How to break up with Diablo [Quick Transmigration]

Qin Mochuan covered his slapped face, and as Jiang Wenci imagined, he silently withdrew his excessive claws.His eyes were full of uneasiness, and he thought that Jiang Wenci would be angry, and then he would not...

"Mo Chuan..." Jiang Wenci just came from an instinctive impulse, he never thought that he would treat the target like this.He hit hard, and the palm of his hand felt hot and painful as if he was holding a piece of hot hand. Needless to say, Qin Mochuan's cheeks must be all red, and the pain was more painful than his own.

Jiang Wenci's jacket was in a mess, and the light-colored buttons were roughly ripped off on the floor.He understood Qin Mochuan's mood, and he forgave Qin Mochuan early in his heart. After all, he caused it all by himself.But he didn't know how to explain, he nestled in the corner of the bed.Looking at Qin Mochuan whose face was covered by most of his hair, he turned sideways to face himself, unable to see his expression.

Sorry for being reckless.

Say good not to be afraid of everything, to take care of your...

In the end, Jiang Wenci was still subconsciously resisting the harm amid Qin Mochuan's predictable blackening of anger.Instead of saying yes, comfort him and obey him.

This leads to an even worse ending.

Qin Mochuan couldn't imagine Jiang Wenci's mental activities at this time, he simply thought that Jiang Wenci didn't like him anymore.

Coupled with this wronged slap, he actually felt an urge to cry from the bottom of his heart.

Jiang Wenci clutched his jacket tightly, but found that the thin fabric was stained with a lot of bright red from himself.He could only look at the stunned target, not knowing what to do, nor how to comfort him.

"Mo Chuan." Jiang Wenci tried to reach out and stroke his head as usual.In the past, when he had nightmares or remembered sad things in the past, he could just touch his head.

There was no joy in his heart, only bitterness all over the place.

Qin Mochuan is bitter all over.

Qin Mochuan's wet hair in the bathroom was completely dry, and it felt icy and slippery to the touch. His brown-blonde hair reminded him of a lifeless golden silk puppet bear.

When his soft palm touched Qin Mochuan's head, Qin Mochuan trembled suddenly, and then his heart softened.

But Qin Mochuan's lacrimal glands, which had been shriveled for a long time, could no longer hold on, Dou Da's bitter tears slipped silently down the corners of his eyes, and gushed out of his throat accompanied by faint sobs.

When Jiang Wenci first came, Qin Mochuan liked to be rubbed on the head by him the most.The short hair was crumpled by gentle palms, and many mischievous hairs often curled up afterwards.Qin Mochuan smirked contentedly with his messy hair on his head.

If someone is willing to touch yourself, it means that you don't dislike yourself.

The words are so gentle...

But he is good and bad.

Qin Mochuan's tears soon wet his reddened cheeks, slipped down his chin, and wet the new clothes he bought for himself.He tried desperately to hold back the tears and sobs, but all he could do was to be filled with grief and grievance.When Wen Ci saw that he was sad, he would blame himself and be unhappy.

Unexpected events often disrupt Jiang Wenci's original plans. At the beginning of this world, he was thinking of starting a civil war with his rival in love, while he fled in despair.It was like a cold knife pierced into the stomach without redness but with the smell of blood.

In the end, it was completely messed up, first soft-hearted and obedient, and then suddenly reckless resistance.

"Wow."

Qin Mochuan uttered a loud whimper in spite of himself, mixed with a strong hiccup.

Jiang Wenci, whose mind was blank, came back to his senses, and finally realized that Qin Mochuan was crying, crying very hard.

No matter how well Qin Mochuan knows how to hide, no matter how much he can attribute his mistakes to himself who has been wronged.After all, he was just a young boy who cried when he was angry and laughed when he was happy.It's just that the sickness in his heart will make these more entangled, but it's a bit late.

Jiang Wenci inadvertently let go of the hand that was rubbing Qin Mochuan's head.

Qin Mochuan cried even harder.

"Don't cry..."

Jiang Wenci foolishly took out a few white tissues and numbly touched the tears for the wronged boy.The movements were flustered and reckless, making Qin Mochuan's handsome face look sloppy.Even more distressing.

"Don't cry."

Qin Mochuan didn't seem to be able to hear his words, and didn't answer him, even without giving him a look.The boy buried his head in his bent knees, his back trembling from time to time.

"do not Cry."

Don't cry three times in a low voice, it's just like a thin feather scratching Qin Mochuan.

Qin Mochuan stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears floating on his face. Jiang Wenci inadvertently caught a glimpse of his light blue sad eyes.

Jiang Wenci had no choice but to stare at the boy in a daze.

"Actually, you really want to ask me a question?"

Qin Mochuan was stunned like Jiang Wenci, and he slowly raised his head. The sadness that was hidden in his expression was like a rising red sun rising from the water. The bottom could be seen at a glance, and he felt painful for Jiang Wenci. heart of.

It would be great if the 022 system wasn't there.

"You want to ask... why am I always like that. Actually..."

Actually what?

Explain the 022 system to him?

Jiang Wenci didn't think about it at all, he just couldn't stand the crying of the target, and wanted to comfort him for a while.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, the author is too sleepy, and recently went to bed late because I didn't want to break.

Thank you Mengyuan little angel for the semi-long comment. The author Jun will save more manuscripts this weekend and update more, so I will break the contract today.

This chapter will not draw comments, the eyelids will be closed, and the next chapter will be drawn, thank you.I don't know how long this activity can last.

It just so happens that tonight we can think about the relationship between them and the ending, tentatively it is a tragedy, after all Mochuan itself is a tragedy.

Guess what Jiang Wenci will say?

The little angels who commented seem to be these few qwqq