Sweetheart,Don't run away

Aimeng opened the door, but didn't go out, just let the cold wind blow in. The body is very cold, but the heart is even colder. I didn't say anything. I just looked at the dark night without my eyes.

The woman upstairs could not help shivering because of the cold wind. Then she looked at Aimeng coldly and said, "Mr. Mo, who is this woman? Is there something wrong with her brain?"

"Get out of here. Get your things out of here. What happened today is nothing. If you give me a word outside, you will know the end. " But in the second half of the sentence, Mo Yanke lowered his voice.

That woman suddenly some panic, then pull Mo Yanke's arm, "Mo always."

But the man's sharp eyes turned, and then the woman did not speak for a moment, stumbling to the ground to pick up the clothes, and then quickly put on, picked up the side of the backpack fell on the ground.

Mo Yanke handed out a check, and the woman took it, but she still laughed. This night, she gained a lot. This check can keep her from working, eating, drinking and having fun for several years. Mo Yanke is really generous.

It's really her luck to play the game in the evening. A friend called her and said that a boss wanted to find a woman to play a play. He said that if it was done well, the reward would be very rich. For people like them, the money making thing is a good thing. Besides, it's not all men.

At last, when she knew that it was mo Yanke, she was still very happy, so she couldn't help working hard for the performance just now. However, she was a little curious that the woman standing at the gate was also a woman, and she could see some things clearly. However, these things were no longer her business. This check was hers.

I can't help kissing this hot check, and then I said to Mo Yanke smartly, "Mr. Mo, I'm gone. If there's such a good thing next time, you must come to me. This is my phone. You have to remember." After that, he flew a kiss, and then walked downstairs in 11 cm high heels.

After the gate, or can not help but look at a dream, and then left with a smile.

AI dream can't help but white one eye, in the heart resentful scold, shameless woman. Fox spirit, Mo Yanke is really blind, actually with this kind of woman, look dirty.

When the woman left, Aimeng wiped her tears and wanted to go out. Even though there is snow on the ground now.

The hand is pulled vigorously suddenly, "what are you mad about? Don't you know what the weather is outside? Look at you now. People don't recognize you, ghost or ghost."

"Let go, I'm not human, ghost is not ghost, has anything to do with you, Mr. mo." Aimeng deliberately emphasizes the word "general manager Mo". She just wants Mo Yanke to know that her Aimeng is not something that can be discarded or picked up. She is like a person, a person of flesh and blood. She is not so spoiled.

"It's hard to reply. You were jealous when you saw me and other women just now. It's still heartache. " Mo Yanke grabbed her chin and forced her to face his eyes.

Because of the great height difference, Aimeng was almost carried by Mo Yanke. It felt like someone had put a knife into her throat.

"You say, you are not jealous, see me and other women, say."

"No, no, why should I be jealous? What qualifications do I have to be jealous? Who am I of you, Mr. Mo? I'm just a woman who is nothing. I'm just borrowing the people who live with you for the time being. Am I qualified?"

She argued loudly.

He looked at the bottom of this stubborn face, the heart has some slightly angry. In fact, Mo Yanke is not a fool. At a glance, you can see that Aimeng cares. This woman cares, but her mouth is hard. She is always so unforgiving.

If you don't care why you cry, if you don't care why you stand at the door now, it's like a lonely lily. Life has come to an end.

She hated the situation and growled in a hoarse voice.

"Let me go. Please let me go. I will never disturb your life again. You can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter with any woman you want. Let me go. I'm tired. I'm very tired." Almost roar to say this sentence, finish, strong cough a few, Mo Yanke suddenly let go of his hands, AI Meng fell to the ground.

Cover your heart and gasp.

"If you want to leave me, why do you want to go to Jinghao, or do you want to take his children far away from me? It's a beautiful idea, but I will never let you do it."

"Mo Yanke, you bastard, are you funny? Why don't you believe me? Why don't you believe me? That child belongs to you, not Jinghao."

Aimeng's tearful eyes whirled, but the man was indifferent. "Really, do you really think I'm a fool? In the past more than a month, where are you, where am I, have I touched you, Aimeng? Are you kidding? How could it be my child?""Why don't you believe me." Aimeng sat down on the ground and suddenly began to cry.

"Whoever the child belongs to, knock him out."

Aimeng's mind is blank in an instant.

Whoever the child belongs to, get rid of him.

Oh, that's funny. Isn't that child his? How can he be so cruel? It's a life. Why can he blink his eyes and say that he wants to get rid of it.

No matter who the child is, his heart is really made of iron. He always doubts that the child is Jing Hao's. What else can she say. She said that the child was not Jinghao's. He didn't believe it any more. He just killed the child. It was Jinghao's, but why couldn't he recall what he had done to her that night.

No one can deny the fact that she and Jing Hao are always in a light relationship.

She didn't believe it all the time. She thought that she was putting a green hat on him. She thought that she had betrayed him in the past month when she lived in Jinghao villa. But why did he not believe her so much? He thought that she was the kind of person who could do nothing.

It's really funny. They've been together for more than half a year. In his opinion, she is the kind of woman. It's really funny. It's a terrible feeling not to be believed.

Tears drop by drop on the ground. The cold wind made her shiver, but she didn't say anything. Then she wiped away her tears, stood up and went back upstairs.

Even though Mo Yanke was still standing there, as if he were the air.