You Will Be Mine!

"Warm son, enough!" Mo Xiwen almost gnashing his teeth to say these four words.

Push her away with both hands.

Warm son does not prevent Mo Xi Wen to push her away so fiercely, a stagger, nearly fell to the ground.

She looked at him pitifully, and her face did not understand, so: "Xi Wen, what's the matter with you?"

"What do you want? Do you think it's fun to do this? " Mo Xi Wen shouts coldly.

"I I just I just Nuanzi raised his misty eyes. When he saw the disgust of his eyes, his tears flowed more quickly.

Didn't he just get emotional?

Why is this?

Mo Xiwen took a deep breath. He told himself to control his emotions, not to be excited, not to be angry, but he still couldn't bear to curse:

"you make me feel very disgusting and dirty. Don't touch me with your lips that have been kissing others, and don't touch me with your other hands that you have touched!"

Even if he found out about her and her teacher that day, Mohist didn't scold her with such vicious words.

But at this moment, he scolded so hard

In particular, the unabashed disgust and disgust of his eyes made nuanzi suffer. She sat down on the ground and burst into tears: "I Wrong... "

"I'm sorry, warm son, I didn't mean to, just me I... " Mo Xi Wen looked at her sitting on the ground and immediately regretted.

He didn't mean to hurt her.

He hoped that the two people could get together well, and he hoped that she could have a good life in the future.

He didn't want to hurt her with such words.

But at that moment, he was really angry.

He stretched out his hand and pinched his brow. At the moment, his headache was about to crack. He really didn't know what to do with the warmer. With his lips pursed, he paced up and down in the same place, very irritable.

Looking back at her, she was still sitting on the ground crying.

In the past, he has not been willing to let her sad, even if she just dropped a little tears, he was extremely distressed.

Even at this moment, he didn't want to see her sad.

However, he could not say anything to comfort her.

Nuanzi said nothing, just sat on the ground crying and crying.

For the first time, Mo Xiwen knew how much a woman could cry. He leaned against the wall impatiently, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it on his lips. The silver lighter lit gently between his fingers, the blue flame beat gently, and the gray smoke curled around his lips.

He seldom smokes, because she doesn't like his smoking and dislikes the smell of tobacco on his fingertips, so he has gradually given up smoking these years. He only has to smoke a few cigarettes when he is out for social activities. However, every time he smokes, he will brush his teeth and wash his hands before he goes home.

He always felt that she had followed her at such a young age, just like his daughter. He wanted to pamper her well.

But moshiwen thought that maybe he did something wrong.

Nuanzi is still crying. These days, she is crying or crying every day. She doesn't know what to do. She is afraid of losing Mohist, but she can't find a good way to save him.

When a man who spoils you into a princess, once he wants to leave you, you will find that you have nothing to save him.

When the cigarette end burned on the fingertip, Mo Xiwen finally threw off the cigarette end of the fingertip and looked at her.