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Zhou Jiayi quickly caught up with Mujing orange, looked at her pale face and asked anxiously, "orange, what happened? Why is Nangong Yao there? He didn't do anything to you, did he? "

"Don't mention that man's name any more. I'm sick!" The brow of Mu Jing orange is tight wrinkly, the head also not from of low go down.

Until now, she still can't accept that reality, and even more can't digest the negative information that it brought to her. She had no idea that Nangong Yao How could you do that to her!

"But..."

"What's the matter?" Just at this time, Fang Weide, who had been waiting outside, ran in because he saw Nangong Yao's car. When he saw that Mujing orange was not in danger, he was relieved. But he found that her face was very bad. For a moment, he immediately raised his vigilance, "Nangong Yao..."

"Don't mention him, will you?" Mu Jing orange suddenly roared out, his eyes turned red.

Fang Weide and Zhou Jiayi couldn't help looking at each other. No one knew what had happened.

However, she was worried about what harm she had suffered, so she became nervous.

"Orange, don't scare me, will you? What's going on? " Zhou Jiayi's tears are about to fall. She knew Nangong Yao would be here. She would not let Mu Jingcheng act alone.

But now it's too late to regret.

However, seeing that her clothes were intact, her hair was the same as before, and the time when she left was not long, so she didn't think about it any more, but the fear in her heart was lingering.

"I'll find him!" Fang Weide turned and rushed to the bathroom.

However, Mu Jingcheng suddenly grabbed him and frowned, "don't go!"

"What the hell did that bastard do?" Fang Weide is in a hurry. Mu Jingcheng has always been nice to him, especially in the case of Niu Jing. He not only comforted and advised himself, but also planned to help him intercede with Qu Shaochen.

How can she turn a blind eye to something now?

What's more, he was originally sent by Qu Shaochen to be her bodyguard.

If something happens to Mujing orange, how can he go back to tell Qu Shaochen and his conscience?

"He didn't do anything!" Mu Jingcheng shakes her head, tears in her eyes, but she tries to control them, not to let them fall, "did not bully me. It's just

"Just what?" Fang Weide and Zhou Jiayi all looked at her nervously.

"It's just that I suddenly know something and feel very sad in my heart!" Finally, she reached out and wiped away the tears in her eyes. Then she looked up at Fang Weide and pleaded, "after going back, don't tell Qu Shaochen, OK?"

Fang Weide frowned slightly. Although he was a little embarrassed, he nodded and agreed.

Back in the cloud, Qu Shaochen is still busy in his study.

In order not to disturb her, but also in order not to let him find his abnormality, Mu Jingcheng took a bath in a hurry, and then went to bed early.

In her sleep, Nangong Yao, who incarnated as a demon, suddenly pounced on her. Mujing orange sat up with an exciting spirit, scared into a cold sweat.

"What's the matter?" Qu Shaochen wakes up and looks at her anxiously. Her face was pale, her forehead was sweating, and she looked frightened. "Have you had a nightmare?"

"Well!" Mujing orange nodded, but did not dare to reveal too much, "it's OK, sleep!"

District less Chen looked at her to lie down again, although some doubts, more some worry, but still did not disturb her, but gently tucked in the quilt for her, stretched out her hand to ring her in the arms, "so there will be no nightmare."

Listening to his voice ringing in his ears, that kind of concern, that kind of tenderness, let her eyes not from wet up.

Nangong Yao incident, gave her a very heavy blow.

She was suddenly a little afraid, afraid of contact with people, afraid of trusting people, afraid of all unpredictable things. Even the embrace of Qu Shaochen made her feel like she was separated from something.

No longer so kind, no longer so secure.

"Will you leave me?" Mujing orange couldn't help but question. Although his voice was a little hoarse and low, it was clearly expressed.

At the moment, she did not close her eyes, but directly staring at the top of the ceiling, look a little free, like recalling what, more like nothing to think, just in a daze.

Qu Shaochen knew that she must have been frightened by some scenes in her dream, so she suddenly asked this question.

"No!" Qu Shaochen is very sure to give the answer, "never."

Mu Jing orange turned to look at him, his eyes collided with him, and his heart began to ache.

This man, in her memory, is less than two months, but he is good to himself, but he has never felt in his life, and Nangong Yao

The people I trusted and depended on from my childhood did that to her.She couldn't accept the fact, let alone face it.

"Thank you Her voice could not help choking up. She was wronged and heartbroken.

For himself, and for the ruined Nangong Yao.

It is said that people can change, but how can they become like that? How can you become a demon?

"Fool!" District Little Chen lightly on the forehead her forehead, "between us, still say what to thank?" With that, he looked down at her, "sleep, have a good dream, I'm in a good mood."

"Good!" Mu Jingcheng smiles, then obediently closes his eyes.

I don't know if it's Qu Shaochen's comfort, or if the bondage in Mu Jing orange's heart has dissipated. This sleep, she no longer dreams of the devil, nor does she have any nightmares. Instead, she feels the dawn.

Under the same sky.

On the roof of Xiangyun apartment, a pile of empty beer bottles lie on the ground, while Nangong Yao sits on the edge of the roof, still drinking.

In the night sky, the cold wind was piercing, but he didn't feel at all. He sat there and looked at the front with dull eyes. The whole person seemed to be pulled away from his soul.

He's been here since he came back from the bar.

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how much I drank. All he knew was his heart It's empty and painful!

Mu Jingcheng's back is lingering in his mind like a movie.

She must hate herself, right?

Sure!

Thinking of this, Nangong Yao pulled the corner of his lips bitterly, as if he was laughing, but it was a hundred times harder to see than laughing.

That's it Is that over?

"Orange, you won't forgive me, will you?" Nangong Yao looked at a star in the sky and said to himself, "I don't think I will forgive you..."

"If so..." He muttered to himself, "what's the point of my being alive?"

He laughed at himself and drank all the beer he had just opened.