Twenty-one years.

It takes twenty-one years to open your mouth. What can the past years represent? In Mo Nanjue's view, the past can only hold back.

But Luo Xiao didn't think so.

Everyone’s past is different. They want to keep the beauty, while those who are cruel want to be put aside.

But it sounds light, it happened. The emotions that have penetrated into the blood for twenty-one years are the pulse of the heartstrings. Maybe twenty-one is just a number for others, but those who have really experienced it know how to remove it casually?

Mo Nanjue sneered when he heard this, and his eyes swept over Luo Xiao's side face, "What, what you want, is it just to beat me?"

"If you win, Xiao Ran is mine."

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

"It has nothing to do with you."

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

Luo Xiao didn't comment. Mo Nanjue didn't understand his feelings. He didn't need to explain more. He raised his chin slightly and the sweat fell. "Mo Nanjue, if you let go, I will never be embarrassed again. This is the last chance I have given you."

Fu Qingshuang looked at him sideways. It was hard to imagine that Luo Xiao would say this. Luo Xiao in her eyes was never like this. She had never seen him like this. He was always gentle and she dared not think about it. He would have this side...

Even more cold than the night she first looked for him.

"The last chance I'll give me? Joke," Mo Nanjue's eyes narrowed coldly. He held the chair's foot and turned his hand, lifted it up and pointed it straight at him, "You hurt her today, I won't give you a chance."

Fu Qingshuang hurriedly walked over to support Luo Xiao, and then she realized that his whole body was trembling in pain. She was sweating so much that she lowered her voice, "Xiao, stop talking, let's just take it softly, let's leave here first, let's talk about other things later..."

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

Luo Tingsong sat down on the ground and couldn't get up. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at his son. It was only a matter of a short month that they were already strangers.

If your own biological flesh and blood do not recognize you, what else can be more cruel than this?

Maybe he was really wrong...

He felt uncomfortable with his heart blocked, and he shook his head and wiped his tears. When Song Fang saw it, she felt even more uncomfortable. She stood up and walked to Luo Xiao, then looked at Mo Nanjue. After all, she was still leaning towards her son, "Why should you hit my son like this? It's Tong Ran's heavy bleeding, isn't it because she is not good at her own health? What's the matter with my son? Xiao was Xiao'er blocking this and that for her. He had suffered enough injuries for Tong Ran. She bleeding. Do you want my son to pay for his life?"

At the end, Song Fang still spoke in a low voice, "Finally, she is still not lucky..."

Mo Nanjue remembered the words Song Fang said to Tong Ran at the kitchen door before. These people said they were family members, but they were the ones who hurt her the most. The man curled up a cold sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "Since you said that, should I get back the pain she suffered when she was a child today?"
Chapter completed!