I Took Home a Mummy

The ward fell silent.

Mo Huai looked at Ning Mitang faintly. The girl in front of him was exquisite and charming, with a face, her skin was fat, white and delicate, her black eyes and clear water, her delicate nose and slightly curled lips Beads make people want to kiss. At this moment, her white face was tight and she looked at him nervously.

"I'm fine." Mo Huai spoke slowly, his voice hard and cold.

The man’s handsome face was expressionless, his dark eyes were deep and bottomless, and there was no emotion at all. Ning Mitang’s heart was tightened and it was a little painful. She reached out to hold his big hand resting on the quilt, "Ahuai, you ......"

"I remembered the past." He interrupted her.

Ning Mitang looked startled, "What?" She said in surprise.

"My relationship with you is a boyfriend's friend." Mo Huai asked in a cold voice.

Ning Mitang's heart jumped, and her stagnant thinking couldn't keep up with the opponent's rhythm.

It was obviously the same face, clean eyebrows, sharp contours, and thin lips with the perfect lip shape. Nothing changed, but Mo Huai at this moment made Ning Mitang feel extremely strange.

"Huh?" She didn't understand why he asked.

Mo Huai looked down and looked at holding his little hand. The slender fingers were as white as jade, and the nails were pink, making people want to hold them in the palm for fun. He freed his big hand from the girl's soft little hand, he was not used to such a move.

Mo Huai's voice was cold: "I lost my memory before." He looked at her as if looking at a stranger, "Now that I am awake now, we will dissolve the relationship."

Ning Mitang was shocked.

The man's words are like October's cold pool, placing her in the icy edge of the pool. She looked at him incredulously, "A Huai, I didn't hear clearly just now, what did you say?"

Mo Huai repeated coldly: "I mean, break up."

"why?"

The bottom of her eyes became hot, and Ning Mitang's black eyes were quickly covered with a layer of mist, and Qingling's voice trembled slightly.

As if feeling the freezing atmosphere in the ward, Xiao Ba woke up. It raised its head and called a few times. It was found that Ning Mitang ignored it. It was near her feet and used its small wrinkled head. Arched her feet, "Wow Wang" whispered, still not getting the master's attention.

Mo Huai's eyes met the girl's wet eyes, Ying Ting's eyebrows frowned slightly, "There is no why."

My heart pierced, as if being pierced by a sharp needle again and again, Ning Mitang couldn’t accept the man’s sudden change, "Ahuai, don’t scare me. What's the matter with you?" How did you faint and wake up? His temperament changed drastically and he broke up suddenly.

Mo Huai looked away, not looking at Ning Mitang's red eyes.

He remembered the events of his previous life, and the memory after his resurrection also clearly remembered, but only remembered. As an unfamiliar spectator, recalling the bit by bit with Ning Mitang before, nothing moved.

For him, his nature is cold and sentimental, his previous life was precious to the emperor, and he never needed feelings, especially for things like love, which is simply a fatal weakness. Even if his dynasty ceases to exist now, his thoughts are the same, and he will never let anyone become his fetter.

Thinking of his liking for Ning Mitang after resurrection, and the stupid look in front of her, he became more determined to stay away from her.

With a heart held tightly, Ning Mitang opened her mouth, full of sourness, and the sudden shock made her unacceptable. The jet-black eyes were covered with a layer of gloom, with messy light and shadow under her eyes. She said, "Ahuai, I don't agree."

Ning Mitang's eyes were reddish, and her eyelids drooped to hide the sad broken shadow inside. "You just woke up and you were unconscious. A Huai, I don't think I've heard what I said just now." The hands were hanging on her side, tightly. Holding it, the fingertips glowed white.

Mo Huai's face was impatient, "You..."

"Don't talk about breaking up, I can't accept it." Ning Mitang interrupted him, her soft, low voice makes people worry.

Mo Huai's heart suddenly hurt, and strange feelings surged strongly. He tried his best to restrain the urge to hug her, closed his eyes and leaned on the head of the bed without saying anything, secretly repelling the sudden feeling.

When he was discharged from the hospital, it was already two days later. The doctor could not detect any problems with Mo Huai's body, so he was discharged from the hospital.

Originally, Mo Huai wanted to move out. Now that he proposed to break up, he didn't want the two to live together, but Ning Mitang firmly opposed it, and she mentioned that he needed to **** her blood. It would be inconvenient to move out.

Mo Huai knew that Ning Mitang's words were right, his body hadn't fully recovered yet, so he could only rely on her help. Finally, he agreed with her that he would leave the apartment after his body was fully restored to normal.

In the dormitory.

Jiang Youyou walked into the door and saw Ning Mitang lying on the desk quietly with her head sideways in a daze. Under the sufficient light during the day, the skin on her small face is white and transparent, soft and tender, as if it can drip out with a pinch.

"Mitang, I am back." She greeted with a smile.

Ning Mitang did not respond.

Jiang Youyou approached her, and saw that her white face was full of loss, and her usual dark eyes were translucent. There was no light at this time, and she looked lost.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Youyou asked her.

Ning Mitang closed her eyes and blinked away the soreness in her eyes. She looked at Jiang Youyou and said lightly: "Youyou, you are back."

"Megonia, you are unhappy, has something happened?"

Jiang Youyou threw the backpack on the desk with one hand, pulled the chair, and sat next to her, looking like a close sister.

Ning Mitang opened her mouth, closed it tightly, and became silent.

It was the first time that Jiang Youyou saw her like this. She usually didn't be surprised, and became so soulless and lost to everyone who didn't care at will. She guessed: "A conflict with her boyfriend?"

The jet-black eyes rolled.

Really, I guessed it.

"No, isn't your boyfriend wishing to stick to you 24 hours a day? He was willing to have conflicts with you?" Jiang Youyou said in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"

Ning Mitang lowered her eyes, as if talking to herself, mixed with grievances: "He doesn't want me anymore."

"what?"

Did she hear it right?

"He wants to break up with me." Ning Mitang's voice was low.

Jiang Youyou suddenly "Hmm!" with a shocked expression on his face.

In the scope of her cognition, whether it is Ning Mitang or her boyfriend, they both spoil each other very much. Especially her boyfriend Mo Huai, can't wait to hold Ning Mitang in his palm and take care of it, carry it with him in his pocket, forever. If Ning Mitang doesn't want Mo Huai, she still believes a little bit.

"Mitang, do you have any misunderstandings?" After all, Mo Huai treated Ning Mitang's loyal dog with infatuation, stickiness, and loyalty, which made her too deep and it was hard to believe that the other party would not want Ning Mitang. .

Ning Mitang shook her head, her face was uneasy, "Yoyou, do you think A Huai doesn't like my type?" Mo Huai wanted to break up with her that day when he woke up, did he recover his memory? , I feel that she is not the type he likes, regret it...

"How can it be!"

Jiang Youyou bluntly denied her, knowing that Ning Mitang has grown into this look, so beautiful that one can't move his eyes as long as he glances at it. Such an existence will not be in the eyes of the other party, unless the other party is blind.

"But, he said he wants to break up." Ning Mitang's nose was sour.

Jiang Youyou choked with breath and was speechless.

That thing is really serious.

Scratching her hair, Jiang Youyou still thinks that Ning Mitang's boyfriend will not let her go easily, and the beloved eyes cannot deceive anyone. Seeing Ning Mitang's desperate look, she hesitated for a while, "I don't know what happened between the two of you, but if you think your Ahuai doesn't like the way you are now, or else, change your look. Take another route?"

Ning Mitang was taken aback, "Huh?"

Jiang Youyou pulled her up and said straightforwardly: "You said that your family Ahuai is going to break up with you now, huh, I can guarantee that he will slap himself soon."

After rummaging in the closet for a while, Jiang Youyou took out a skirt and handed it to Ning Mitang's hand, "Put it on and put on makeup." She didn't believe that Ning Mitang's boyfriend would be willing to let her go. .

......

In the study, black ink dripped on the white drawing paper and slowly melted away.

Mo Huai frowned, he put the pen on the pen holder casually, and tore the drawing paper on the desktop with one hand.

The cold Jun's face looked gloomy, and his mood was inexplicably irritable.

She hadn't shown her face since Ning Mitang took him back to the apartment the day before yesterday. Since yesterday, her appearance has appeared in his mind from time to time, smiling, shy, and coquettish, all of which affected his thoughts and seriously affected his mood.

Mo Huai did not expect that the other party would have such a great influence on him.

The deep black eyes were full of coldness. The house was full of memories of him and Ning Mitang. If he wanted to be unaffected by her, he should move out as soon as possible.

At this moment, the sound of opening the door suddenly sounded outside.

Mo Huai's eyes moved slightly, knowing that Ning Mitang was back, but he didn't plan to go out. Picking up the pen and concentrating calmly, Mo Huai started drawing on the white paper again.

After a while, the door handle of the study was twisted open.

"Ahuai."

A clear and pleasant voice sounded in the study, and Ning Mitang walked in.

The wolf pen in Mo Huai's hand stopped drawing, his eyelids were not lifted, he looked at the few strokes on the drawing paper, and his sharp thin lips lifted lightly: "Is there something?"

Ning Mitang looked at Mo Huai, who was painting with her head down. She pressed her lips nervously, and her hand hanging beside her squeezed her fingertips secretly. The light pink nails were white.

The study fell into silence for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Ning Mitang closed the door.

The heating in the room is sufficient, but her heart is cold, and her heart beats with powerful mines, as if it will burst out of the chamber in the next second. She walked slowly to Mo Huai, the red skirt fluttering with the walking motion, rippling in a beautiful arc.

Ning Mitang stopped in front of the wide desk.

Without a response, Mo Huai's thin eyes lifted as he smelled the fragrant scent that hit his nose, and his cold black eyes looked at Ning Mitang in front of him.

In the next second, the hanging wolf pen fell, throwing out a piece of black ink, which instantly stained the pure white drawing paper.

Mo Huai's dark pupils shrank rapidly, and the blue veins between his forehead became prominent. He tried to restrain his loss of control.