Crack: Not loving you is the way back

Su Mo opened his eyes and glanced outside. He was stunned for a moment, his heart was stabbed for no reason. He closed his eyes. Feeling the inexplicable emotion suppressed in the future, he opened the car door and got out. He calmly looked at the familiar sight in front of him. But everything is unfamiliar.

The Holy Garden, which was once burned to ruins by fire, was unexpectedly restored to its original state by Huangfu Jue.

It feels so good to be rich and powerful, and talking about a mansion comes to mind.

The scene was exactly the same, the people were exactly the same, but her mood had undergone earth-shaking changes. Su Mo vaguely guessed the purpose of Huangfu Jue bringing her here.

Even so, she still asked, "Sacred Garden, the ruins were rebuilt into a magnificent villa. Young Master Huangfu is really generous. I don't know why Young Master brought me here."

Huangfu Jue's eyes were always on Su Mo. At this moment, he heard Su Mo's calm and calm voice, squinting his eyes slightly and lowering his head slightly, making it difficult to tell what he was thinking.

After a while, he suddenly looked up and saw a calm look on Su Mo's face that he had never seen before. There was no hint of guilt in his eyes, let alone regret.

A trace of hatred flashed across Junyi's face. He looked at her side face violently across the car parked between the two of them, but he casually said, "What do you think?"

What does she think? She felt that he should die, and it would be best to bring the entire Huangfu family to be buried with him.

To show respect, she could tighten her belt, save money and generously provide money to build coffins for them, and hold banners throughout the city to tell the world about the death of the Huangfu family.

Su Mo clenched his fists and then unclenched them. He repeated this several times before suppressing the resurgence of resentment.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he spoke in a soft, lazy tone, very impatiently, "I think? I don't feel anything good. If Mr. Huangfu is okay, please send me back. It's still hard to get a taxi here. "She has very little money left from prison. If she doesn't go to work to make money, she will really become a pauper.

"Su Mo, you are so unrepentant."

"Young Master Huangfu, my memory is not very good." Su Mo tapped her head with her index finger. She remembered that she said that she would never admit guilt in the arson case until her death.

I have only heard that women have menopause. Do men also have it?

Huangfu Jue hated the feeling that things were out of his control. This woman who he could see through at a glance had been elusive to him since she came out of prison. The body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and the closer it got, the more disoriented and clueless it became.

Silence, only the "whirring" sound of the wind in the dark night.

Su Mo was glad that she wore a coat when she went out, otherwise she would have been so cold that she couldn't help but shiver.

Huangfu Jue saw that Su Mo stood there for a long time and refused to go in. He even wanted to provoke him and send her away. He became even more convinced that Su Mo had something up his sleeve.

Taking three steps at a time, he stopped chatting with Su Mo and directly grabbed her collar roughly and arrogantly, dragging her in.

There was a thick thorn tree covered with small thorns lying across the uneven cobblestone path. Huangfujue stepped over it without blinking. By the time Su Mo realized that he wanted to avoid it, it was too late.

The sharp thorns penetrated her slacks and pricked her calf hard. Then, when Huangfujue dragged Su Mo hard, they streaked across Su Mo's calf.

The small thorns with blood beads emit a bloodthirsty red light under the moonlight, shining like a red-lipped female ghost traveling in the darkest night.

With such a large area of ​​stab wounds, Su Mo just didn't say a word, or maybe her heart was numb and her body was cold, so she couldn't feel the pain; or maybe she didn't care at all about adding a few more scars to her calf, which was already full of scars. scar.

Soon, Huangfu Jue opened the door and threw her forcefully into the hall.

Su Mo's center of gravity suddenly became unstable, and he half-knelt on the ground with a "plop".

The sudden pain caused her to take a breath of cold air due to nerve pain, and her face turned pale for a moment.

Huangfu Jue stood at the door with his hands behind his back, watching with a cold expression as Su Mo shook his body and climbed up from the ground with a limp leg.

He didn't believe that Su Mo still didn't feel any remorse or guilt when he got here. He didn't believe that Su Mo's knees were so hard that he could stand calmly facing the crime scene.

However, reality is always cruel. Su Mo, who was sure to kneel down and repent, was observing everything here with great interest.

There was a photo of Shen Ruyun hanging on the wall of the hall. Su Mo saw the black and white photo as soon as he stood up.

She didn't know why Huangfu Jue put it here, because in her memory, Shen Ruyun's residence was not here. She had not come here as many times as she had during her lifetime, and she could count them on two fingers.

Sensing Huangfu Jue's gaze on her, Su Mo understood clearly when he looked at the black and white photo again.

Doesn't this man think she would feel scared looking at the picture of this dead person?

She didn't set the fire; she didn't kill the person.

What did she have to fear? If she really wanted to ask for a debt, it would be Su Mo who asked him, Huangfu Jue, for the debt.

It is the fault of a son not to educate his father. If the debt is to be owed, it should be owed to her by his royal family.

Su Mo suddenly wanted to laugh, but when she thought of the black and white photo behind her, she forced herself to hold back in order to show respect for the dead.

Standing there, he spread his hands in confusion and said, "Young Master Huangfu, what do you mean?"

"Su Mo, do you really want me to let you go?" Huangfujue answered the question, looking at the photos on the wall with his deep eyes, locking her face tightly, trying to see every expression on her face. Variety.

Su Mo was stunned, not knowing what kind of trick this man was trying to play. He pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

If she remembered correctly, this man had only said at the station that he would never let her go. How long had it passed before he planned to slap himself in the face?

The memory of a fish is only seven seconds. Human beings have evolved to this point after several rounds of evolution. Huangfu Jue, the proud son of heaven, has begun to degenerate?

Seeing Huangfu Jue's expression expecting her to say "yes", Su Mo just felt funny. Even the fairy tales of Arabian Nights could not make her laugh so much.

When Su Mo thought this, he actually laughed out loud. With a faint smile on his lips, he looked at the man standing against the light as if he were looking at a joke, "Mr. Huangfu, you seem to like threatening me?" he said. While approaching Huangfu Jue, he was only one step away from him.

The fingertips, which were so rough that they were almost wrinkled, weakly tapped Huangfu Jue's chest again and again, "Is there still a place for me here?"

Then he took a step back, and before Huangfu Jue could scold her for talking nonsense, he smiled and wagged his fingers and said, "Don't do it, otherwise, I will look down on you."

He had destroyed the love with his own hands, but he must not say anything ridiculous. In this life, she and he could only be strangers, walking on opposite sides of the road, and if they met, it would be life and death.