Goddess please don't flirt

Yuan Ying's palm covered He Moqian's fist that was pulling her collar, and ambiguously touched it twice, "He Moqian, do you think that you have already paid off all the debts you owed to me and the Yuan family?"

He Moqian withdrew his hand and wiped his coat, and said sarcastically, "Yuan Ying, I never owe anyone."

Back then, Yuan Ying didn't bother to listen to her explanation. After so many years, she figured it out by herself. If a person doesn't believe you, what's the use of explaining to her ten thousand times?

He Moqian annoyed Yuan Ying by acting like he had nothing to do with himself, "I don't owe anyone? He Moqian, you should go to my father's grave and say this to the old man!"

Speaking of Mr. Yuan, He Moqian still felt a little sad. He Moqian's family was not particularly good when he was in school, and she had an older brother who wanted to study. If it wasn't for Mr. Yuan's support, he wouldn't even be in high school, let alone university. If you can, let alone find a well-paid job as soon as you graduate.

Thinking of Mr. Yuan's care when he was alive, He Moqian was a little more polite to Yuan Ying, his tone eased, and he said slowly: "Yuan Ying, I know you hate me, and I won't go to you on purpose Your unhappiness, things have passed for so many years, and my life has been ruined, isn't it enough? Will we not cross the river in the future? I beg you."

"Don't even think about it!" The words of refusal blurted out, and Yuan Ying was panicked for a moment by the sentence, she hid the panic expression on her face, and deliberately mocked in a vicious voice: "So many years? He Moqian, ten years is worth one life , Your abacus is too loud."

"Then what do you think? Why don't I commit suicide to apologize and give this life to your father?" He Moqian sneered, "Yuan Ying, after ten years, I thought you could learn to be smarter, but I didn't expect you still couldn't see Clear." When others heard He Moqian, they were afraid that their eyeballs would fall out of shock, so it turned out that someone really dared to talk to Yuan Ying like that.

Yuan Ying's eyebrows were twitched, and the backs of her hands were clenched and loosened behind her back. She smiled strangely, "Ah Qian, I really miss the old days. You said Ah Ying and Ah Qian will be together forever."

"A few days ago I went back to our former home and met the former doorman Zhang Bo. He was old and his hair had turned gray. He still remembered the two of us and asked me where Aqian went. You probably don't remember. It's him."

He Moqian remembered that it was an old man full of vigor, with a loud voice, which could be heard by all the residents in the yard, an old man who always liked to introduce her and Yuan Ying, every time he saw him and the others Both have a headache.

It used to be the small home of He Moqian and Yuan Ying, and He Moqian remembered every plant and tree.

Yuan Ying walked up to He Moqian, the alley was very dark, Yuan Ying's eyes reflected a little light from the street light, and ripples floated in the dark place, "It's been ten years, I've always wanted to ask a question, where is Ah Qian going?" ?”

Yuan Ying's face almost collapsed, and her voice revealed faint despair, "He Moqian, Miss He, where did you hide my Ah Qian?"

"She died." He Moqian lowered his eyes, leaving only Yuan Ying with short hair on top, "She was burned to death with your father, and I saw her die with my own eyes." Howling, why even the person she loves the most doesn't want to believe her.

Yuan Ying looked at the hair swirl on the top of He Moqian's head, and suddenly remembered that He Moqian's hair used to be very beautiful, soft and smooth, and it felt better than the most advanced silk.She couldn't help but raised her hand to touch her hair, wanting to feel the touch once.

When there was only one centimeter left, He Moqian dodged it.He Moqian took two steps back, tilting his head away from Yuan Ying's hand, still lowering his head, looking at their shadows elongated by the dim street lights.The shadows of the two people merged into one, eerie harmony.

There was a long silence in the air, Yuan Ying's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly, touched her nose consciously and drew it back, and heard He Moqian say: "Yuan Ying, it's really meaningless to mention the past, when I was chasing you Why are you hiding from me like that? I’m a small person now, and I’m content to have something to eat, and if I don’t get in your way, you’ll have a lot of adults, and I’m dead, okay?”

"No!" Yuan Ying's anger was ignited at once, she forcefully broke He Moqian's chin and forced her to look at herself, the tip of her nose was less than one centimeter away from He Moqian's face, "Why do you say it's over? Is it? He Moqian, your thinking is too beautiful. "

Ten years, He Moqian was inside for ten years, she, Yuan Ying, was tortured outside for ten years, she was almost tortured crazy, He Moqian passed by with just one word?Then fall in love with someone else where you can't see and start a new life?What about her?Who will pay for her past ten years and even her entire life?He Moqian owed her so much, he could only be entangled with her for the rest of his life, and he could never escape!

Yuan Ying stared at He Moqian's pale and thin lips in the night, and suddenly moved closer to kiss her.

The touch and taste that lingered in the memory that I spurned for many years are exactly the same as before.

Yuan Ying had just smoked a few cigarettes, and the faint smoke of tobacco spread on the tip of He Moqian's tongue. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Yuan Ying's suddenly enlarged face in disbelief. She put her hands on Yuan Ying's shoulders and struggled vigorously. Yuan Ying grabbed her He Moqian shackled her in his arms with his wrist, and He Moqian couldn't break free, so he simply broke his heart and bit Yuan Ying's lips.

The teeth of the two collided fiercely, and they both frowned in pain. Blood with the smell of iron filled their mouths, and it was hard to tell whether it was Yuan Ying's or He Moqian's. This was not a kiss, it was clearly two beasts fighting each other.

The two of them were equal in strength, but He Moqian panicked for a while and Yuan Ying got the upper hand. In the end, He Moqian broke away from Yuan Ying's embrace, stepped back a few steps in a disorderly manner, and opened a distance of several meters from Yuan Ying. Panting heavily, he wiped away the bright red from the corner of his mouth viciously, and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, "Yuan Ying, you really make me sick."

Yuan Ying smiled, her neat teeth were stained with blood, in the dark like a wild wolf that just ate someone, "Ah Qian, your taste is still as good as before."

"You're crazy."

"I'm crazy, I've been crazy for ten years!" Yuan Yinghong sternly said, "He Moqian, didn't you think about me when you did that kind of thing back then? Did you seriously think about our future! "

He Moqian's chest heaved violently, and when he heard Yuan Ying's words, he became quiet, motionless like a sculpture.

After a few minutes, she smiled lightly and laughed at herself, "Yuan Ying, I just realized today that everything in the past was my fault."

It was she who was blind and loved the wrong person.

The tip of He Moqian's tongue was aching, and along his throat, the heart also felt a slight pain.

"That's it." She said tiredly, "Just treat it as I owe you, I only have this life left now, if you want it, just say it, I'll give it to you right away, nothing else. Nothing else, your father I can afford to pay for this life.”

If I could have rescued Mr. Yuan back then, he wouldn't have been burned to death alive, and it made sense to pay him his life.

After Yuan Ying vented hysterically, as if she had been exhausted, He Moqian saw that she didn't speak, and smiled again, "Yuan Ying, I went in before we broke up. We haven't had a good talk for so many years. When we were together back then, we were together in a daze, at least we should break up formally," she paused, "Yuan Ying, let's break up."

Yuan Ying looked at her without saying a word. During the scuffle just now, some buttons of He Moqian's shirt were undone. Now that the skirt was open, Yuan Ying saw the scar on He Moqian's neck sharply.She stepped forward and pulled He Moqian's collar, "What is this?"

He Moqian jumped away as if he had been electrocuted, and quickly buttoned up the buttons.But Yuan Ying still saw that He Moqian's skin was covered with a large area of ​​burn marks from neck to shoulder, and these marks disappeared into the depths of his clothes. Yuan Ying's heart twitched, "How did this happen? Didn't someone inside bully you?"

"It's none of your business." He Moqian tightened his collar, "Yuan Ying, from now on, we have nothing to do with each other."

"Ah Qian, let's get back together," Yuan Ying smiled wryly, almost begging, "Let's pretend it didn't exist in the past ten years, okay? Let's eat hot pot together on snowy days like before, okay?"

He Moqian ignored her, crossed the road, and walked into the dark Internet cafe.

There is no going back.

Yuan Ying will always remember that she was the murderer who killed her father, just like she will always remember Yuan Ying's distrust and unfeeling, how can two people who confront each other with knives in their hands reconcile.

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