delicious life

How could Zhao Hongxiu come here to save him when he came all at once...

Doubts are getting bigger and bigger like a snowball.It is also like a fruit that bends the branches, the thinking buds in the head are bent, hung with questions, and unable to solve them.

Mo Ci, who originally didn't want to meet Zhao Hongxiu again, lamented the amazing overlapping of fates again and again, and repeated them again and again.The more you don't want to see him, the more frequently this person will appear in front of you.

The mood that had stabilized was boiling again like boiling water, and the impulse at the beginning led to provoking the other party... Looking back, Mo Ci didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

What would it have been like if he hadn't acted out of anger in the hotel and just buried the hatred in his heart...Will the previous fate repeat itself?

The contradictory thoughts existed from the very beginning. It was he who lured the wolf into the house and summoned Zhao Hongxiu to eat away at the Mo family.The completely different meeting after restarting, every tit-for-tat...

Mo Ci stood in Zhao Hongxiu's position to think about his impulsive and irritable behavior, and the conclusions he got were all untenable.

Why do you always have thorns all over your body and pretend to be inaccessible every time you meet him? Why are you still covered by the shadow of the past in front of this person, and you consciously feel resistance?

The flash point of all emotions was on this person, Mo Ci was dizzy, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Are you okay..." Zhao Hongxiu's voice was very magnetic, deep and hoarse, which was different from others' sharpness.Supporting Mo Ci's crooked body all at once, Zhao Hongxiu moved Mo Ci's body into his arms a little bit, exerted strength with his arms, and let Mo Ci's body fly into the air, and walked out of the warehouse with Mo Ci in his arms. With surprised eyes, he got into his car.Carefully put Mo Ci, who was in dirty clothes, on the back seat of the car, let Mo Ci lean on the soft car seat, and himself clung to Mo Ci, sitting on his left.

The driver in the car saw the two people coming in, looked in the rearview mirror, started the car consciously, pressed the button of the soundproof glass on the driver's seat and the back seat, and drove to the largest hospital in C city.

Mo Ci drooped his eyelids after recovering, felt the scorching heat coming from his left side, and moved his body unnaturally, but Zhao Hongxiu held his wrist tightly, preventing him from moving at all.

"I want to talk to you, Mo Ci." Zhao Hongxiu's lowered voice reached Mo Ci's ears, and Mo Ci's focused eyes were something Mo Ci had never seen before.

Mo Ci moved his lips, but did not speak. His eyelashes covered his light brown eyes, and he breathed shallowly in the narrow space. The panic in his heart was stronger than the previous anger and hatred. He subconsciously avoided such a situation.

"I think we need to talk," Zhao Hongxiu caught Mo Ci's wandering gaze, "Tell me, why every time you see me, you always look at me like an enemy... Have we ever had a festival before? "The slightly frowned brows gathered together, showing a puzzled expression.

"If it was the time at the hotel before...it wouldn't be like this. You know, you never gave me the same feeling. Impulsive and irritable, domineering, avoiding people, and rejecting others...Which one is right? The real you?" Mo Ci, who was sitting quietly in the car, was shocked by this raised tone.

Looking at the eyes like an enemy... My mind is filled with these words, the things I built before seem to be washed away by the waves, and the castle built with sand slowly disintegrates from the bottom.

Is Zhao Hongxiu an enemy?Yes or no.Mo Ci's two answers are entrenched in his mind, the past and the present, the past and the current situation...

Those hatreds are actually unfounded!He returned, his father is still alive, and his family is steadily rising... There is no previous ups and downs, and the Mo family is dilapidated——

In other words, at the moment when Nankeyimeng returned in the early morning, these so-called hatreds were not established at all!

Those sufferings, those hiding in hiding, those fierce curses uttered by staying in dark corners... don't exist!It seemed like an empty city with a complete structure was destroyed in an instant, leaving only dust and debris floating in the air...

That was the hatred brought about by my own will...

It's a plot I imagined from beginning to end...

His complexion was pale, and Mo Ci's stiffened body attracted Zhao Hongxiu's attention, but he didn't get a response for a long time, which made Zhao Hongxiu feel that he was reconciling wishfully.

The mood was complicated. Zhao Hongxiu had never been a shy person, but when facing Mo Ci, he always had to think twice before taking action. However, his patience was limited and he couldn't bear such consumption.

This subtle feeling is probably the emotion that arose after that kiss that day.

Zhao Hongxiu shifted his gaze to Mo Ci's pale pink lips, suppressed the intense emotion in his heart, and waited for Mo Ci to give the answer he wanted.

"You are not my enemy..." Mo Ci was forced to speak out by the silence, and his eyes fell on the thumb on his palm.

This kind of answer is extremely weird... Sit down and talk with someone who was an enemy in "the previous life", and say that nothing happened, it's just my anger for no reason... This weird feeling cannot be described in words.

Hatred is rooted in the bottom of my heart, and it has sprouted and grown for many years.Even though he was reborn, with the memory of the future, Mo Ci habitually subtly subdued his hatred, kept the crisis firmly in his heart, and waited for a counterattack at any time.

However, in front of Zhao Hongxiu who did nothing, this kind of thinking was just a vain fantasy... In the end, nothing happened.

Not true... This kind of hatred is not true. He is blindly obsessed with the hatred in his previous life, while ignoring what is happening in this real world according to the normal track.

When he woke up, he found that he was the only one who went back in time.The relatives and friends around are as vivid as in the memory, and the only uncertain factor is myself.

Mo Ci stayed silent for a long time, avoiding Zhao Hongxiu's inquiring eyes several times, his heart was in a mess, feeling that the world he had constructed was no longer suitable for him.

On the one hand, I hope that this reality will continue to be maintained, so that there is a chance to make up for it.On the one hand, I am afraid that this kind of reality will happen again, and I will bear the changes brought about by the time gap alone.

The contradictions are more rapid than ever.He seems to be unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, which one is real, and which one is what he experienced in his previous life...

Mo Ci didn't say anything for a long time, and Zhao Hongxiu, who had run out of patience, had to turn his face to make Mo Ci's eyes meet his own.The slender fingers clasped Mo Ci's fair chin tightly, and some red marks were gradually printed on it.Even so, Mo Ci didn't speak, and stared blankly at Zhao Hongxiu, who was flickering.

"It's not an enemy... Well, then can you stop looking at me like an enemy?" Zhao Hongxiu stared at Mo Ci intently, as if he wanted to see something from this young face.

"..." Mo Ci shook his head lightly, then nodded again. This tweak was not in line with Zhao Hongxiu's style of conduct.His face darkened, Zhao Hongxiu suddenly moved his finger down, clasped Mo Ci's cheek again, dragged it in front of him, leaned forward slightly, and kissed him fiercely.

"Um... what are you doing!" The impenetrable kiss made Mo Ci, who hadn't recovered from his senses for a long time, react, and began to struggle violently.

The tongue invaded into the mouth that was not closed tightly, plundering fiercely, stirring and fiddled in the mouth.Every movement has a taste of aggression.The tip of the tongue rotates and licks the gums, the rough movements are hard to watch.

Being held tightly to his limbs, the little stamina he had accumulated had already been exhausted in the resistance.Biting hard on the tongue that turned in, Mo Ci heard a painful grunt as he wished.However, the smell of rust spreading in the mouth became stronger and stronger, and flowed into the throat through the tongue.

The bloodshot eyes stared at him closely, and Mo Ci met these deep eyes without showing any weakness, and touched the saliva that slipped out of his mouth weakly, unable to restrain his urge to retch , and just blocked Zhao Hongxiu's face and vomited.

"Since you're not an enemy, try to accept me. You know...how to do it." Zhao Hongxiu paused for a while, without the slightest emotion for Mo Ci's actions.

Cutting the mess quickly... has always been his code of conduct.Ever since he understood his own intentions, he formulated a set of careful actions to make this person who made his heart fluctuate obediently lie in his arms.

There is no difference between a woman and a man... The key is this feeling of sprouting, which he has not felt for a long time.Listening to one's senses and chasing love for a while, for a person like him who finds life boring, it can be regarded as a game to adjust his mood.

What's more, this kid looks right, has an inexplicable noble air, the second young master of the Mo family... this title is also the reason for his strong interest.To conquer, a man will have such an impulse in his bones. Compared with the MB in the nightclub and the hostess, such a rich boy can give him unparalleled satisfaction in his heart.

Hunting, hunter or hunting heart, this game, he is determined to win.

After thinking it through, Zhao Hongxiu raised his lips, patted Mo Ci's vest kindly, approached Mo Ci again, and whispered in his ear.

"Have you figured it out?" The gentle sound of dripping water made Mo Ci, who was dizzy, raised his arm and slammed it hard on Zhao Hongxiu's head.

"Die..." Mo Ci's weak voice disappeared in the air, and his half-stretched hand slowly lowered.Consuming too much physical strength and confusing his brain made his injured body enter a state of self-protection and fell into a coma.

The arm was picked up by Zhao Hongxiu in his arms, and his warm fingers copied Mo Ci's pale body.