Sweetheart,Don't run away

This woman, making use of her past feelings, using him and designing him, has ulterior motives. She can act in front of her as if nothing happened. She has long been neither a fence nor a fool. He can't see anything like that. He doesn't expose it. It's just that she has the value of making use of it. If he completes the task as soon as it's over, he will be able to do it in the future It's absolutely impossible for people who look like this to pay any attention.

If there was a little bit of affection for her at the beginning, but after so many things happened, all the feelings were gone.

Moreover, even if there are feelings, it is also a thing of the past. In the past, maybe I really loved this woman, but ten years later, what I love or not has long been gone.

Today, there was a chance, but although she was not smart enough, she was not very stupid. If she stopped in time, he would have to take some more heavy medicine. Let him divorce Aimeng and marry her, she wants to be beautiful. She can't even match a hair of AIMUN. Still want to divorce, that is absolutely impossible.

How could divorce be possible? How much did he love that wife? How much did he spend to get married? Moreover, they have feelings. It's impossible to divorce without divorce. He has already applied to the organization to let Mengmeng know his identity. How could divorce be possible.

His face sank and he began to think about what he should do next. Today, it seems that this woman, obviously cunning, didn't say what she said.

The car, on the other hand, drove home at a high speed. At that end, there are people who need him to do his best and protect them all his life. Some people really can't tell who they are.

About ten minutes to arrive, the car suddenly stopped. Mo Yanke, in his meditation, regained his mind, raised his eyes and asked the driver silently. In recent days, because I was busy, I didn't have a good rest, so I simply let the driver drive.

"Boss, someone's blocking the car."

Mo Yanke squinted slightly and looked forward. With the light of the car, the faint figure, he looked, some familiar.

The next second, he determined that the person, not others, but Jinghao.

What is he doing.

He looked at Jing Hao leaning in front of the black Mercedes Benz, straightened up, with a cigarette in his mouth, and walked slowly towards him. Red cigarette butts flicker in the dark, although the time is only 6 p.m., but it seems that it is already dark, because in winter, it's getting dark very fast, and it seems that it's going to rain today, so the clouds are all black.

He walked step by step, carelessly, but with a vigorous, as if trying to camouflage their own beast. I want to put down my food.

On such occasions, such interception will not be a good thing, and if there is something, you can make a phone call or come to him directly instead of blocking him in such a place.

Mo Yanke sat up slightly, ready to deal with it in an instant.

Jinghao approaches, bends down, taps on the window glass with his fingers, and takes his last puff of cigarette. Then the butt of the cigarette arcs in the air and falls to the ground. Then he tramples on it until all the lights go out. Here comes a sentence.

"Come down and talk. I have something to ask you

It's like a conversation between men. Mo Yanke sees him outside through the car window. It seems that he is so gloomy, and it seems that something happened. Stimulated, need to vent!

Just a little thought, the bottom of my heart, my heart is a cold hum. He has such a "heart", then he really has to go down and have a good talk. After all, at such a time, he must want to say something when he chooses to intercept in such a place.

He reached out and pushed the door open. Jing Hao put his hands in his pockets and turned to one side. Mo Yanke looked at him and stretched out his long legs.

In the end, it's all a resounding task, that is, no one can understand who without speaking.

Jing Hao steps back and smiles at Mo Yanke. He seems innocent, but he has a little evil spirit. It's hard to understand why he came here.

Mo Yanke got out of the car with a sneer. Then he straightened up and looked at Jinghao with pride.

What I didn't expect was that when no one spoke, Jing Hao took the first step, and the action was so fierce, as if he didn't show mercy at all.

With absolute arrogance, with absolute ferocity, so rushed in the past, as if the lion has been, to his prey.

Mo Yanke is also fearless. He knows that if this man comes to intercept him in such a place today, there can be no good things. If he really wants to have a good talk, he will not choose such a place.

Face to face, for Mo Yanke's opponents, he gives him the minimum respect, not to blame him. It's a duel between men.

Facing Jinghao's roaring, Mo Yanke calmly welcomed him with the same sneer. Naturally, he would not be afraid of such things.This man has never been afraid of challenges. The fiercer he is, the more he likes this exciting thing, which he absolutely likes.

Ferocious and ruthless come and go, with vent.

In the end, Mo Yanke is superior. After all, both of them are not inferior. In the end, when both of them are slightly injured.

His cold voice came.

"I'll be home soon. Don't give me smoke. Mengmeng doesn't like it. Also, I can't explain the wound in the corner of my mouth. So as not to worry her, you don't want to worry Mengmeng

This sentence, let Xiao Yi have a moment of Zheng Leng, and then a little ashamed, but soon, the anger in the heart, burning more prosperous.

"Less." He sneered directly. "You just came back from other women. Don't you feel guilty and worry about the smell of smoke on your body when you say that? I think you should worry about whether the smell of other women on your body will be smelled by Mengmeng. The smell of smoke is nothing. If Mengmeng asks about the injury on the corner of your mouth, say I'm ok. Anyway, we've never been friends If you are not a friend, if you are in a bad mood, you should have a fight. " Jinghao said lazily, wiping the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with his clothes. Then look at Mo Yanke.

It's really hypocritical. Just now another woman came out of her arms, and now she can do such a thing. The more she looks at it, the more unhappy she is. He absolutely won't allow him to do anything wrong.