how to explain to her.

"Liar, you big liar, you are all liars. I'm not a hacker Lin Ziyi. I'm just an ordinary Lin Ziyi among thousands of people, the most humble Lin Ziyi. You all cheat me!" Purple clothes suddenly burst out crying, beating Mo Jingtian's chest, this cruel fact she really can't accept.

Do not know the past, she will think of themselves very ordinary, very ordinary!

"Purple clothes, I'm sorry!" Mo Jingtian held her tightly in his arms. Apart from being sorry, he didn't know what he could say. It was his selfishness that hurt her and himself!

"Liar, big liar, big liar!" Purple clothes have no strength to struggle, just want to give vent to the pain of heart.

She cried for a long time, tired, lying in Mo Jingtian's arms fell asleep!

Mo Jingtian took her to bed, covered the quilt for her, sat beside the bed, held her hand tightly, and said in a deep voice, "purple clothes, I'm sorry, I caused you such pain as now. Give me a chance to make up for you, and I will cherish you well!"

Yuze Purple clothes dream about the name of Hua Shao.

This made Mo Jingtian, who was holding her hand, dark. He said coldly, "Hua Yuze is dead. The person who accompanies you is mo Jingtian. The person who is most qualified to have you is mo Jingtian. You are not allowed to think about him any more. Purple clothes are not allowed to think about him any more!"

"No see, no see!" Ziyi is still dreaming. Mo Jingtian reaches out to hold her thin face, but he doesn't want to wet his tears.

In the dream, Hua Shao said to Ziyi that they would meet again, and asked Ziyi to be strong. They would never see each other!

Mo Jingtian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He took back her wet hands, put her hands back into the quilt, got up and closed the door for her and went out.

Outside the door with a waist, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heart seemed to be blocked with a mass of cotton. How could it not be smooth? It felt very uncomfortable!

Downstairs, sitting on the sofa, he asked the bodyguard, "have you found Yun Yao's whereabouts?"

"No!" The bodyguard bowed his head and said helplessly.

"No one!" He hit the coffee table violently, the glass coffee table cracked, and his hand was bleeding.

As long as the servants heard the noise, they were all petrified, especially when they saw his hands bleeding. But no one dared to intervene, even if they were concerned. They all knew that Mo Jingtian was eccentric. They were afraid to make him angry by saying something wrong!

"Young master!" Seeing his blood like water, the bodyguard said boldly, "let me bandage the wound for you!"

"Useless bucket, I limit you to find people in three days. Don't come back if you can't find them!"

"Yes The bodyguard took orders.

Mo Jingtian leans on the sofa tired, covering his face with his hand, letting the injured hand bleed.

After a while, Mo Jingtian felt that someone was dressing the wound for him. He didn't even look at the man. He waved away her and yelled, "get out of here!"

"Ah The man fell to the ground with a scream.

Listen to the voice a little familiar, Mo Jingtian took a look, "purple clothes!" He got up in a conditioned voice and lifted her up again. "Purple clothes, you didn't fall!"

"I'm fine!" He helped her to sit on the sofa. He also sat down, looked at the half wrapped hand and asked, "did you wrap it for me?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just a little afraid of blood!" Purple dress says lightly, hope he doesn't have much. Mo Jingtian smiles. No matter what the reason is, her concern warms his heart.

Purple clothes looked at the broken tea table, how much anger is there to break such a thick glass, turned her head and asked, "do you care about her?"

She?

"You say Yun Yao?"

"Well!"

"He grew up with us. In my heart, she is like a sister!"

"Is it really just my sister?" Purple asked.

Mo Jingtian unconsciously frowned and sneered, "purple clothes, you should not be jealous!"

"Mo Jingtian, touch your heart and ask yourself, are you really just taking Yunyao as your sister? Although I don't know the past between you and me, maybe you once really loved me, but now you don't love me any more! " Ziyi is sincere and sincere.

Mo Jingtian stood up in excitement and growled, "no, my love for you has not changed in the past or now!"

"That's because you're too sharp!" Purple also Biao stand up, "you don't love me, Mo Jingtian sober point!"

"I love you!" Mo Jing Tian is cold and angry.

"Is it?" Purple clothes took a deep breath, a circle of his neck, in the case of his unexpected kiss on his lips.

Mo Jingtian was stunned. He opened his eyes in disbelief, but purple clothes seemed to kiss his lips attentively. At this moment, she was completely playing another person. She was green and astringent, and that person was enthusiastic!

Waiting for Mo Jingtian to recover, Ziyi had let go. She asked, "who is the person in your mind?"

Mo Jingtian looks at her with bright eyes, unable to speak

"Yunyao, right?" Purple clothes guessed.

"No!" Mo Jingtian denied.

Purple light smile, "you can deceive me, but your heart will not lie!" Turned purple back to his room, here is his Mo Jingtian territory, he will not worry about purple will escape, so she moves freely.

Seeing that Ziyi went upstairs, he sat down again. His expression fell into disbelief. "No, I love Ziyi. It's Ziyi..."

Just now he just a moment illusion, purple clothes as Yun Yao, right, illusion, must be illusion!

Back to the room, Ziyi sat by the bed and wiped her lips. In order to make him sober, she had to sacrifice!

She wanted to know what made him so persistent to himself? Clearly do not love, but he refused to sober up!

Turning to the floating clouds outside the window, Ziyi blooms a faint smile. She always firmly believes that Huashao is not dead, and he must still be alive. He says: I'll see you soon, and she will wait to see him soon!