Traps Of Love

Happiness no one can give you, only you can give yourself!

Gong Mo's elegant and noble face is full of complex emotions. Xiaoya's words are repeatedly echoed in his mind. His lips are pale and trembling, and he repeats, "become his own God.".

"Gong Mo, let me go and let yourself go." Mi Xiaoya said gently, gazing at his eyes, is the clearest eye light.

Gong Mo slowly droops his head. His heart seems to have overturned the Schisandra bottle, and all kinds of tastes rush to his throat.

He understood the truth, but how could he let her go?

If reason can control emotion, there will be so many love and hatred in this world.

"Xiaoya, I'm so tired. Can you hold me?"

Beautiful black jade Danfeng eyes, is affectionate attachment, so pure love, with the melancholy of begging, pitifully heartbreaking.

He stood upright, gently open arms, waiting for her to give him more warmth.

Mi Xiaoya's fist was clenched, then slowly loosened, and then clenched again. There was a complex hesitation in her eyes.

If a hug, in exchange for everyone's safety to leave, if you can let Miyamoto think, then you can avoid a bloody killing again.

So it seems that a friendly hug is nothing.

However, MI Xiaoya doesn't want to cheat herself. She can still feel the strong possessiveness in the eyes of Gongmo.

Will her embrace be misleading?

It seems that there is a cold wind blowing from behind. Mi Xiaoya suddenly turns her head slowly with a clatter in her heart.

Leng Zetian's proud hands embrace his arms, and a pair of deep eyes are burning with jealousy?!

Thin lips raised, eyebrows raised, although there is no words, but lengshao's expression at this time has fully explained his mood.

Woman, you dare to hold other men in front of Ben Shao!

Poof!

He's jealous!

Mi Xiaoya has a black thread. The chilly air just behind her runs directly through her whole body, making her hair creepy.

She kneaded her eyebrows in silence, and it was really terrible to eat less vinegar.

"I'm sorry, I --" she was about to say no, but the next moment, she was suddenly pulled into the warm arms by the palace.

Belongs to the palace Mo's clear breath, all flutters disperses in the nose tip, causes the mind to have the momentary trance.

Xiaoya's memory is like a sea, belonging to the past of white tassels. The love for that lonely but extremely beautiful and gentle young man is once again overwhelming in my heart.

"Xiaoya, give me time." He hugged her intensely, leaned down and buried it in her shoulder with deep feeling,

tears broke the dike in a flash.

Jingying wet warmth, Jingying, along her soft hair, wet her neck, palace Mo in her arms, sad to cry like an injured child.

He Mu's voice is extremely hoarse. He Mu's deep love, which has been suppressed for a long time, is finally released.

Mi Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, and finally did not push away the palace in front of him. The last warmth was the tenderness of tassel to him.

Their previous feelings, too deep, this minute of tenderness, she left palace mo.

Mi Xiaoya's silent sigh, can only harden the scalp, temporarily ignore the knife like chilly eyes behind.

Seeing that Xiaoya is hugged by Gongmo, the other party still holds her and cries like an innocent little beast, which makes lengzetian very dissatisfied.

Handsome face, instant black down, deep eyeground, raging anger instant.

Stupid woman, do you think you are a lover!

Actually climbing the wall in front of Ben Shao, you are braver than tassels, aren't you!

Li Yunze on the side of his body felt the chill, but he still insisted and told him in a low voice, "it's too cold. The felo people haven't found it yet."

Leng Zetian frowned and asked in a cold voice, "has the person from Interpol come yet?"

Li Yunze's eyes were like electricity, and he immediately said, "there is a fight in the fourth floor attic. Maybe they are ready to take the attic as a breakthrough and rush in."

At the end of the speech, Li Yunze's eyes suddenly fell on the head of the lonely Wolf on the ground, and his tall body was suddenly shocked.

Two fists immediately pinch tight, ferocious scar next to the forehead because of rage and raised.

Although the lone wolf used to be a chess piece, timid and cowardly, he was very loyal to Li Yunze.

Unexpectedly, he was cut off and died in a foreign country in despair and pain, which made Li Yunze's heart pierced!

Pain, no, it's more of a frenzied surge of hatred!

Li Yunze's face was as cold as a knife, and his intention to kill was ferocious and boiling. "Lengshao, who killed him?"

Leng Zetian frowned, reached out and pressed Li Yunze's stiff shoulder, and said in a tone of command, "this matter, let me deal with it. I will not avenge the wolf!"He can't let Li Yunze's hands stained with blood and get further involved in the Mafia dispute. At that time, if he wants to get away, it will be as difficult as heaven.

As for the murderer's ghost blade -

lengze, the light in the sky is getting cold and sharp, and he has his way to deal with it.

"Yes Li Yunze answered, and his fierce anger suddenly dissipated.

With Leng Zetian's words, the Revenge of lone wolf will be more joyful than his hands!

Lengze orders, "you immediately go and join Interpol there, I'll deal with this side."

"Yes." Li Yunze immediately said that when he left, he glanced at the ghost blade standing in the corner to wipe the blade.

His eyes were black to the extreme, but he didn't have the uncontrollable intention to kill him just now. On the contrary, he felt pity for him.

After Li Yunze left, Leng Zetian's face was even worse.

The trough! How can his woman be held in his arms by other men!

I can't bear it!

"Mi - Xiao - ya!" Leng Zetian roared, and his magnetic voice tensed Leng Han's anger, which shocked people.

Mi Xiaoya immediately and decisively from the palace Mo's arms out, a beautiful face, embarrassed red into a tomato.

A pair of clear eyes, like deer, flickering, dare not look at Leng Zetian's angry eyes that can kill people.

Palace Mo's arms empty, the heart also followed, like a huge piece of missing in general.

He couldn't help but want to reach out to hold her, but the hand in the air, but because of MI Xiaoya's gentle determination, he slowly pinched and took it back.

The empty palm, like his missing soul, is left with endless darkness and loneliness.

It's so uncomfortable -

Gong Mo lowered his eyes and tried his best to control the tears from gushing out.

He Mu's cold voice rang out slowly, "Xiaoya, I'll let you go."

"It does not mean that I am willing to give up loving you, but -"

"please wait for me!"