When the liar's words come true, I win

Chapter 110 I apologize because I am hypocritical

The light overhead only illuminated his outline.

At this moment, He Muzhou seemed like a glowing god.

No, no.

He doesn't deserve to be so fierce!

He lowered his eyelids and whispered, "I'm sorry, I lost control."

How is this out of control?

Others lose control when they see a beautiful girl throwing herself at them and they put on an evil smile: Sorry, ma’am!

Damn, he was holding the sickle like a devil: Sorry, ma’am!

It's clear that his true colors have been revealed.

Shen Jia took another step back, thinking about how to steal his car keys and then sneak away early tomorrow morning.

He Muzhou whispered again: "Back then, that woman used the word 'brother' to seduce that man and took my mother's place. Later, they had a daughter."

broken.

Is this guy going to start a late night emo routine or establish his own persona?

Brother... No, please let her go, she has been obedient.

A lecherous father, a cowardly mother, a domineering mistress, and a little daughter, the fruit of their love.

She doesn't want to hear the secrets of the wealthy families.

Not at all.

She was just interested in this body and didn't want to know anything else.

Besides, he looked seriously ill. It was none of her business if someone else forced his mother to death.

She was about to call him brother! But Xie Huaijin, the fool, was completely confused by what he heard.

"So what?" Shen Jia was impatient. "Isn't it the same thing between men and women? Men are used to neutralize endocrine. What? Your mother can use it, but others can't? You got married just to give birth to a child for her? Have you applied for a patent? Won't she find another man? You, old man, are the only man in the world?"

He Muzhou was stunned by her words, as if he had been hit by a stick on the head.

With Shen Jia's personality, shouldn't he denounce the scumbag first?

Shen Jia was putting on his shoes and unzipping them with one hand.

"If you rely on a mountain, it will fall. If you rely on a man, he will run away. You should tell your mother that you have to rely on yourself in everything you do. It's commonly known as "I rely on you!"

He reached out and zipped him up.

Her clean and neat technique revealed her extremely unhappy mood.

After taking only two steps, he turned back and pulled down a small section.

Her beautiful eyes filled with disdain appeared in her mouth.

"I don't mean to ask about your story, but your paranoia is quite serious. If you can't find a doctor, go and make an appointment."

Zip it up again!

Shen Jia turned around, closed his eyes, looked up to the sky and took a long breath.

The cold wind blew and she shivered unconsciously. She folded her arms and ran towards the yurt.

A deep voice came from inside the tent: "I can't tell her. She died ten years ago."

Shen Jia paused, remained silent for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth, shook his head and turned his body back.

The zipper was pulled down again.

"sorry!"

He Muzhou bent his waist and took two steps, pulling her back in. "It's cold outside. If you are not used to the smell in the yurt, you can sleep here. I'll go over to your place."

"I apologize because I'm a hypocrite, not because I feel sorry for you."

He Muzhou's hand, which was taking off her shoes, was stunned again.

Forget it, it’s really difficult to communicate.

Shen Jia got straight into his sleeping bag; it was really cold outside.

I couldn't help but say, "What do you mean by mentioning your family to me, He Muzhou? Let's not talk about it for now. We have been chatting online for almost a month, so don't rush to conclude what kind of feelings we have.

First think about what you mean when you repeatedly tell me not to associate with them?

If you want to play a romantic role, you should find Xie Huaijin, he is more professional. But I just want to go head to head with the person I am ambiguous with! "

He Muzhou stood beside her and looked down at her.

"If it was Xie Huaijin, would you say the same thing?"

"That's different," Shen Jia pulled up the quilt and tilted his head to look into his narrow eyes.

It doesn’t look good. It’s too cold because of the psychological trauma from what happened just now.

"Why is it different?"

"Although this was the first time I met Xie Huaijin, I had known him for at least two or three years, and I was used to bragging when we played games. It was just that we were too familiar with each other, so when he came that night, I didn't dare to do anything."

He Muzhou suddenly smiled, the wind was clear and the moon was bright.

"This is totally different from the lewd words you said online."

"I can't be a pervert in real life. I still have some concerns about beautiful women. However, I still desire every handsome man with abs equally."

What happened to this dog man's eyes suddenly becoming beautiful again?

She turned sideways and said, "I didn't take a shower today, so I don't invite you to sleep with me. Or you can just recite some sutras and I'll use it as hypnosis. It's so painful to not have the internet and not be able to play with my phone. I want to go home and never come again."

He Muzhou was silent for a moment, then took out a book from his bag and said, "How about I read Song poetry to you?"

"what ever."

He Muzhou's low voice lacked its refreshing flavor. It was like silk flowing slowly in the air, soothing and distant.

Song Ci has its own rhythm of levels and oblique tones, which comes out from his opening and closing mouth like a song, sometimes gentle and soft, sometimes sonorous and powerful.

Like a dream or a painting, it outlines all things in the world, just like a changing and flowing piece of ancient music.

When He Muzhou was reading the lyrics, his demeanor became that of a scholar writing with a brush, his temperament elegant and clear.

Shen Jia stared at his mouth. Originally, he was still imagining the world in the words in his mind as he read them.

As he listened, his sparkling eyes gradually closed.

Noticing the steady breathing of the person next to him, He Muzhou gently put down the book in his hand.

He turned his head to look at her beautiful face which was sleeping peacefully.

In fact, he doesn't like any Buddhist scriptures.

He also felt that those two people deserved to die.

At least not worthy of being a human being.

For a long time, I could only rely on these purifying scriptures to suppress the resentment that erupted from my heart.

Even if you can't accept it, out of sight, out of mind.

He was also a young man who indulged his youth.

His wealthy family background since childhood provided him with the capital for his unbridled behavior.

He spent ten years building countless things for himself, and never imagined that his three views would be shattered once again today by the person in front of him in such an extreme way that it pierced his marrow.

It seems to be embarrassing the man, but in fact it is embarrassing yourself.

He Muzhou sighed and reached out to touch Shen Jia's face.

The face is passionate and flamboyant, and the mouth is even more unbridled.

At the beginning, I told myself that I would rather embarrass Buddha than embarrass myself.

But why is it so difficult for him now?

Shen Jia, who was sleeping, reached out to wipe away the itch on his face and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Sister Qingyu, don't bother me! I can't get up!"

The soft mumbling was unlike the rudeness when one was being attacked.

Somehow, He Muzhou's face suddenly turned red when he remembered how charming she looked when he first heard her voice.

He tucked in the quilt for her, unzipped the curtain, and strode out.

As the mountain wind blew, all his thoughts in his mind vanished.