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Always see her and district less Chen stand together, his heart will hurt. But that kind of pain is a kind of hate can not get, hate that person is not their own pain, and now it is a kind of he can not describe, from the heart of the kind of pain.

It's like a heart cut off by a knife, the pain of tearing.

Yao Haiyue looks at Mu Jingcheng's back and feels a faint pain in her heart. She can't help walking forward, but stops after two steps.

It seemed that something was blocking her heart. She looked back at Nangong Yao and closed her eyebrows slightly. "Her name is Mujing orange, right?"

Nangong Yao nodded. Because his mind was not here, he did not study the deep meaning of Yao Haiyue. Instead, he turned and picked up his coat and went to the door.

"Nangong Yao, where are you going?" Sheng Qing suddenly blocked in front of him and did not allow him to leave.

Nangong Yao wants to go around to her and leave, but thinking of Mu Jingcheng's hard work and the unfinished "great event", he has to endure his anxiety and say patiently, "I'm worried about her accident. Go and have a look."

"If you're worried about her, don't you worry about me?" Sheng Qing's eyes turned red. "You told me two days ago that she was just your sister, but now..."

"She's still my sister!" Nangong Yao looked at the woman in front of him with a firm look and said, "Sheng Qing, although we are engaged, I still have personal freedom!" After he put on his coat, he looked at her solemnly. "If you don't trust me all the time, I don't think we need to stick to it any more."

"What are you talking about?" Sheng Qing's face froze, and her look was full of worry, "do you want to Break my engagement? "

"If you still don't believe me, I think that's the most appropriate solution!" Nangong Yao put on his shoes and said coldly, "you decide for yourself!"

Then he turned and walked out the door.

"Nangong Yao!" Sheng Qing's cry came from inside.

But Nangong Yao, who has entered the storm, turns a deaf ear.

Yao Haiyue, however, has been staring at the direction of the disappearance of Mujing orange, motionless. Some lax eyes with the violent sound of closing the door, instantly back. When she realized what had happened, her heart felt as if it had been hit by something, and she had a severe pain, "orange Is it really you? " After leaving Sheng Zimo's home, Mu Jingcheng found that it was getting dark. Looking at the vast expanse of white in front of her, she remembered It's snowing!

Standing in the vast snow, she did not know where to go.

Although her legs were bandaged, there was still some pain.

But the pain, for her heart, is nothing. She can't even feel the pain, because in her mind, it is Qu Shaochen's face all the time.

The face was black with anger, pale with sadness and disappointment.

As long as she thought of that moment, her heart would be uncontrollable, tearing pain. But she has no other way, because district little Chen already in her heart root sprout, dial also dial not to drop.

Mujing orange looked up at the desolate sky and took a hard breath. The piercing cold penetrated from the top to the bottom of his feet.

At this moment, she was sober.

She certainly can't go back to Qu Shaochen's home, not to mention school, and she There is still a lot to do. But now it's going to be dark on Tianma, and her bag doesn't know where it is. Now What should I do?

"Oranges?" Mu Jing orange is in a mess, don't know what to do, suddenly a familiar voice into the ear. Mujing orange looked back, not far away, wearing a black down jacket of Zhou Jiayi is coming to her, "is it really you? Why are you here? "

Mu Jingcheng looks at the girl in front of her in surprise, looking at her slightly mature face and the delicate makeup on her face that has never been powdered. She is stunned. Unexpectedly, she meets the person she has always wanted to see, but did not dare to see.

At this moment, her heart is sour. Tqr1

because she didn't know how to tell Zhou Jiayi about her situation, let alone whether she should tell her that now Need help?

"How can you stand in the snow on such a cold day?" When Zhou Jiayi approached, she found something wrong with her face. "Orange, what's the matter with you? How does it look So haggard? " She looked at Mu Jing orange thin, but some damaged coat, eyebrows can not help a tight, "what happened? Do you want to call the police? "

Mujing orange didn't speak, but her eyes turned red.

Such Zhou Jiayi, such care, such warmth, is what she has been looking forward to for a long time. If it was before, she might not control herself and burst into her arms to cry, but now

"No, I'm fine!" Mu Jingcheng shakes her head and takes a deep breath. Sure enough, the mist in her eyes is much less, and she feels more rational. After controlling his emotions, Mu Jingcheng looked up at Zhou Jiayi and said, "Jiayi, I...""What about the District teacher? Didn't he come with you? " When Zhou Jiayi looked around, she didn't find any people or cars, so she frowned more tightly. "You're not running away from home, are you?"

District teacher three words, like a switch.

When they spit out from Zhou Jiayi's mouth, Mujing orange's tears also roll down

Looking at such a mu Jing orange, Zhou Jiayi, who was just about to blame her, was suddenly stunned and instantly understood how she came back. She held Mu Jing orange in her arms, wrapped her thin body tightly and said, "it's OK, it's OK!" She gently patted her back and let her wantonly cry out, "cry, just cry out."

Maybe it's too long, or maybe it's no longer want to control itself, Mu Jing orange suddenly cried out loud.

Listening to her tears, Zhou Jiayi's eyes were red.

The friendship between them all disappeared in the moment.

For a long time, Mujing orange finally stopped.

Zhou Jiayi looked at her red eyes and said softly, "are you better?"

Mu Jingcheng nodded, but his heart was still like a mass of cotton, "Jiayi, I can..."

"What's the matter? Let's go home, OK?" Zhou Jiayi looked at her with some worry, but with a big smile on her face, "although my family is not as elegant as your family, nor as rich as yours, but Anyway, it's a home! It's OK to take shelter from the wind and rain, if you don't mind... "