The white moonlight gl

However, such ink is one hundred.

She won't let her show up.

There is heating in the room, and a steady stream of heat radiates from the floor and walls. The cheeks of the people who are so hot are flushed, and it is still a little hot in the snowy season.

Feng Qingshui is wearing the same style of couple sweater as Mo Rantong, except that Mo Rantong's is khaki and hers is pink.

At this moment, she is standing slim and slim, looking intently at the pot. From the side, she is as beautiful as a painting. Her skin is like snow, her figure is protruding forward and backward, and her waist-length black hair is tied loosely with a light gray hairband. Loosely tied, not to mention the half of her face facing the light, as if carefully crafted, it can be called a country.

Mo Rantong watched obsessively, even if she was with Qingqing day and night, she was often amazed by Qingqing's appearance.

But she is not a vulgar person after all. What she really loves is Qingqing, not her appearance or skin. Mo Rantong always has a feeling that no matter what Qingqing looks like, she will eventually be rejected. She captured.

Just like Qingqing likes her with ordinary appearance very much right now.

Mo Rantong thought very narcissistically.

Ever since, Mo Rantong, who was in a pretty good mood, didn't carefully discern the meaning of Feng Qingshui's tone. She twitched her cute little nose, ran behind Feng Qingshui and hugged her waist, and stuck her whole body on the Lie on Feng Qingshui, humming contentedly: "What did Qingqing do, it smells so good."

Since the beginning of winter, Mo Rantong, who doesn’t need to clock in normally to and from get off work, has turned on the sleep mode. She wakes up late every day and falls asleep early. The whole person seems to be stuck to the bed, which makes Feng Qingshui so funny that she can only rely on it. she.

"Well, braised crucian carp in braised sauce, stir-fried lettuce, three delicacies soup, shrimp dumplings, millet porridge, lettuce is almost done, you put the rest on the table first."

The non-stop stir-frying movements in his hands, Feng Qingshui is also very helpful to Mo Rantong's unusual clinginess.

Mo Rantong rubbed his cheek against Feng Qingshui's back, not wanting to move.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

"Tsk, how lazy."

Tilting her head, she gently scratched Mo Rantong's chin with her greasy hand as if punishing her. Seeing that she hadn't washed, Feng Qingshui chased her away mercilessly.

"Go, go, brush your teeth, wash your face, and comb your hair. I'll cook the meal myself. I'll give you five, um, six minutes. Don't delay my meal."

Nowadays, Feng Qingshui is becoming more and more impolite in front of Mo Rantong. This is the way the two of them got along invisibly.

Mo Rantong: "... Hey, that's okay."

If Mo Baifen's life in the plot was magnificent and exciting, then Mo Wufen's life now is as calm and sweet as water.

After eating, the two half-lyed on the dark blue fabric sofa to watch TV, and Mo Randong nestled in Feng Qingshui's arms, kissing Feng Qingshui's chin from time to time to steal a scent.

The living room was silent except for the sound from the TV.

Suddenly, Feng Qingshui twitched her eyelashes, parted her red lips lightly, and said faintly: "Tongtong, do you know what kind of person you are in my heart?"

Mo Rantong was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly felt very guilty.

After all, she knows what she is best.

She's bad, super bad, hugely bad.

Feng Qingshui didn't even think about Mo Rantong's answer. She held Mo Rantong's hand with one hand and intertwined her fingers: "When I first met you, I thought you were very special and attractive to me, even though you looked very attractive at that time." Gloomy, with long bangs, looks like a killer, but how to put it, if I like you, I like it. When I pursued you, I felt that although you were introverted and not talkative, you were quiet and cute, although I also noticed you in the middle It's strange, but I ignored it subconsciously until you put your hand on my neck that night."

Speaking of this, Feng Qingshui sensitively noticed that Mo Rantong's body had become stiff, she smiled and continued.

"Afterwards, I began to gradually understand more about you. For example, you are dangerous, sometimes you become scary, you like knives, and you get excited when you touch them. It's not because you suffer from social phobia. , but because you hate others looking at you, examining you, and prying into your heart."

"Including the fact that your bangs are long enough to cover your eyes."

"You hate eye contact."

Wait, wait, Feng Qingshui said a lot, and Mo Rantong changed from being shy and unnatural at the beginning to calm.

She snuggled up to Feng Qingshui obediently, listening to her talk about her.

Feng Qingshui: "...But no matter what, I like you, Tongtong."

Speaking love words in the most gentle and lingering voice, Feng Qingshui raised the interlocking hands of the two of them and kissed them, with boundless affection rippling in the twinkling phoenix eyes.

"Whether you are gloomy or cheerful, black or pure white."

Mo Rantong: "..."

Mo Rantong was completely dumbfounded.

Although Feng Qingshui often talks about love, it is different, completely different.

This kind of love words full of prudence and affection that made her soul tremble and numb was the first time she heard it from Qingqing.

"Qingqing."

There is no time to argue with Qingqing, whether she was perfunctory in the past, Mo Rantong just felt that all her perceptions were going to be paralyzed, she pressed Feng Qingshui tightly, lost her voice, and just kept calling Qingqing's name: " Qingqing, Qingqing..."

Seeing this, Feng Qingshui smiled, and kept pacifying Mo Rantong's back.

...

Time flies, and more than two years have passed in a flash.

During this period, Mo Rantong has been receiving An Qu's psychological counseling without interruption, because "everyone" knows that her problem is not getting better.

She broke out once.

The murderous intent kept rising in his heart, staring at Feng Qingshui viciously and excitedly for a while, and struggling with twisted face for a while, screaming to keep Qingqing away from her.

At that time, Mo Rantong almost bit off her tongue in order to maintain her sanity. She pushed Qingqing away and ran to the studio, locked the door behind her, and kept stabbing herself with a utility knife. She wanted to wake up with the pain, but also wanted to die with the evil in her heart .

In the end, it was Feng Qingshui who called the ambulance and three Antonorlanuohuns, who broke through the door forcibly and saved Mo Rantong who was covered in blood.

Afterwards, by An Qu's cliché, Feng Qingshui and others understood that the reason why Mo Rantong was suddenly stimulated was simply because Feng Qingshui had a good talk with a beautiful woman (a partner of Feng Qingshui's company), and that woman It wasn't Nuo Lan, she didn't know her, so she didn't collapse for a while.

Regarding this, Nolan Nuo lingered on Feng Qingshui: "..."

Going on like this is not an option, and in the end, An Qu used poison to fight poison, completely ravaging and ravaging the beast in Mo Rantong's heart.

An Qu kept this matter a secret until it succeeded.

Later, when Mo Rantong's situation stabilized completely, Feng Qingshui and others asked him curiously, and he answered the secret: "It's deep hypnosis."

"Mo Rantong was hypnotized. The scene was that day. She completely obeyed her instinctive desire and successfully killed Qing Shui."

Speaking of this, An Qu looked at Feng Qingshui with a complicated expression.

"You told me that Mo Rantong is very smart, and you can learn everything as soon as you learn it. I didn't believe it when she stole the teacher, but..."

Sighing, An Qu continued: "The success of the hypnosis was thanks to Tongtong. She didn't know when she learned this by herself. That day, my hypnosis had little effect on her. In the end, she took the initiative to cooperate. And followed my train of thought to hypnotize myself, and then..."

"I don't know what exactly Mo Rantong saw and suffered in her sleep. In short, she was calm at first, and even had a smile on her face, but later, she became more and more painful, and she remained unconscious. Yes, screaming hysterically, calling your name non-stop."

Feng Qingshui was silent, but Nuo Lan clicked her tongue: "That's it?"

Can a nightmare make that little girl Mo Rantong more honest?

An Qu: "That's it."

Nolan: "..."

Nuo Xuan: "Fighting poison with poison? Isn't that good? On the other side of Mo Rantong, she has always wanted Qing Shui to die, thinking that she will be at ease and happy, but in fact, killing the person who loves her the most and loves her with her own hands is useless. Without someone to accompany her, she lives alone in the world, guarding an empty home where she can no longer paint. She can endure this kind of life for a month, but after a year, two years, or even more than ten years, she will eventually I will regret it for the rest of my life.”

After all, a living woman who cares about her, likes her, takes care of her, and is obsessed with her is much better than a dead thing.

As long as Mo Rantong has a little bit of regret in the rest of his life.

After that, it is the kind of heart attack, which will become more and more painful.

An Qu smiled and nodded: "That's right, that's what I think."

Nuo Lan nodded her chin thoughtfully, she tilted her head to talk to Feng Qingshui, but found that Feng Qingshui had disappeared.

Nuo Lan: "Seeing, lusting, forgetting, righteousness."

What kind of ecstasy soup did that little girl Mo Rantong pour into her friend?

Seeing the dissatisfied Nuo Lan, An Qu and Nuo Xuan looked at each other and shook their heads and laughed.

Needless to say, they all knew that Feng Qingshui had gone to see Mo Rantong. In the clean and bright studio, Feng Qingshui walked up to Mo Rantong and asked straight to the point.

Mo Rantong didn't answer at first, and it wasn't until after a long while that she said in a hoarse voice with red eyes, "Qingqing, that's terrible, I can't find you everywhere, even if I cry and call you, you won't bother me." ,I'm going crazy."

Loneliness, despair, regret, longing, extreme emptiness, all kinds of crushing and suffocating emotions have been tormenting her, and even the beast in her heart is dying in this kind of torment day after day.

"However, it's not without its benefits."

Pointing to his heart, Mo Rantong looked up at Feng Qingshui, and smiled sweetly: "I can feel that it is completely honest and tamed."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Taming, this is not a good word, Feng Qingshui sighed, hugged Mo Rantong, and whispered in his ear: "Sorry."

Are you sorry, no, she should be the one who said sorry to Qingqing.

She almost hurt her.

She couldn't forgive herself.

Afterwards, Mo Rantong behaved very peacefully. Although she would get sick occasionally, she never lost control or lost her mind.

At the same time, the detective agencies that Fengqing ordered under the water were also operating non-stop, and the money was also burning.

In Feng Qingshui's view, if one more murder can be stopped, or the tragedy can be strangled in the cradle, it will be worth the money.

Due to the change of Feng Qingshui's intervention in the plot line, the case that should have involved Mo Baibai in the book did not happen.Therefore, the first scene where Mo Baibai met the heroine Yun Si was directly passed.

However, perhaps because of the powerful plot, or perhaps because of its own destiny, on a sunny afternoon, when Feng Qingshui and Mo Rantong were shopping, they still ran into the heroine Yun Si.

However, Yun Si doesn't seem to be interested in Mo Rantong?

Feng Qingshui, who watched the whole process, was a little embarrassed.

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