Chapter 809 I didn’t give you a chance

Twenty-one years.

It’s been twenty-one years since we opened our mouths. What can the past years mean? In Mo Nanjue’s view, the past can only hinder our footsteps.

But Luo Xiao didn't think so.

Everyone's past is different, the good ones want to keep, and the cruel ones want to leave behind.

But it is easy to say, it has happened, it has happened. Twenty-one years of deep-seated feelings are the pulse of the heart. Maybe twenty-one is just a number to others, but those who have really experienced it will know how it is possible.

Eliminate it casually?

Mo Nanjue sneered when he heard this, and his eyes swept across Luo Xiao's face, "What, what do you want, is to win against me?"

"If I win you, Xiaoran will be mine."

"You are wrong," Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, "Even if you beat me ten thousand times, she will not be yours."

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Luo Xiao, a relationship determined by winning or losing," the man really found it funny, "you call it love?"

Luo Xiao was noncommittal. Mo Nanjue wouldn't understand his feelings. He didn't need to explain more. He raised his chin slightly and sweat dropped, "Mo Nanjue, if you just let go, I will never make things difficult for you again.

This is the last chance I give you."

Fu Qingshuang looked at him sideways. It was hard to imagine that Luo Xiao would say these words. Luo Xiao had never been like this in her eyes. She had never seen him like this. He had always been gentle and elegant. She did not dare to go

I think he will also have this side...

Even more cold than the night she first found him.

"The last chance for me? What a joke," Mo Nanjue's sharp eyes narrowed coldly. He turned the hand holding the leg of the chair, raised it and pointed it straight at him, "You hurt her today because I didn't give it to you.

Chance."

Fu Qingshuang hurriedly walked over to support Luo Xiao, only to realize that he was actually shaking all over from the pain. She was sweating profusely and lowered her voice and said, "Xiao, stop talking, just be patient, let's leave here first, and the rest

We’ll talk about it later…”

Otherwise, according to Mo Nanjue's temperament, if the stalemate continues like this, Luo Xiao might be beaten to death by him.

Luo Tingsong collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at his son. It had only been a few months, but they had become strangers.

What could be more cruel than denying oneself to one's own flesh and blood?

Maybe he was really wrong...

He shook his head and wiped his tears with his heart clogged. Song Fang felt even worse when he saw it. She stood up and walked to Luo Xiao, then looked at Mo Nanjue. After all, she still favored her son, "Why are you like this?"

Beat my son? It's because Tong Ran is bleeding heavily. It's not because she is in poor health. What does it have to do with my son? Xiao'er was the one who blocked this and that for her when she was little. He has suffered enough injuries for Tong Ran. She

If you bleed, do you want my son to pay for it with his life?"

At the end of the sentence, Song Fang lowered her voice, "In the final analysis, it's her own fate that is bad..."

Mo Nanjue thought of what Song Fang had said to Tong Ran at the door of the kitchen. These people were family members, but they were the ones who hurt her the most. The corner of the man's mouth curled up with sarcasm, "Since you said that, am I the same person today?"

Should she take back all the suffering she suffered when she was a child?"

He blocked her words without mercy. Song Fang opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be stuck, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.
Chapter completed!