He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

upstairs.

Mo Beizhou entered An Ning's room, walked to the door as if he was familiar with it, and raised his hand to knock on it.

A voice from inside responded: "Coming."

Soon the door opened.

It's time for dinner.

An Ning thought it was her mother calling her to eat.

What I saw when I opened the door was Mo Beizhou.

Before she could close the door.

Mo Beizhou squeezed in and hugged her tightly: "Ning'er..."

An Ning had been sulking for the whole afternoon, and kept telling herself that she had to be tough this time. But the moment she saw him, she couldn't be tough anymore. She symbolically struggled a few times, and deliberately lowered her head and didn't look at him: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you not to come?"

Mo Beizhou apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, Ning'er, I know I was wrong. I promise there won't be a next time, don't be angry. If you are really angry, hit me a few times to vent your anger."

This is always the case.

He coaxed casually.

An Ning was so soft-hearted that she couldn't suppress the smile on her face. She still lowered her head and said, "Why would I hit you? My hands would hurt if I hit you."

When a girl says this, it means she can't bear to hit him.

Mo Beizhou didn't hear the hidden meaning in her words, and said seriously: "Then I will hit it myself, where do you want to hit it?"

An Ning was amused by him.

Hearing her laugh, Mo Beizhou was even more confused: "Ning'er, what are you laughing at? Where do you want to hit me? I'll do it myself."

An Ning finally raised her head and looked at him. Perhaps because he was in a hurry when he went upstairs, his hair was messed up. A small tuft of curly hair stood up, and his lips were red and his teeth were white, which was particularly cute. She raised her hand and pinched his face, and said angrily: "Next time you eat food sent by other women, I will not want you."

"I don't want you anymore."

Mo Beizhou's heart ached when he heard this, and he immediately said, "No, I promise there won't be a next time."

An Ning said nothing more.

Mo Beizhou guessed that she was no longer angry, so he held her hand and said, "My aunt asked me to ask you to come downstairs for dinner."

"Oh." An Ning broke free from his embrace and pulled her hand back: "Let's go downstairs to eat."

Mo Beizhou felt empty inside, frowned fiercely, and immediately went to hold her hand.

An Ning glanced at him and didn't pull her hand back, letting him hold her hand.

Holding her hand, Mo Beizhou's aching heart felt a little relieved.

Ever since she said the word "break up", whenever she said something similar, he would feel very uncomfortable. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, uneasiness, palpitations, as if a piece of his heart had been dug out.

See them walk into the restaurant hand in hand.

An Nanhuai simply couldn't bear to watch it.

Xu Shulan smiled like an auntie.

These two children...

At dinner time.

Mo Beizhou kept showing his affection to her. He wanted to see An Ning being shy and happy. It seemed that only in that way could he feel at ease.

But An Ning was in a bad mood today. He picked up food for her, poured soup for her, and handed her a tissue...

Her reactions were all indifferent.

This made Mo Beizhou feel more and more uneasy.

Everyone else at the table sensed a strange atmosphere.

After dinner.

An Ning saw Mo Beizhou off.

Mo Beizhou held her hand tightly: "Ning'er, do you want to move out?"

He apologized, coaxed, and courted.

He didn't know what else he could do.

He wanted to take her out for the night, wanted to have sex with her, and that kind of honesty might make him feel more at ease.

"Forget about it tonight. I don't want to go out." An Ning really didn't have the interest in that aspect, but seeing that he looked a little depressed, she added: "Wait a few days. You still have to go to work tomorrow. Go back and rest early."

Mo Beizhou was panicking. He lowered his head and looked at her steadily, and asked again to confirm: "Ning'er, you are not angry with me anymore, right?"

An Ning nodded: "Well, I'm not angry anymore."

Mo Beizhou couldn't explain why, but he felt that she was lying. He held her hand tightly and refused to let go: "Ning'er, why don't you hit me a few times? I feel so upset."

It was the first time that An Ning felt that he seemed afraid.

She deliberately pulled her hand out of his grasp.

I could clearly see that his eyes were red and his lips were pursed.

Although she still felt sour and awkward in her heart, An Ning couldn't bear to see him like this, so she went over and hugged him: "I'm really not angry anymore."

Her small, soft body was pressed against his arms.

Mo Beizhou's uneasy heart was comforted, and he bent down to hug her tightly: "Ning'er, I really know I was wrong."

"Yeah." An Ning rubbed her little head against his chest a few times: "I forgive you."

A few minutes later.

An Ning stepped out of his arms: "Get in the car."

Mo Beizhou got into the car reluctantly.

Watched his car leave.

An Ning turned around and went back to the house, going straight upstairs to her room.

She studied Chinese painting and started painting at the age of four. There was a small studio in her room. Sitting in front of the easel, she picked up the brush and sketched the outline of a man. Fragments of memory passed through her mind like slides...

Amazing at first sight.

Flirting overtly and covertly.

An active confession after drinking.

They had sex and lived together on the first day of their relationship.

Every scene we have seen together, every road we have walked...

All the memories about him are so clear and unforgettable.

Having given so much, she couldn't let go. She planted the tree with her own hands, so how could she be willing to let others enjoy the shade?

From knowing to now.

He has actually changed a lot.

It used to be like an emotionless AI, but now it actually knows how to be afraid.

Perhaps she was just too sensitive.

Since you love him deeply, you should tolerate him.

Rather than saying that Mo Beizhou coaxed An Ning, it would be more accurate to say that she coaxed herself.

This time He Xiang brought food to Mo Beizhou, and he ate it without any precautions. This was just a very small conflict in the nearly two years they had been together. There were countless similar incidents in Manhattan. He could not tell the difference between other women's advances on him. Although he had never done anything to let An Ning down, such a small thing really made An Ning very unhappy.

This is always the case.

He said he knew he was wrong and there wouldn't be a next time, and indeed the same thing never happened again.

But he still can't tell the difference between those women who want to get close to him as long as they change their tactics.

An Ning didn't know how many similar things would happen again. He didn't know how he could understand why she was angry, why she was jealous, why she was unhappy.

When she first pursued him, it wasn't that hard to pursue him.

Although she flirted with him overtly and covertly for more than a year before confessing her love, he agreed as soon as she confessed. Sometimes An Ning always wondered, if it wasn't her, if she confessed her love earlier, would he have agreed?

If there is a person who is younger and prettier than her, who pursues her more closely than her, who is more willing to give than her, who is more considerate and sensible than her, and who is more persistent than her, then will he agree? If that person appears, will she be replaced? Abandoned? In his heart, is she the only one who cannot be replaced?

Because of love, there is worry.

That's what love is.

The more you love, the more you worry about gains and losses.

An Ning mixed the paints and completed the painting on the easel stroke by stroke.

Heart……

very tired!

But I'm unwilling to let go!