Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Sometimes, Xu Mo also asked herself why she didn't want to leave so much, knowing that she would leave after all.

Maybe, she knows Duoduo is only hers, and she only has Duoduo!

She didn't know if she was wrong.

She watched silently, standing for a day without knowing she was tired.

Until Kang Qiao came to him, he watched her standing, looked at many names, and looked at the tombstone of an 18-year-old girl.

Xu Mo knew that it was him, and said in a low voice, "She was only 18 years old. She met someone she shouldn't have met, and left after giving birth. I don't know if she can protect a lot below."

Concho shook.

At that time, he only tested his DNA, but did not test Xu Mo. He never thought that this child was not Xu Mo's, he only paid attention to whether this child was his.

He murmured, "He is right, you are quite stupid."

Why is such a hateful woman so kind, making him feel more hateful?

Why did she repeatedly subvert his cognition, why did she fiddle with his nerves again and again?

Kang Qiao was very angry. The result of his anger was to catch her. He was about to question, but was shocked by the tears on her face.

His voice became dumb: "Xu Mo."

Xu Mo said nothing, and hugged his waist directly.

Gently, hug him.

It took a long time for Kang Qiao to feel that the woman in his arms was very thin, almost skinny. She was only flattened by Hun before, but now he can hug her waist with one arm.

She lay on his shoulders, weeping silently, and moistened his shirt in a moment.

It's hot and humid, very uncomfortable.

But he held her and let her cry on his shoulder.

She didn't cry, silently.

Did not speak.

He was in the cemetery and held her for a long time.

Later he took her back to his villa, he made dinner, and then they went to bed.

Kang Qiao couldn't even remember whether he took the initiative or Xu Mo took the initiative. When they were sober, they were already in bed and there was no way to go back.

He hugged her and loved her fiercely as if he hadn't touched a woman in a few years, Xu Mo responded.

But when he saw her eyes, there were tears all the time.

Not because of the excitement, but because of sadness.

After several times, he calmed down for a while, feeling very depressed.

Is wrong.

He and she shouldn't have an intersection, they shouldn't have existed more than a year ago.

He came out of the bathroom, Xu Mo put on a shirt of his, half leaning against the head of the bed, smoking very slowly with a cigarette in his hand...

From his point of view, her fruity shoulders were very thin, and her collarbone was obvious. He felt that she might only be 80 kilograms. He looked at her quietly, and Xu Mo also looked at him. For a while, she said dumbly: " Do you have any clothes, lend me a set."

I don't know why, he felt a little uncomfortable, and walked over to take off her cigarette: "Don't smoke, you can leave after dawn."

She shook her head, lifted the quilt and got up.

Behind, thinner.

He hugged her with one hand, and his voice was dull: "Xu Mo, let's talk."

She fell into his arms again, and Xu Mo raised her eyes: "What are we talking about? Concho, we only went to bed once, I was willing, because it needed a catharsis, that's it, or do you think the error will continue? Or is it? Afraid that I will depend on you again?"

She chuckled: ‘Don’t worry, I won’t. "[One less, make up tomorrow~~Wow! ]