Sorry, I can't love you

A good friend is lying in the intensive care unit and his best friend is dead.

Under the double blow, Xia Liang was seriously ill. He woke up a few hours a day and was in endless sadness.

Tang Mo saw it in his eyes, but bursts of pain came from his heart.

He spent more time visiting the hospital, but the gap between the two people, which was not easy to repair, gradually arose unconsciously.

When Tang Mo approached Xia Liang, he also alienated her.

Xia Bingqing has personally admitted that Tang Ziqi is her daughter, and Tang Mo has also found out that his mother's depression is for this matter.

All doubts were answered, but Tang Mo was in trouble.

If Tang Ziqi is Xia Bingqing's daughter, isn't Xia Liang?

He didn't dare to think about it any more. During this time, Tang Mo gradually found that he had a strange feeling about this woman.

Like dependence? Or... Like it?

Tang Mo dared not think.

It was raining. Xia Liang, wearing a mask and hat, stood in the rain with a melanin coat and an umbrella. In front of him, Xia Bingqing was crying and leaning against Tang Lipei's arms.

Tang Mo stood beside him, wearing a black suit straight on his body, and his face looked colder under the black umbrella, as if it were like a sculpture.

The priest was chanting a eulogy. The thick black clouds were dark, and the rain fell on the ground along the umbrella.

The whole cemetery was shrouded in black and looked particularly solemn.

Xia Bingqing was crying in front of her. The mourning cry was swallowed up by the rain. Her eyes were red and swollen.

She looked sad as if her own daughter was buried in front of her.

Xia Liang didn't understand. She stared at Xia Bingqing's figure.

Tang Ziqi has always aimed at their mother and daughter and mocked Xia Bingqing as soon as she caught the opportunity, but Xia Bingqing always stuck her cold ass with a hot face for seven years.

After the priest's words, Tang Lipei spoke. Tang Lipei waved to Xia Liang and motioned her to go up and help Xia Bingqing.

Xia Liang hurried up, but the moment he touched Xia Bingqing, he was knocked off by Xia Bingqing.

Xia Liang didn't understand. She whispered, "Mom, don't be too sad."

What she got was Xia Bingqing's vicious gouge out of her!

Xia Liang was scared to step back. She looked at Xia Bingqing in amazement. She couldn't believe Xia Bingqing's eyes just now.

There has never been such malice and hatred.

After the funeral, worried that Xia Bingqing would be bad for Xia Liang, Tang Mo sent her back to the rental room.

Tang Mo took off his coat with water stains. Inside was a black suit.

His hair tip was dripping with water, and he wiped it carelessly with a towel. His hair hung disorderly in front of his forehead, which seemed a little wasted.

Xia Liang went back to her room and changed into clean clothes. She remembered Xia Bingqing's reaction and couldn't figure it out for a moment.

Why has Xia Bingqing's attitude towards her changed 180 degrees?

She thought with her head down.

Tang Mo suddenly walked to her and sat down. He felt the strong aura around him, and the unique smell of men was in his nose.

Xia Liang was about to raise her head. Suddenly, Tang Mo's hot kiss fell down.

But in the next second, he suddenly pushed away Tang Mo in front of him.

"Huh?"

Tang Mo frowned and looked unhappy.

Xia Liang covered her mouth. She lowered her head and whispered, "not today. Ziqi has just been buried. I......"

"So what?"

Before she finished speaking, Tang Mo raised his eyebrows, then raised a smile on his lips, followed by his broad palms, wrapped her waist in one hand and pinched her chin in the other.

The man only made a little effort, but Xia Liang felt a strong attack on his chin, and then Tang Mo's hot lips hit her lips.

Xia Liang's head suddenly emptied.

So what?

What's the meaning of this?

Suddenly, Tang Mo stood up directly and walked into the room with her in his arms.

Seeing Xia Liang's reaction, Tang Mo picked his eyebrows and then pressed towards Xia Liang.

Xia Liang held out her hand against him and said softly, "light."

Then he stretched out his hand to cover the scar, and a trace of loneliness passed through his eyes.

Tang Mo immediately understood. He stretched out his hand and gently held Xia Liang's hand. He slowly moved away and whispered, "I said I don't mind."

"But I mind."

Xia Liang bit her lip. There were several scars on her whole body, large and small, except on her face, which made her have no courage to meet people.

Even if you go out for a breath, you should wear a mask and sunglasses and be fully armed to cover the scars before you have the courage to take a step out.

Tang Mo frowned. He looked at the stubborn Xia Liang on his face and finally turned off the light.

……

Xia Liang blinked and remembered the picture last night. She couldn't help laughing.

Turning around, I found that the people around me had disappeared.

Touched the other half of the quilt that was already cold, and Xia Liang frowned.

When did he leave?