She didn't want to have any relationship with Mo Junhao, and she didn't want to do anything at all.

After dinner, the global financial crisis was still being reported on TV, and the name of the Arc Group was also included.

Han Zhiqing's face looked a little ugly, and her hand holding the TV remote control inadvertently increased the force.

Her eyes turned to her cell phone, and her hand reached out with some trembling after hesitating for a moment.

I opened the phone number inside that I had saved for a long time and wanted to delete but refused to delete it. I closed my eyes and dialed it gently.

She couldn't help but laugh in her heart: Han Zhiqing, in the end, you still can't live without him, right?

You, who always boast about being omnipotent, finally realized that in fact, without Mo Junhao, you are really nothing!

Under the night, Mo Junhao was wearing a dark gray cotton nightgown and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window. Under his blue eyes, there was a little loneliness that was not exposed in front of others.

The silent handsome eyebrows frowned on his face, and the straight nose also exuded a little pain.

Han Zhiqing, I did not participate in your first twenty years. I hope that every day in the future, I will be around you...

At that time, he said this to her so seriously, and he had never felt firm and serious before.

He did not participate in her first twenty years, nor did she participate in her first twenty years, but he just wanted to have everything about her every year in the future, and what about her? She was so cruel and cruel that she tore up the dreams he had prepared for each other, and even completely tore it apart in front of him.

Mo Junhao, I have never loved you!

"Haha~~~Han Zhiqing, when you say this, how cruel is your heart to the point?"

A little bit of pain flashed in his eyes, and the red wine in his hand smashed hard to the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

The dark red liquid gradually fell down the floor-to-ceiling window, and through the bright moonlight, it looked so heart-suffering and dazzling at this moment.

"Han Zhiqing, do you know how much I love you? Do you know?..."

He squatted on the ground in pain, leaning against the sofa behind him. The Mo family's young master, who had always been confident and energetic, became so painful and embarrassed because of his beloved woman.

He held the pieces of the red wine glass that he had broken on the ground tightly, and bright red blood kept gushing out of his palm, dripping, mixed with the precious red wine emitting dark red on the ground.

The dazzling and dazzling blood red looked even more heart-wrenching in the dark night, like blooming fire roses, stabbing others and themselves.

The quiet night made him think of her even more crazy, so he couldn't dare to fall asleep.

The beauty in the dream was just his wishful fantasy. He knew that after waking up, he was still facing him with the cold sheets. The figure in his arms filled with his dream. After waking up, he was only replaced by the bone-eroded coldness.

In my mind, there were scenes after scenes that she had experienced—

In the holiday house, he broke into the bathroom with scoundrels and wanted to take a shower with her. He also made up messy advertising slogans to block her mouth:

Save water and try to take a bath with your girlfriend.

He didn't know that Mo Junhao could be like a scoundrel, just because the woman in front of him was a woman he loved deeply and remained unchanged in his life.

He played a scoundrel in front of her so many times. She could refuse, but every time he followed his wishes, he ate them again and again, wiped them clean.

Han Zhiqing, how much true love is there in everything you do?

Or, everything you do is step by step, making me willingly step into the trap you set like an idiot?

You sacrificed such a deal very much.

Thinking of every scene that made him so happy that he just wanted time to stop at that moment, there was only a lot of irony left behind.

Each of them was like thousands of stabbing his heart ruthlessly cut into pieces.

"Haha~~~Han Zhiqing, you are so cruel! You are so cruel!"

The blood flowed down his palm holding the red wine bottle beside him, repeating this sentence constantly. The blood in his palm dripped down his wrist little by little, but he had no sense at all.

I wanted to anesthesia myself by taking advantage of the effects of alcohol, but I found that the more I drank, the more I became sober, the more I drank, the more I had everything I had with her, the more I broke into his brain-

Zhiqing?

Hum? What's the matter?

Is it a sign that you introduced me to your best friend?

What does it mean?

It means you have started to accept me slowly?

I have no idea.

"Haha~~~ I don't know?"

Mo Junhao held the red wine bottle, smiled in pain, and poured the red wine into his throat.

"Haha~~~Han Zhiqing, at least this sentence, you didn't lie to me."

At that time, he was so silly that he was so happy that she took him to meet her best friend.

Mo Junhao, you have to figure it out, this is just one of the means of dealing with you, do you understand?

"Haha~~Haha~~~Han Zhiqing, the person I, Mo Junhao, admire the most is you!"

He kept pouring the wine on his face, and the dark red wine washed away his painful handsome face. At this time, he just wanted to bury himself in such an abyss, so that he would deceive himself and stop thinking about her.

But at this moment, the phone suddenly rang, bringing him back to the real world, in the real world where there is no Han Zhiqing, only pain and loneliness.

He grabbed his phone with some annoyance and wanted to throw it away, but when he saw the familiar numbers on it, his hand stopped.

Is it that he was dazzled, or is he really drunk this time?

He was so drunk that even if he used alcohol to numb himself, he still imagined that she would call him on his own initiative?

Even if he forced himself to let her go, and even deleted everything about her, including her mobile phone number, what if that's the case?

The only number he was willing to remember was already engraved in his mind and in his heart. Even if he wiped his memory of her from his phone, could his heart be erased?

"Mo Junhao, are you crazy? Why can't you let her go when you're drunk? Why!!!"

He threw the red wine bottle to the ground, and the phone in his hand continued to ring, but he only dared to hold it and didn't dare to pick it up.

"Han Zhiqing...Han Zhiqing...What do you want?"

He looked at the string of numbers jumping on his phone and murmured in pain.

After a while, he sneered and threw his phone on the bed, and walked to the bathroom by himself.

Turn on the faucet, the cold and biting cold water washed his brain and the red blood that had fallen from his palm.

The amplified sound of water made him reluctant to hear the sound of his phone again.
Chapter completed!