Chapter 118 (1/2)

It was nearly 11 o'clock in the evening when Jian Mo and Li Xiaoyue left m3. They walked along the porch eaves without taking a bus It didn't stop until L.A. square.

”Xiaoyue, I'm so sad Hiccups... ” Almost half of Jian Mo's body is leaning on Li Xiaoyue. She looks at the square relief under the drizzle, and her eyes are red because of alcohol.

Li Xiaoyue also held a bottle of wine in her hand. She supported Jian Mo and sucked her nose and said, ”sorry, woollen Men, let him die

”Yes Jian Mo suddenly straightened up, and then staggered out of the shed to the relief, ”let him die --”

the rain gradually wet her. Despite the autumn rain, Jianmo just looked up and closed her eyes Let the rain beat his face.

It's nice when it rains. Even if you shed tears, you can pretend you don't know

Gu Beichen, our ending has been doomed from the beginning I can't control my own heart, sink in your tenderness and love.

Today, I face you Tomorrow, I will seal my heart, even if Rotting in the corner.

Jian Mo opened her eyes and pulled the band from her hair All of a sudden, soft long hair spread down.

In spite of the occasional passers-by's eyes, it seems that she is the only one in the world Jian Mo opened her arms and took the national standard dance posture, mixed with the music from the square, and began to dance alone in the rain.

Li Xiaoyue leaning on the railing, there is not lonely rain floating in, slightly stained with the tip of her shoes. She looked at the foam of Jane dancing tango in the rain. Her nose suddenly became sour and her eyes became red.

From childhood to adulthood, Jianmo has always been an independent person. She always knows what she wants and what she doesn't want Even if there was an accident in Jane's family two years ago, she could hold up such a difficult person. Now she uses this way to mourn the feelings that have not yet begun and have ended.

Why should God be so cruel to Jian Mo?

After depriving her and Chu Zixiao's feelings in such a cruel way, she is now trapped in such a gentle trap

”Chen Shao,” Xiao Jing drove past the square, taking back the sight of Jian Mo, who was dancing alone under the relief statue, and looked back at the person in the back seat, ”seems to be Miss Jane?”

Gu Beichen's eyes suddenly fell slightly. He looked up from the computer and opened the window If you ignore that there are no men, Jian Mo's Tango dance is up to the standard of a dancer.

She can still meet the national standard Such discovery let Gu Beichen eagle eye more and more deep.

”Stop!” The voice of indifference overflows thin lips. In time, Xiao Jing pulls over and stops the car.

Gu Beichen put down the notebook still on his leg and opened the door to get out of the car. Xiao Jing held up his umbrella in a hurry

They didn't move. They just stood by the car and looked at the spinning bamboo foam Today, she wore a light rose red thin wool skirt and a beige sweater. Now her hair is down, and it turns into the most beautiful arc when she rotates.

Gu Beichen's sight is getting deeper and deeper, and then he walks over with one hand

Xiao Jing stopped suddenly after two steps. He felt that it was too against him to hold an umbrella for Gu Beichen.

Suddenly Just as Gu Beichen had a few steps to get close to Jian Mo, Jian Mo's foot suddenly slipped, and the whole person suddenly fell back

”Ah --”

Jian Mo exclaimed, closing her eyes instinctively and waiting for her to fall down

But there was no pain as expected. Jane was caught by a strong arm bend.

Jian Mo opened her eyes slowly, and the wine was also scared to wake up. She moved her eyes and looked at the man holding her.