Sorry, I can't love you

"Ah..."

Xia Liang shivered all over.

"Dudu... Brother..."

A knock on the door suddenly sounded, interrupting Tang Mo's action,

Xia Liang also suddenly returned to his mind and looked at the man in front of him. His brain was buzzing and exploded.

She recovered her strength in panic and began to struggle desperately, but she was pressed by Tang Mo's backhand.

"What are you afraid of?" Tang Mo sneered, his eyes full of contempt.

"Don't let her know I'm here..."

Xia Liang panicked and his eyes were full of fear.

Tang Ziran is a spoiled princess. She always does whatever she wants. As long as she finds a reason, she can trample on her self-esteem anytime and anywhere.

According to her temperament, if you find her room in Tang Mo's time, you will call out the whole family to see jokes.

"Do you have self-esteem, too?" Tang Mo sneered, "but why do you use your self-esteem to deceive yourself and others?"

The hand pressed on Xia Liang's chest suddenly made a force and pinched her in great pain, but she bit her teeth and dared not make any sound.

The knock on the door was more and more urgent. Simultaneous interpreting was Tang Ziran's voice.

"Brother, what are you doing? If you don't open the door, I'll go straight in... "

"Please..." the forbearing voice oozed from between his teeth. Xia Liang's eyes were full of tears. The begging eyes made Tang Mo move slightly.

The clear and pleading eyes made Tang Moshi recover his reason a little. He always disdained to have a relationship with anyone in the Xia family, and Xia Liang didn't deserve it.

Tang Mo pulled the corners of his mouth and sneered, "you should be disappointed."

He didn't give Xia Liang an opportunity to explain. Tang Mo was tall and slender. He got up and pulled Xia Liang by the way. He grabbed each other's back neck and pushed it into the bathroom. During the period, his action was rough and finished at one go. He didn't care about Xia Liang's feelings. Would it hurt her.

Xia Liang stumbles. When she looks back, the bathroom door has been locked. Xia Liang takes a deep breath and slides slowly on the ground relying on the wall. The cold marble bursts to the bone, but she has no strength to move another minute.

"Brother, what are you doing!"

Tang Ziran finally lost his temper outside the door. Even Xia Liang, who was hiding in the bathroom, heard his sharp voice clearly. He was worried that Tang Ziran would rush in and find himself. Xia Liang clenched his hands into fists and listened to the movement outside.

When the door opened, Tang Mo had put on his pajamas. Even in ordinary household clothes, he also recovered his former elite appearance. In the face of his sister Tang Ziran, Tang Mo was not necessarily close. Tang Ziran was used to running around at home, but she would still converge in front of her brother. When she saw Tang Mo, her face was not good. She immediately changed her attitude and smiled sweetly.

"Brother, my aunt downstairs has prepared dessert. Do you want to eat some? When you bring it up, you close the door."

Tang Ziran pretended to be angry. As he said, he walked in and looked around quietly.

When the dessert was put on the bedside table, Tang Ziran saw the messy and wrinkled sheets and a light blue hair band on them.

With a tight mouth and a scold in the heart, it is disgusting with the false and pure color

Tang Ziran frowned, but his voice was sweet and could not hear anything unusual.

"Brother, are you..."

"You know I don't like sweets."

Tang Mo Shi took the lead in opening his mouth and let Tang Ziran hold back.

She didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Tang Mo, so she could only laugh: "fresh taste, pure mango, and I specially asked my aunt not to be too greasy."

"Don't you see what time it is to eat this kind of food so late?"

"People try new things for you."

The two people spoke without a word and got into Xia Liang's ears. She covered her mouth and even heard Tang Ziran pacing indoors. Then she approached the door of the bathroom step by step. Xia Liang's heart beat like a drum and was about to jump out of her chest, but Tang Mo didn't stop it.

Is he trying to kill himself?

Xia Liang closed his eyes in despair and even heard Tang Zi dye his hands and put on the handle.

Tang Mo looked at everything silently behind his back and counted the time. He felt that teasing was enough. Only then did he speak slowly.

"Zi Ran..."

The simple words made Tang Ziran freeze easily. For a moment, her mind turned. The final conclusion was that she was angry. There was someone in the bathroom.

Does he mean to protect the women here?

I never take women home. What's the difference!

An unknown fire sprang up in an instant. Tang Ziran was about to push the door, but he opened his mouth when he heard Tang Mo behind him.

"Ziran, you have a heart, but I'm going to sleep."

Tang Ziran took several deep breaths and wanted to ask about it, but he couldn't summon up his courage in the end.

"Brother, have a good rest."

"Yes."

Tang Mo didn't speak, but he already went to the door and pushed the door open for Tang Ziran. It's self-evident to see off the guests. Tang Ziran bit his lips and turned his face to see Tang mo. when he looked at Tang Mo, his face changed as if he had turned over a book.

"I'll go downstairs first. Brother, remember to try the cake."

Before leaving, Tang Ziran deliberately kicked the bathroom door, raised his chin and left like a swan.

Xia Liang in the door shrinks into a ball until he sticks to the wall and repeatedly confirms that Tang Ziran leaves, which makes him breathe. However, before people relax, Tang Mo has pushed the door in.

Xia Liang immediately put the whole person on alert and got up: "brother..."

"You deserve to call me brother, too? You didn't think so when you came into my room in the middle of the night. "

"I wanted to talk about work, but you didn't give me a chance."

"Dress like this to talk about work?" When Tang Mo looked up and down at Xia Liang with sharp eyes, he sneered more and more: "it's not perfect to make up a lie."

Xia Liang knew that Tang Mo was always held high and used to it. He inevitably had some conceit. Now, even if he said the flowers, he might not be able to listen to what he identified.

"Then I'll go back..."

She said, but suddenly there was pain on her shoulder before she went out.