Chapter 390 Chapter 390 Qiao Jinfan, the Extra Story, I Met You at the Right Time (16)

The man who was pushed to the ground didn't get up, or he didn't hear Yi Ranran's angry reprimand at all, but reminisced about the look he just turned his eyes back. Xia Wanqing's glance was more than shocking and caring, but more strange and alienated. She already had a happy life, and she tried her best to forget that for her, Mo Lingtian would eventually become a thing of the past. This point seems to be like a knife of time that can't be reversed, passing through cruelly. After Xia Wanqing turned around, there was no room for maneuver. At the same time as Yi Ranran rushed out of the door, she glanced at the expression that was lost in some kind of contemplation, as if she was relieved because she had completed a certain task. This damned man actually used her as a shield like this. She really shouldn't pity him .

"Ran Ran, I found the dress, what are you doing, where are you going?" Mrs. Yi obviously came a step late and missed the wonderful scene. Seeing her daughter who was about to go out in the torn gown at this moment, she chased her out anxiously and angrily. In the room, the person sitting on the ground still maintained that posture when the assistant came back. "Mr. Mo~" The assistant was startled when he saw the situation, and hurried over to help him. Everything seemed to reveal something strange, and Mr. Mo seemed to be in a particularly depressed mood. Before Xia Lan fell asleep, she didn't forget to mutter:

"Mom, blame uncle doesn't like me, is blame uncle a cripple?" The cripple only sat on that kind of strange chair. Although Xia Lan didn't understand it, she had seen it on TV. She had also seen it when she accompanied her aunt to a charity event. There were children sitting on it. "Ok?" Wan Qing was helping her daughter wipe her white and tender little arm, and her face couldn't help but change. She wanted to ask something more, but Xia Lan had already fallen asleep, and her steady and even breathing showed that she was finally exhausted. I fell asleep. Mo Lingtian doesn't like her?Mo Lingtian is a cripple?

There was a feeling of enlightenment in my heart. When I met Mo Lingtian in the capital, when he suddenly stood up, she seemed to have overlooked something. He stood so straight, so it was a matter of course. Let her believe that he came to him. At that time, he seemed to be Whose fiancé is coming. Now, they are getting intimate with other women in front of her. At first glance, it seems that they have long been in harmony with each other, but because of her daughter's question, she faintly sensed something. Wan Qing didn't continue to think along her own train of thought, fearing that thinking about it would upset her and overwhelm her.

But he couldn't help but think, did Mo Lingtian really forget her and move on?If that's the case, she should be glad. Is Mo Lingtian really in good health, no different from ordinary people?Didn't she always think so? But why is she more and more suspicious of this fact at this moment, so suspicious that it makes her a little uneasy. "What's wrong?" When Qiao Jinfan, who was wiping her hair, came out of the bathroom, she immediately saw the worry and doubt in Wan Qing's brows. After sitting down, she habitually reached out to hug her in her arms. "Jin Fan, can you tell me everything you know about Mo Lingtian?"

Wan Qing looked at Qiao Jinfan, her breath was already filled with the faint smell of shower gel, or the faint familiar fragrance of each other, and it was hard to tell whether it was his or hers when they were close together. Qiao Jinfan's hand that was pulling the quilt paused slightly, but after continuing to cover it, his eyes fell on Wan Qing's worried little face, and there was a faint, imperceptible pause and hesitation in his eyes. "Wan Qing, he is already Mo Jingyuan~" Qiao Jinfan's voice carried a hint of avoidance by changing the subject, but how could Wan Qing give him a chance to escape.

"Tell me the truth, Jin Fan!" Wan Qing's face was a little serious, and her tone was a little excited, Qiao Jinfan stroked her hairy hand, paused, his eyes were gentle, but he focused on Wan Qing's face, slowly lowered, the corners of his lips pursed , did not speak. "Jin Fan, are you hiding it from me again?" Wan Qing was in a hurry. She felt inexplicable about this concealment. She shouldn't blame Qiao Jinfan, but she didn't want to be kept in the dark. In other words, she didn't want to enjoy the joint deception of Qiao Jinfan and Mo Lingtian. Mo Lingtian's so-called gratitude for giving.

It could be heard that her tone was excited, Qiao Jinfan's hands were suddenly clasped tightly, there was no gap between the tight Wanqing and him, but when he touched her smooth belly, he lightened his hand and pressed his lips together. Buried her horns on the top of her head, she said with a kind of concentration and a touch of loneliness: "Wan Qing, please allow me to be selfish occasionally!" Occasional selfishness is not allowed, or she would rather Qiao Jinfan be selfish, even if she forgets her or leaves her, she doesn't think it's too much, but it's hard for her not to care about such a kind concealment.

A person saved your life, but he didn't let you know when he was disabled, why? Wan Qing naturally understood, but Mo Lingtian's love made her feel unbearable and unwilling to face it. Too many past events, unbearable to look back on. She doesn't want to live in hatred and pain, humiliation and resentment forever, but how can she let other people's silent efforts in exchange for her own happiness. Originally, she should hate him to the point where it is not too much to trample under her feet. Originally, she should hate him to the point where she should smile even if he was hit to death by a big truck in front of her.

But people's hearts are soft, and now, those hatreds are intertwined in countless narrow encounters, and become the last resentment. And because of this resentment, did she stab Qiao Jinfan's heart while questioning Qiao Jinfan? Listening to Qiao Jinfan's seemingly helpless words, Wan Qing felt a pain in her heart, and stretched out her hand to hold Qiao Jinfan tightly, with a feeling of regret and guilt. "Jinfan, I~ didn't mean that!" She raised her head, and the corners of her lips were close to his. The so-called mutual affection was nothing more than that. How could she bear to hurt people who were almost integrated into each other's flesh and blood? It was like the existence of the left hand to the right. Her questioning was just a kind of trust. .

"Don't spoil me like a flower in a greenhouse, Tsuho~" But her words were cut off by Qiao Jinfan, and his tone was determined and willful: "As long as you're happy, I'd rather be selfish!" Once upon a time Qiao Jinfan had such arrogance and self-willedness. Once upon a time, their steadfast love was like a legend.