You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

Those past images flashed back before Han Jing's eyes, and when he opened his eyes, they shattered.

Yes, before I knew it, it had been so long.

If counting the first meeting with Mo Xi, it has been almost 20 years.

"Sure enough, it's time to do it." Han Jing smiled, took his windbreaker, and put it on his body.

The man heard his whisper, but just lowered his head even deeper.

Han Jing walked out of the house where he was once trapped, without looking back.

Sitting in the car, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number that had been engraved in his heart.

"...Hello?" The other party's voice was a little hoarse.

Han Jing faintly heard what Su Qiao was saying.

"Moxi," Han Jing laughed. He never put Su Qiao in his eyes, so naturally he would not take Su Qiao's ridiculous demonstration seriously. "Busy?"

Mo Xi seemed to be bumped somewhere, his voice trembled, "Yes, what's the matter?"

It's getting late now, and Han Jing never calls him at this time.

Han Jing laughed, "There is something wrong with the company, if you are busy, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Company?" Mo Xi's tone was low, "Is it serious?"

"Probably to the extent that I have to call you." After Han Jing said this, he took a step back, "It's too late, I will pick you up tomorrow morning, and we will meet and talk."

"Han..."

Han Jing hung up the phone before listening to Mo Xi's words, and then turned off the phone.

I have waited for so long, so Moxi can't wait~

Thinking maliciously of the anxiety that Mo Xi would have tonight, Han Jing's mood was brighter than ever.

On the other hand, no matter how Mo Xi called his phone, it was still 'off', and he became a little anxious.

The company is his painstaking effort and the guarantee of the future.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Su Qiao was lying beside him like a clingy kitten, looking up at him, "Do you think I'm annoying?"

Mo Xi touched his head, temporarily suppressing the anxiety in his heart, "How could that be." He leaned down and kissed Su Qiao's forehead, "Don't think too much about it."

Su Qiao nodded obediently, as if she was comforted by his kiss.

"Brother," he propped himself up, and rushed towards Moxi, his voice muffled, "I had a nightmare again last night."

Mo Xi didn't ask Su Qiao what dream he had, but just hugged him in his arms, trying to give him warmth.

"Jojo," Moxi closed his eyes, "I will protect you."

It was supposed to be an oath, but somehow it sounded like a weird curse.

Su Qiao tightened the arms around Mo Xi's waist, and pressed herself closer to him.

However, no matter how close she was to this person, Su Qiao still felt uneasy in her heart.

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Waking up by the alarm clock the next morning, Mo Xi hurried to turn off the alarm clock.

Su Qiao was still asleep on the bed, the ugly scar on her face was pressed on the pillow, revealing another handsome face.

Su Qiao is very white, and her slender body has a sense of holiness against the backdrop of the sun.

Mo Xi couldn't help laughing, and covered the quilt for Su Qiao, feeling inexplicably as if she was raising a child.

Until Su Qiao turned over and lay flat on the bed, revealing the scar on her face.

Mo Xi's heart was pricked by a needle in an instant.

He couldn't help fiddling with Su Qiao's hair until the scar was covered.

It's all his fault.

After the death of her parents, Su Qiao resolutely left the comfortable Han family and chose to stay by her side...

How could I forget it because of someone inexplicable.

Back then, Su Qiao was still so young, only 11 years old, she kindly sympathized with herself who lost her parents.

Without Su Qiao and Han Jing, I don't know when I would be able to get out of the pain.

Mo Xi lowered his eyes in reproach, and kissed Su Qiao's cheek reverently.

"sorry."

When Mo Xi saw that scar, he would always think of Su Qiao's appearance covered in blood.

For three years, Su Qiao silently stayed by his side, even always comforting him when he was sad, but she turned a blind eye to his sacrifice, and even wanted to move out because she got a girlfriend.

If it hadn't been for the tragedy that happened at that time, Su Qiao almost died, and I would have known that Su Qiao had been bullied by his classmates all these years.

"it's all my fault."

Mo Xi looked at Su Qiao who was lying on the bed, and suddenly felt a sense of time and space disorder, as if he had returned to seven years ago. The 14-year-old Su Qiao was also lying on the hospital bed like this, breathing weakly as if it would disappear at any time, with a wound on his face. Wearing thick gauze, his body was also covered with horrific scars.

That image was something Moshi would never want to recall.

Blame, regret, despair.

Mo Xi remembered Su Qiao's company with him, and begged himself to pick him up that day.

Back then, I just said 'I'm busy'.

"Qiao Qiao, I was wrong, forgive me." Moxi grabbed Su Qiao's hand, and the nightmare entangled him, so that he could only apologize over and over again, "It's because I ignored you that I let you Encountered something like this..."

When Su Qiao opened her eyes, she saw Mo Xi's almost collapsed expression.

Exactly the same as back then.

He grasped Mo Xi's hand tightly and smiled slightly.

"Ah."

"Ah..." The scene in front of him was blurred, and the young man could only stare blankly at the ceiling.

pain.humiliation.

His body didn't listen, and the young man struggled a bit, unable to move.

The wrist hurts, but it becomes numb under the action of the medicine.

"Oh, don't be afraid." The man's deep laughter reached his ears.

It seemed to be comforting, but it made the young man's struggle suddenly stop.

"what!"

The man happily admired the young man's hard-to-focus eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened.

"Young Master Mo," this title was spoken under the current situation, which only added humiliation, "is it cool?"

Mo Xi just shook his head desperately, as if trying to wake himself up.

The man narrowed his eyes, and the cruel excitement shone in those beautiful peach eyes.He grabbed his jaw violently, forcing him to look at himself.

Mo Xi saw his face, and then closed his eyes as if deluding himself.

"Haha." The man was amused by him, he couldn't understand Mo Xi's pain at all, he just thought his appearance was extraordinarily cute.

He touched Mo Xi's cheek, as if he was facing the lover in his heart, but what he said were extremely cold words.

"Don't worry, it's the first time after all, it will make you comfortable." When he said this, he unconsciously brought a little heartiness and malice, "But for punishing you for making me wait so long, after that, I may Not too gentle."

He seemed to think of something, and the smile on his face was even more pleasant.

"I'll make you my thing."

That's right, turn him into something that only longs for himself, only relies on himself, and will open his arms with a touch of his own, his own exclusive item.

Moshi didn't know why it happened like this.

I obviously came to ask him about the company.

Just drank a glass of water...

"Hmm..." Mo Xi had never experienced this feeling before.

There seemed to be a fire burning in his body, making his brain yearn for something uncontrollably.

When doing it with Sujo, there is only pain.

But now, such an embarrassing self has feelings other than pain.

Han Jing was naturally keenly aware of the subtle change in Mo Xi's expression.

"It seems that Mo Shao likes to be treated like this." A smiling voice mocked and humiliated Mo Xi.

Mo Xi bit his lip tightly, but soon lost his strength, he could only breathe heavily, feeling like he was dying.

"Don't look at me like that," Han Jing patted Mo Xi's cheek, "Breathing so fast, do you want me to do something?"

He himself would not tell Mo Xi that all this was just the effect of drugs, he wanted Mo Xi to admit that it was brought to him by himself.

Mo Xi naturally believed it, and opened his eyes wide in embarrassment, physiological tears slipped down from the corners of his eyes uncontrollably.

"Huh..." Han Jingshen took a deep breath, with a joyful expression on his face, but Mo Xi couldn't see it, "Mo Shao, how many times have you done with Su Qiao, huh?"

When the name was mentioned, Mo Xi's expression became visibly flustered.

Han Jing was amused by this discovery.

"This expression," Han Jing wantonly humiliated Mo Xi and trampled on his self-esteem, "It seems that he has done a lot."

Moshi whimpered.

"Can a Su Qiao satisfy you?" He repeatedly poked the wound in Mo Xi's heart, "Has he seen you now?"

"Don't, don't say it!" Mo Xi began to struggle again, unaware that his wrist was already bleeding, "His name is not, not someone like you, you can call it."

Han Jing just laughed.

"Young Master Mo doesn't seem to know how to talk to me," he said with a smile on his face, but his movements suddenly became fierce, "Then I can only... teach Young Master Mo well."

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