Dance Solo

Chapter 28: 27. Lovesickness is sickness, only love can be cured

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The two looked at each other, the air was full of flames of war, and the smell of gunpowder was full of smoke. The four eyes converged, and the sparks were bursting. Mo Jingyao's eyes were deep and silent, but Xie Zhiwu seemed to have everything under control.

She shook her head and shook her head and didn't care about it. It's about the song anyway, so she didn't believe you and pretended it.

After a while, Mo Jingyao really broke his merits and spoke every word.

"you go first."

For a while, the sound of the needle falling to the ground could be heard quietly all around, the coquettish girl was unbelievable, but Xie Zhiwu was happy.

Mo Jingyao looked at Xie Zhiwu's cheeky face, and his heart was a little angry, and he wanted to catch her and beat her up, but no matter how impatient and unwilling, he had to follow her thoughts at this moment.

He thought, this is all for the song, otherwise the ghost will be threatened by her.

The coquettish girl is really unhappy. It's all about pouring water and running errands. Who gave her a chance to get on Mo Jingyao's bed, but the foreplay didn't even start, so she was squeezed by a stinky girl. went out. It's so hard that she has waited so long and looked forward to so long, did she come here to take a bath? !

"Mo Shao..." The skills of the nine bends and eighteen bends were used again, but this time Mo Jingyao didn't even look at her. She understood that it was really hopeless to go to bed, and it would only annoy Mo Jingyao if she consumed it. She couldn't help but stared at Xie Zhiwu fiercely while wearing her clothes.

She thought to herself, if it weren’t for the fact that Mo Shao was too clean and obsessed with cleanliness, she would have to let her bathe and wash for an hour. They were afraid that they would take care of the matter as soon as they entered the house. Taking him as a woman like Mo Jingyao, she still needs to be afraid of a little yellow-haired girl, she needs to be so desperate and dissatisfied!

While thinking and angry, thinking while being angry.

The result of so-called dissatisfaction is usually that there is nowhere to be angered.

But when she went out to stare at Xie Zhiwu again, the pride, disgust, and disdain in this little girl's eyes disappeared. Instead, it was the sadness and sadness that made people look moved.

Mo Jingyao, who was opposite her, was looking down to get the lighter, and missed such a heartbreaking expression. The coquettish girl suddenly felt relieved. Everyone's love story is different. This is probably one of thousands of stories. She somewhat wanted to see the results of these two people, but more wanted to make them awkward all the way to death.

Who told them to ignore her today.

As the door slammed shut, Xie Zhiwu's expression immediately returned to normal. Mo Jingyao lit a cigarette, played with the lighter in his hand, and glanced at her faintly, "Now, can I say something."

Xie Zhiwu nodded indifferently, then shook his head again.

She said, "Mo Jingyao, my hands hurt so much."

After hearing the words, Mo Jingyao thought for a while, pinched out the cigarette that he didn't take a few puffs in his hand, and threw it in the ashtray, crossed the coffee table, and pulled her left hand in front of him to take a look.

When he closed the door, he was really on fire, and he was about to slam the door with great strength. Her white and tender little hands, other than playing the piano and violin, can not withstand such a toss.

Thinking, dropped her little hand, and said coldly, "I deserve it, I can't figure out how many pounds I have, and I have to do it."

Seeing Mo Jingyao's expressionless face, Xie Zhiwu was not a pity, but he still smiled lightly, "I love what I can do, I love it."

Mo Jingyao snorted coldly.

"Mo Jingyao, it really hurts." She spoke again with an injured expression.

Mo Jingyao frowned, "It didn't hurt the bones, it was just a squeeze. Why does it hurt like this?!"

Xie Zhiwu pouted and coquettishly, "I don't care about it, it really hurts to death. Mo Jingyao, it's all your sin at all, will you help me with medicine?"

"What kind of medicine, my myrrh."

"Liar, you often live here, how can there be no medicine at home."

"How do you know that I often live here? Did you find someone to follow me?!"

Mo Jingyao's vigilant and irritable gaze made Xie Zhiwu really hurt, "Well, because there are people in your house, there are flowers, and boiled water. You see how smart I am."

After hearing this, Mo Jingyao seemed to faintly relieved. Xie Zhiwu smiled bitterly. In fact, where is she smart, but because the house is the house that Song of Song likes, and the flower is the flower that Song of Song likes, nothing more.

"Will you give me medicine? If you give me medicine, I will tell you what happened to the song."

Mo Jingyao looked at her suspiciously, "Really?"

"Really, it's more true than my true heart." Xie Zhiwu slapped her small chest and hit haha, her injured left hand was raised in front of him, as if assured, Mo Jingyao stiffened after hearing this. He entered the bedroom without saying a word, and when he reappeared, he carried a small medicine box in his hand.

Xie Zhiwu obediently stretched out her left hand and asked Mo Jingyao to apply medicine. Such a tall and mighty man was careful when he applied medicine to her, and did not hurt her at all. She looked at his clothes scattered on the ground around her, and the ambiguous breath still in the air, and her heart began to tingle.

Mo Jingyao, once, was indeed horribly clean.

Whether it is his feelings or his body, he has always reserved for the song, since when did it start, everything became like this. She thought that from the moment Zhi Song walked towards Mo Jingshun, he closed his heart and no longer left a gap for anyone.

Hugging left and right in front of people can't exchange the satisfaction of the heart, nor can it exchange the loneliness and loneliness of being alone. She knew that he was acting for everyone, especially her. He has a habit of cleanliness, how could he allow those inexplicable women to sleep in his bed, how could he give himself to others casually, how could it be possible.

She has always believed, but facts have proved that there is nothing impossible in this world.

That was the sixteenth birthday of Song of Song two years ago.

Mo Jingshun organized a big party for Zhige, and the entire class of Zhige received invitations. That night everyone had fun and crazy, and even Mo Jingyao, who had always been cold, had a touch of tenderness on his face from time to time.

All night, Xie Zhiwu entangled Mo Jingyao with him. She knew that Mo Jingyao actually wanted to be alone with Zhige, but with Mo Jingshun, it became impossible. Task completed. Many of the female classmates of the song secretly gave Mo Jingyao secretly. Mo Jingyao was so annoyed that she simply let her stay by her side to dispel the nympholy trembling girls.

Xie Zhiwu was a little excited at the time, she thought it meant that she was different from other girls. But she forgot, in fact, in Mo Jingyao's eyes, except for Xie Zhige, all girls in the world are the same.

"Mo Jingyao, what gift did you give to the song?"

Mo Jingyao always doesn’t like to talk to her, so she had to entertain herself and started to break her fingers, "Three years ago you gave her a musical fountain, two years ago you gave her a playground with a merry-go-round, and last year you gave her A land that snows all year round... I really can’t think of what you will give her this year."

"Can't you say it?" She looked at Mo Jingyao with a warm face curiously.

Mo Jingyao put down the wine glass in his hand and answered her question in an unprecedented way, "Eros."

Eros? She was a little surprised. Is that the world-famous god of love

Mo Jingyao seemed to understand her thoughts and nodded gently.

Xie Zhiwu's heart instantly fell to the bottom.

Everyone knows that the king of Babylon used all his energy to build a hanging garden for his homesick princess. What everyone does not know is that in addition to the world-famous hanging garden, the king of Babylon personally traveled the world for his sake. The princess found an emerald called "Eros".

On the birthday of the princess, the king gave the sky garden to her together with the "god of love". At that time, he once said: the princess's homesickness is called sickness, and the king's lovesickness is also called sickness. Homesickness and lovesickness are for illness, both of which are only love and heal.

Later, the gem lost its trace, and many people searched the world without any news. Who would have thought that Mo Jingyao actually found it for the song.

Lovesickness is sickness, only love can be healed.

Mo Jingyao, do you want to cure the lovesickness of Song? But you have always known that the song of lovesickness is not for you.

"What about mine?" she asked with a dry smile.

Mo Jingyao did not speak again.

His expression remained fixed at that time, until the end of the banquet, until he went to send the "God of Love" to the song, but he heard the sound outside the door of the song, which made people blush. The sound of heartbeat.

She looked at Mo Jingyao worriedly. He only listened for a moment before rushing out like crazy. She followed him, and before he could stop him, his car drove out like an arrow from the string.

Xie Zhiwu found him for five hours.

She begged Yu Qi, Yu Qi hated iron and steel and threw away her hand, she went to Yuen again. Eun looked at her straight, but in the end he slammed into the car, turned and drove away.

But he still couldn't bear it and brought her news of Mo Jingyao.

She found him in the presidential suite of a hotel. She was afraid that he would be hungry before going, and asked the servants of the family to cook a supper. Before knocking on the door, Eun seriously asked her if she really wanted to go in.

Mo Jingyao was heartbroken in her head at the time, and she nodded um.

You En sighed, raised his hand and knocked on the door. After a while, Mo Jingyao came to open the door.

Everything is just like these years later, only a bath towel is around his body, and the ambiguous trace extends from the chest to the lower abdomen, and there are not one or three women behind him.

At that moment, she began to despair, and she fell on the carpet with supper in her hand without making any sound. She didn't feel the hot sugar water sprinkled on the feet.

She looked up at the wall clock in the hallway, at half past four in the morning.

Four and a half hours have passed since twelve, and this day is her birthday. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)