Bestow Me a Love Like Wind

The two of them punched you and kicked me in the small space. When I was young, the two lived next door and often called back and forth.

In the end, the two of them exhausted their strength, sitting on the ground with their backs leaning on the sofa without an image, breathing heavily. The faces and bodies of both of them were terrible. Lengscheng's suit jacket was thrown in the corner like a rag, and his white shirt was also torn apart several buttons, revealing a honey-colored chest on his chest. Except for the first punch he hit on the face, there was not much injury.

On the contrary, Mo Dongyang's face was bluish and purple, not to mention, his clothes were also covered with shoe prints from his kicks. Just a little movement, back pain, leg pain, stomach pain, and face pain. The grandparents of Lengsi City have learned kung fu seriously, and they will naturally win a lot of fights.

Leng Sicheng gasped for a while, then he calmed down his breath, and his eyes became sharp again. He bowed his head, re-buttoned his shirt, turned around, picked up the coat next to him, struggled to get up, and prepared to leave.

"Hey--hiss--" Mo Dongyang originally wanted to stop him, but when he opened his mouth, he pulled the wound on the corner of his mouth and wanted to curse.

Lengscheng stopped and looked back at him.

"You kid, it's really ruthless to start!" He sighed, and then smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Just prepare, go back like this? Shall I find you again tomorrow."

Leng Sicheng's eyes slowly swept over him, and finally his gaze fell on his horribly beaten face: "Do you want to go for plastic surgery directly?"

"Who told you to fight! You can also play basketball, football, tennis, boy!" Mo Dongyang immediately smiled, "If you want, it would be better to find a few beautiful girls to vent. ——You Don't worry, I will find someone who looks like Xu Zipei according to your preferences."

Leng Sicheng's pupils were faint.

Mo Dongyang said again, "Ah, sorry, I was wrong. I was looking for something like Gu Qingqing, am I right?"

Leng Sicheng turned his head abruptly, although the expression on his face was pale, it could be seen that the light in his eyes was exceptionally sharp.

Mo Dongyang smiled helplessly: "Look, I just mentioned her name, you are so fluctuating. You obviously like it so much, why don't you tell her?"

Lengscheng's hand clenched his fist tightly.

"Do you think I haven't said it?"

Calm as he was, when he said this sentence, his voice could not help but have some ups and downs and fluctuations.

I have said it for three years, and I have said it now.

But if you don't love, you just don't love.

Even though they have gradually developed a little affection during the long process of getting along, because they don't have a solid love foundation, they are like a fortress built on quicksand, which easily collapses.

"What did you say?" Mo Dongyang still looked indifferent, "You said it's useless, you have to accept it."

His words instantly shook Leng Sicheng's pupils that had just been cold and sharp.

If she can accept it, how can they still be like this now?

In her heart, his father's death was a knotty knot. It is not him that she loves in her heart. Staying with him is just because of the original 1 million and later using him to help her family.

For example, this time, when he refused to help her to save her brother at the first time, she immediately turned her face.