Mr.Fu's White Moonlight

Fu Shimo's body was stiff, but the voice in his memory didn't know why. He couldn't overlap, just like two people.

Fu Shimo shook his head, and then his long black and soft hair was reflected in front of his eyes, like a waterfall.

A pure white face, eyes as bright and clear as two pearls, originally with a sweet smile face, because see him instantly stiff, like a frightened fawn, panic and fear.

"Xinxin..." Fu Shimo just opened his mouth, Su Xin wanted to close the door in a hurry.

But it's too late. Fu Shimo is pushing the door to get in. Su Xin's strength can't reach it at all. He retreats feebly. Finally, he seems to have lost his direction and runs to the room.

Fu Shimo catches up with Su Xin in a hurry. His long legs take three steps and catch up with Su Xin in two steps. He grabs her by the wrist and takes her to his arms, tightly hooping her in his arms.

Su Xin, whose head is blank, is even more disoriented by Fu Shimo. He is so dull that he can't see clearly before his eyes. He doesn't know how to struggle until he falls into Fu Shimo's arms.

"Who are you? Let me go!" Su Xin struggle, small face pale, even the body is shaking.

"Xinxin, it's me, it's me..." Fu Shimo's big hand holding Su Xin's face, whispered.

Fu Shimo's words make su Xin's body tremble more severely. A pair of frightened beautiful eyes are covered with a layer of fog, and they are struggling with their lips.

"I don't know who you are. If you let go of me, if you don't, I'll call someone." Su Xin is still when Fu Shimo is a stranger, constantly to push him away.

"Xinxin, I'm Shimo. Have you forgotten me? In the past four years, I have been thinking about you every moment, even dreaming about you. Have you forgotten me? "

Fu Shimo's face is also dark because of Su Xin's denial. He holds Su Xin's face in both hands and forces her to look at and face herself.

"I don't know, I don't know, you don't say, you don't say!" Su Xin's tears, for a moment, like the lack of dike gushed out, crash down, pear blossom with rain, especially pitiful, heartbreaking.

"Xinxin, don't cry, don't cry. I don't know what to do when you cry. I'll say, you haven't forgotten yourself, right? Why else would you cry? "

Fu Shimo is a little flustered by Su Xin's tears. For a moment, he doesn't know what to say.

"Don't push me. I really don't know who you are. Don't push me." Su Xin seems to be suppressing endless pain, biting his lips hard, trying to force back his tears.

This appearance of forbearance and pain makes Fu Shimo even more at a loss, but in front of him is the appearance of Ji Nanchu.

Ji Nanchu would never cry in front of him. Even if he was humiliated, he was a high cold Hun who didn't care. He disdained him and despised him.

It's totally cold-blooded.

Like Xinxin, it's like a woman with real pain, sadness, flesh and blood and feelings.

Yes, that's right. Ji Nanchu is not qualified to be compared with Xinxin, because Ji Nanchu is a woman who has only interests and no heart.

There is a trace of chagrin and loss on Fu Shimo's face, but he is caught by Su Xin.