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

Biting cold wind.

None of them were as chilling as Wen Boyu felt at this moment.

His hands holding the rose suddenly tightened.

The wrapping paper made a rustling sound.

She finally chose Curly! That childish, jealous little brat!

An Ning didn't stay any longer: "Then... I'll leave first. Goodbye."

"Xiao Ning!" Wen Boyu called her in a hoarse voice.

An Ning looked at him: "Anything else?"

Wen Boyu was unwilling to accept it: "Is he really better than me? He doesn't even remember what you like to eat."

An Ning said seriously, "You have your good points, and he has his good points. It's just that I like him as a person, even if he is not good in any way, I still like him. Love is... beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I like him, so naturally I think he is good in every way, and no one else can compare to him."

Wen Boyu couldn't say anything else.

Yes.

Each flower enters each eye.

Love is love.

Not loving means not loving.

No reason.

If we have to like someone just because he or she is good, then the world would be in chaos!

Just as Curly said: She just likes him to be jealous and act like a spoiled brat, and likes him to be childish!

Therefore, no matter how mature, sensible, gentle and considerate other men are, they are worthless in her eyes!

An Ning got in the car and drove away.

Mo Beizhou passed by Wen Boyu and rolled down the window: "I said, she won't like you, she only likes me."

The show of power from the love rival!

It is the declaration of the victor.

This was the first time that Wen Boyu lost his composure and looked as if he wanted to kill someone with a knife.

Mo Beizhou didn't care: "When we set a date for the wedding, I will remember to send you an invitation."

Kill people and kill your heart.

But that's it!

However, what Wen Boyu didn't know was that An Ning only agreed to have dinner with Mo Beizhou. This agreement was made in Harbin during the New Year's Day holiday. They hadn't gotten back together yet, and Xiao Juanmao didn't even have a name, but she had no guilt in asserting her sovereignty.

Before this, Mo Beizhou was very angry with Wen Boyu, but today he finally got rid of his anger and felt relieved.

He rolled up the window, drove away from Wen Boyu, and followed An Ning.

Wen Boyu was left alone standing in the cold wind for a long time.

The cold winter wind cuts my face.

It was like a cut to his heart.

The blood doesn't stop!

the other side.

An Ning and Mo Beizhou arrived at the agreed restaurant.

Mo Beizhou tried his best to please him.

An Ning did not refuse any of his kindness.

Everything she once did for him, he was now learning to do for her.

After lunch.

Mo Beizhou invited: "Sister, I'll take you to a place. Please give me some time, just two hours, okay?"

An Ning asked curiously: "Where?"

Mo Beizhou smiled and said, "You'll know when you get there."

An Ning had already made up her mind and nodded.

Checked out.

Mo Beizhou drove An Ning back to his own small apartment. An Ning's car was left in the parking lot outside the restaurant. He would ask a designated driver to go to An Ning's place to get the keys and drive her home.

Arrive at the apartment.

Mo Beizhou entered the password to enter the door and said, "The password is 0."

An Ning raised her eyebrows.

This was the code they had used when they had lived together in Manhattan.

It's his birthday.

She set it herself.

I vaguely guessed something in my heart.

open the door.

Mo Beizhou took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet for An Ning.

An Ning likes the cotton slippers with plush dolls.

An Ning changed into slippers and walked inside.

Everything was exactly the same as before. A cream-colored sofa with a bunny doll on it. When he was at work, she would often curl up on the sofa with the doll to watch a movie. The windows were curved, a typical American decoration. The kitchen was semi-open, with a small dining table for six people. The three-bedroom apartment had one bedroom for the two of them, a study, and a studio...

Just as I remembered.

An Ning's heart was beating fast.

Light and shadow flow.

It was as if we were back in the days when we lived together.

All the sweetness, romance, warmth, or anger, quarrels...

All of a sudden, it came to my mind.

Looking back from today’s perspective.

What is most profound in our memories is the sweetness of loving each other.

And all those anger and quarrels are so vague that I can’t even remember why I was quarreling?

Mo Beizhou looked at An Ning's reaction and decided to go one step further.

He took her hand and walked inside.

Open the studio door.

The room is filled with photos of An Ning.

Some of them were from the album that An Ning gave to Mo Beizhou, and were enlarged and printed using technology. Others were posted by An Ning on her Moments recently. The largest one was taken by An Ning in Harbin a while ago...

There is another painting on the easel.

It was painted by Mo Beizhou.

It doesn't fit in with the entire studio.

Because the method is really...

That sucks!

Seeing the painting, An Ning's mouth twitched: "This painting...isn't it me?"

Although it is very abstract.

But some of An Ning's facial features can be vaguely seen.

Mo Beizhou nodded as if asking for credit: "Yes, it's you, I drew it."

An Ning's mouth twitched again.

I don’t know how to evaluate it?

Mo Beizhou realized that she didn't like it: "I have learned painting for too short a time, and my painting is not good. Teacher An needs more guidance."

he said.

Put your hands around her waist.

His eyes sparkled as he looked down at her.

His gaze was too aggressive and too hot, and An Ning dodged subconsciously.

Mo Beizhou was determined to seduce her.

He put one hand around her waist and lifted her chin with the other hand. His voice was very hoarse and he said slowly and softly: "Teacher An..."

His tone of voice was too seductive.

It doesn't sound like a serious title.

An Ning had had sex with him countless times before, and she was not an innocent girl. He yelled like that on purpose, filling her head with dirty shit. Her ears were red as blood, and her heart was beating against her chest like a drum.

The man's hot breath pressed down inch by inch.

The scorching winter sun shines in through the window.

He stood against the light, with the ends of his hair dyed a brilliant golden color.

The handsome face came down.

close.

Closer.

closer……

The four thin lips finally touched each other.

An Ning's rapidly beating heart suddenly skipped a beat.

My mind is dizzy.

I was completely stunned by his teasing.

Feeling that she didn't resist, he couldn't wait to attack her, wreaking havoc between her lips and teeth. It had been too long since he kissed her like this, and the suppressed emotions deep in his heart poured out like a floodgate...

He kissed.

While taking off her clothes.

He couldn't wait to take off his coat.

There is heating in the room.

It was icy and snowy outside.

The house is warm and cozy.

Mo Beizhou picked her up and strode back to the bedroom.

Everything in the bedroom was exactly as An Ning remembered. On the bedside table was a small umbrella of the brand they were used to, brand new and unopened. Everything was exactly the same...

It's been so long since we've been this close.

Dry wood and strong fire.

Instantly burns.

……

Mo Beizhou used all his skills to tease her.

He called her "Teacher An" and "Sister" in her ears over and over again...

An Ning completely lost herself.

Mo Beizhou and her fought to the death.

It was as if he wanted to use this method to prove how much he missed her and loved her.

From 2pm till nightfall.

There is an ambiguous spring atmosphere in the bedroom.

The air was filled with decadent heat.

……