Her own health is so poor that she will definitely fall when the wind blows. She still wants to catch the murderer and help Lu Yuwei take revenge?!

"Of course I won't go," Mo Huantong broke away from his hand. She turned around and walked to the desk, bent down and stuffed her coat into the trash can, "I definitely can't beat him."

"Who can you beat?!"

"I can't beat anyone," Mo Huantong stood up and suddenly smiled at him, "Otherwise, I won't be allowed to be ****, are you right?"

“…”

She is crazy?!

Self-deprecating?!

Mo Beiyan had a calm face and didn't say anything. At this time, he didn't know what to say.

Comfort? Roar her? Or rush over and hug her and say I don’t care?!

What the hell is this!

Maybe the worse it will be.

What should I do? What should I say?!

The man stood still and did not move. Mo Huantong looked at his slightly frown, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable.

When he heard this, did he feel sarcastic or disgusting?

Or... ridiculous?

In the past, he thought he was very handsome no matter how she looked at him, but now, no matter how she looked at him, he thought he was fake.

I feel so upset, I feel difficult to face, and... uncomfortable.

The kind of discomfort that makes people want to die.

She really didn't understand what he thought when he looked at her?

Maybe he doesn't care.

She should not imagine what she could guess, she had never understood him.

Mo Huantong said nothing. She turned around and walked to the bed, took off her shirt and lay down.

She closed her eyes, pulled the quilt to cover her head, and even held her breathing.

Mo Beiyan still stood there, and it was not until she lie down that the man's facial expression changed a little.

If there was a mirror for him to show him now, Mo Beiyan thought, he would definitely not be able to say what his expression was.

Anyway, it's not good-looking.

She said she wanted to see her mother in the morning, but he took her there. She was fine. As soon as he left, she ran to the cemetery to see Lu Yuwei.

Isn’t it just a broken tombstone? What’s the most beautiful thing about it?!

Damn it!

But he couldn't scold her now, and he didn't even dare to mention men, for fear that she would recall what happened in Jinhou Palace.

This is good, he didn't mention it, she mentioned it first.

Very annoying!

Eighty-mostly, Luo Xiao cursed him crazy at home recently.

Mo Beiyan had a cold face. He turned around, and although he was breathing in his heart, he still walked out of the room lightly.

It was not until the sound of the door closing that Mo Huantong pulled down the quilt. She gasped and her little face turned red.

She was afraid that he would come over and sleep with him...

Fortunately, he left.

Mo Huantong forced herself to close her eyes, and another scene of Windsor covered in blood appeared in her mind...

She shook her head hard, but she couldn't linger. The picture became closer and clearer...

Mo Huantong suddenly covered her mouth, lifted the quilt and rushed towards the bathroom!

She stumbled to the edge of the toilet before lifting the lid. A nausea sensation rushed straight into her throat, "Vomit--"

Mo Huantong supported her hands on the edge, lowered her head and vomited everything she had eaten for lunch.

I was almost vomiting stomach acid.

Mo Huantong raised her hand and wiped the corner of her mouth, leaning weakly towards the wall beside her. Her stomach was empty and she felt even more uncomfortable.

It took her a long time to reach out and grop and press the flush button.

Crazy-

The sound of flushing sounded in my ears, and Mo Huantong felt it was extremely harsh. She wished she could have such a button on her body.
Chapter completed!