conspirator's love

The two were silent all the way, and a hoarse female voice echoed in the carriage, telling the entanglement of love earnestly in a low and melodious singing voice.

Walking into the room and hall that dialect has regarded as "home", dialect is still untying shoelaces, Mo Jiaxin throws the coat and bag on the floor, turns around and squeezes dialect into the corner, arms around her, a little dry The lips press against the tongue, bringing a rough friction feeling.

Mo Jiaxin's chest was pressed against Dialect's, squeezing her hard, as if to crush her into her body.

Dialect was dizzy for a while, although it was not the first time she kissed, but she always brought a different feeling to herself, that kind of strong emotion always slapped Dialect on the beach like waves, rational or something With the ebb tide, I don't know where I went.

But she had too many indigestible questions to ask today, and she didn't want to lose all her sanity and just speak with her heartbeat.

"No, Jiaxin," Fang Yan tilted his head and panted slightly, "Don't..."

Mo Jiaxin pressed her forehead against the dialect's skin, caressing the dialect's skin like a small animal, showing coquettishness and flattery.

Dialect pushed her away with his hands, "Don't do this, Jiaxin, let's have a good chat." She broke away from Mo Jiaxin's embrace with a serious face, and walked to the sofa.

Looking at her back, Mo Jiaxin knew that today she would not be able to fool her.

Dialect took out an envelope from the drawer of the small coffee table, "What is this? Can you explain it to me?"

Mo Jiaxin sat down and dumped the contents of the envelope on the tea table. A photo fell on the table, and the dialect baby on it was still very fat.

"You opened my courier?" Mo Jiaxin cast a sideways glance at the dialect.

"I...don't divert your attention. It's not about the courier. What's the matter with this photo?" Dialect pointed to the photo, "As the person in the photo, I have the right to ask how my photo was sent to Is it in your courier?"

Mo Jiaxin didn't say a word, she lowered her head and thought about how to answer.She didn't expect that it would be such a difficult question at first, even if she asked about her and Zhang Zilu's affairs, she didn't want to tell the whole story about Zhao Liqiang, as long as she had to bear some things alone.

"I took the photo. I left the photo album with someone else. Please send it to me." Mo Jiaxin picked up the photo and looked it over carefully, then flipped through the photo and read the text.I still feel a little embarrassed for my past sensibility. After all, the protagonist of the story is sitting next to him, and he has obviously read the thoughts of these naive and sentimental girls.

Mo Jiaxin spoke naturally and fluently, but Dialect always felt that her silence at the beginning was a bit strange, as if she still had something to hide from her.

She stared at Mo Jiaxin for a moment, then asked, "Why did you take pictures of me? And all without my knowledge?"

"Because I like you. I have liked you since then." Mo Jiaxin raised her head and stared at the dialect.

Her frank love words made Fang Yan feel his cheeks burn, and he lowered his head to avoid Mo Jiaxin's sight. "When did you start following me?"

"It's been a month since you stopped being a tutor. I missed you very much and wanted to see you, so I went to your school. I went to your school three times and met you once. I couldn't bear to look at you and leave, so I followed you. I left the cafeteria, the dormitory, and followed you back to your home." Mo Jiaxin said lightly, expressing the thoughts of a stalker in a reasonable way, and making people feel that it would be wrong to follow you otherwise.

"Did you just follow me this time? Is there any more?" Fang Yan almost couldn't hold back, and wanted to say, I've heard that you are a repeat offender, and you often skip classes to follow me, but she doesn't want to sell Tian Qi, on the one hand She didn't want Mo Jiaxin and Tian Qi to break up because of this incident. On the other hand, she also felt that this was a matter between herself and Mo Jiaxin, and had nothing to do with others.

"You also know that I went to City B later, and after that, I really disappeared."

"That is to say, you have been following me for almost two years?" Fang Yan asked in surprise.

"Not that much, just a little more than a year." Mo Jiaxin cheekily argued.

Dialect opened his mouth in surprise, stunned for a while and said, "Mo Jiaxin, you really impress me. Do you like me that much?"

"Yeah, I like you that much." Mo Jiaxin didn't hide it, "And it's not every day, only two or three times a week."

"Student Xiaofang, you are too precocious. Didn't you have any male classmates you liked? Do you know what liking is?" Dialect put on the teacher's airs.

"I didn't know it at first, but I knew it when I met you. I want to hug you, kiss you, and be with you. Don't you know?" Mo Jiaxin's thick-skinned skills were displayed again.

Fang Yan only felt that his hands and feet were hot, obviously he was interrogating her, but why was she molested instead.

"How did I find you acting like a hooligan?" Fang Yan looked at her with disgust.

Mo Jiaxin leaned on the sofa without chewing, really feeling like a big sister.

"Hey~~!" Fang Yan let out a long sigh of relief, "Even if you once liked me, but didn't you fall in love with Tian Jun? Ordinarily this matter is over."

"It should be said that the matter between me and Tian Jun is over." Mo Jiaxin explained simply.

"You went to look for me again after you came back from City B? So you found out that I was married?" Dialect carefully tested.

Hearing her question, Mo Jiaxin probably understood the focus of her interrogation tonight.

"Yes." Mo Jiaxin replied.

"Did you deliberately get close to Zhang Zilu?"

"Yes." Mo Jiaxin suddenly didn't want to defend herself.

"Then did you seduce him on purpose?" Fang Yan hoped that she could deny it, and as long as she could deny it, Fang Yan could trick herself into believing it.

"It's not seduction. His life is ordinary. As long as he deliberately creates a different feeling, he will catch up with him." Mo Jiaxin said coldly, she didn't know what happened to her, maybe she also wanted to know Whether the dialect loves the Mo Jiaxin she showed or the real Mo Jiaxin, she couldn't help running out of those vicious words.

Perhaps Mo Jiaxin also felt wronged in her heart at this moment. She had a difficult journey, but she couldn't tell the one she loved that I was tired and bitter.

Dialect stared at her as he digested every word she said, but these words were like nails, piercing her heart, coupled with Mo Jiaxin's tone of Zhang Zilu's self-indulgence.

Fang Yan only felt that the person sitting in front of her was so strange. She could accept her absurd private life and her generousness, but she couldn't accept her deliberate viciousness.

I once shed tears because of Zhang Zilu's infidelity in marriage, and I was also depressed and inferior.But maybe in Mo Jiaxin's view, this is nothing more than self-inflicted.

An uncontrollable anger surged out from Dialect's heart, "Mo Jiaxin, you are too limitless! Is it interesting to calculate others like this? We are all fools at your mercy, you must have enjoyed watching the show!" Speaking in dialect, he kicked the coffee table violently.

The glass on the coffee table only struggled a bit before it fell to the floor and shattered.

"I didn't want to watch a show, and I didn't want to manipulate you." Mo Jiaxin defended.

But in dialect, her justification was too pale, "I'm sorry, it's because my IQ is too low, it's because I'm too emotional, you always get what you want, and you have added another stroke to your brilliant love history." " Fang Yan jumped up, didn't bother to reach for the slippers that had been kicked aside, and walked to the bedroom barefoot.A piece of broken glass jumped from the side of the sofa and stuck on the sole of her foot.

Fang Yan felt pain, she gritted her teeth, took off the shards of glass from the bottom of her feet, and walked to the bedroom.

"Dialect," Mo Jiaxin leaned against the bedroom door, "You have never been the same to me."

Dialect angrily pulled the commonly used things on the bedroom table into the box, then limped one leg, went to the closet to pack his underwear, but he didn't take out the coat from the box for a while, and he was wearing Mo Jiaxin's all the time Clothes, it's easy.

She remembered that all the clothes on her body belonged to Mo Jiaxin, and she took them off cleanly.

Mo Jiaxin became anxious, and stepped forward to hug her, "Don't be like this, I have always only wanted to love you, and I didn't want to make you angry and sad."

Dialect struggled to break free from her shackles, "Mo Jiaxin! Do you still have the face to say such a thing? Because of you, I was very sad before, and now I am very angry. If you don't want me to go crazy, you'd better stay away from me now. "

Mo Jiaxin sighed, knowing that she couldn't be stopped now, she went to the sofa and lit a cigarette. "Dialect, you haven't thought of me for so long, how did you think of me today, who told you what?"

Dialect changed into her own clothes, dragged a pink suitcase, and limped towards the door, "Mo Jiaxin, you should reflect on yourself first. If you want others to be unaware, you have to do nothing." Put on your shoes and slam the door.

Mo Jiaxin smiled wryly, looked in the direction of the door, and found a bloodstain on the floor.Mo Jiaxin stood up and looked at the floor of the room, from the sofa to the bedroom, to the gate, there were blood spots all over the place, and when she thought of the way dialect walked, she realized that she had been hurt by glass.

She felt distressed, threw the cigarette away, and went out to chase the dialect without thinking about changing her shoes.

But as soon as I got downstairs, I saw that a taxi had already left with the speech.

Dialect got on the taxi and felt extremely exhausted.Too many things happened today, she rubbed her temples.

"Girl, where are you going?" the uncle driver asked looking at the rearview mirror.

The dialect reported the address of her parents' house, and now she has no choice but to go back to her mother's house, so she can just find an excuse to stay for two days.

The uncle driver was still frequently looking at the rearview mirror: "Girl, you dragged your luggage out this late at night, and you didn't go to the airport or train station. Did you quarrel with your husband?"

Fang Yan heard the driver's question and recovered from his messy thoughts, "Well, we had a quarrel. We broke up."

When Fang Yan went downstairs just now, the uncle driver was sitting in the car smoking a cigarette, Fang Yan suddenly came to his senses, "Uncle, why are you lying down downstairs?"

"Oh, I just sent someone to your building. I'm tired, and I was talking about smoking a cigarette for a break, so I met you." The uncle's voice was hoarse, and it sounded like the voice of smoking and drinking for many years.

"Thanks for meeting you. At this o'clock, it's not easy to take a taxi at the gate of our community," dialect said. The soles of his feet still hurt a little, and it was very painful to drag a box.

"Yeah, I see you are limping, why are you still doing this?" the driver asked.

"Where? I smashed the glass myself." Dialect explained with a little embarrassment.

"Little young is good. The quarrels are full of passion. I guess we will make up in two days." The uncle joked about the dialect.

Dialect said in his heart, what a fart, if we continue to get along with her, he will really be betrayed by her. "Don't laugh at me, I'm so unlucky."

The uncle laughed twice and did not speak again.

When getting off the car, Fang Yan gave the money to the uncle, and the uncle rummaged through the storage box to find some change and handed it to Fang Yan, "Hey!"

Fang Yan took the money and saw a thick and ugly centipede-like scar crawling crookedly along the uncle's arm with the sleeves rolled up, and couldn't help but be surprised.

I only heard the uncle's hoarse voice say: "Girl, get out of the car and be careful."

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