Mo Ning was shocked by his shamelessness.

"It may be tomorrow." The bad turn of the year, "It may be next year!"

"..."

Mourning’s eyes are round and round, and for a moment, she really wants to scratch his abominable face!

The curse was stalked in the throat, and several times she wanted to vent it, and swallowed it hard.

It is not a day or two to deal with her. It is very unwise for him to be angry and not to eat hard characters.

and……

She is only one of his pets now.

Whoever has seen a pet can make a big noise with the owner, and the owner will endure listening?

Yansi year admired her face that changed her mind, thinking that her temper would directly scream.

Who knows that there is no such thing, she just went to bed in silence and wanted to pick up the clothes on the ground.

As a result, the exhaustion of the body made her legs soft and fell on the thick carpet.

Then, for the next second, she was kneeling on the floor, holding her legs and shaking her shoulders.

this is……

Cried?

A glimpse of the year, watching the little woman crying in front of her.

He suddenly found that Moining was really thin, and the lines of the back of the bow were very obvious.

The curvature of the spine is deeper, and the thin shoulders are undulating together, revealing depression and deep pain.

"Minning."

As soon as the old legs were stretched, the blanket on his body slipped, revealing his lean upper body.

He walked to the side of Menin and directly slid her soft body into her arms.

"What are you crying? I have no intention of repenting."

He wanted to lift her head, but Mourning barely buried deeper, his cheeks close to the skin of his chest.

Awkward, a drop of cold liquid fell on his chest.

It’s so cold, but it’s so hot.

Has been passed to the bottom of my heart.

"Hey."

The sway of the apex of the heart is so obvious, and the sigh of sighs with a compromise, the right hand caressing her long hair, the helplessness of the eyes, and even he himself is not aware of it. Pity.

"Okay, I promise you, send someone to do it tomorrow, can you?"

Originally he was making plans, even if Mo Ning did not say, he would soon start.

"..."

Moin sucked his nose and leaned against the face of his chest to see the expression.

For a long while, she seems to have calmed down some moods and said lowly. "Year of the year, my mother is dead, Huo Yunxiao. You will not understand, this character of mother is a kind of existence for me, maybe like What you said, there is no family relationship between her and her, she is using me, I am repaying her fertility, but since I started to remember, she has been with me, we have been living together for 18 years, I... ... no relatives and friends, only her. She died, except for revenge, I don't even know where my future is. I can only continually urge myself, maybe I will be better when I succeed in revenge."

It is rare for me to say such a long paragraph of words.

The words of the year have been quietly listening, and the look is thoughtful.

He had already investigated everything that Moshan and Moin could find when they got along.

In the eighteen years, Moen was treated as a marionette at the mercy of arbitrarily.

Compared to family, Moshan's meaning to her is more like a streetlight.

No, it would be more appropriate to describe the relationship between the soldier and the chief.

When the sergeant died, the soldiers were lost.

"I understand." He patted her head with a gentle appeasement.