Chapter 1081

Fang Yuan came out of the toilet, with faint tears on his face.

As soon as Mo Jincheng saw it, he frowned nervously and came up: "what's the matter, is it uncomfortable?"

It was fine just now.

Fang Yuan is wearing two lines of clear tears, but he doesn't care that Mo Jincheng doesn't like her contact with Gong Heng. He holds his waist and cries.

"Woo woo Wuwuwu... "

Cry low, like the ants hovering in the heart of Mo Jincheng, bite, pain.

Mo Jincheng is very nervous, but he can only let Fang Yuan cry and ask about the reason.

Fang Yuan said, "I I I just called Heya... "

Mo Jincheng's face sank.

Fang Yuan didn't notice, but continued: "I think he Yazhen is so pitiful. He didn't have his parents since he was a child. He was sent to Gong Heng to be his bodyguard. Now because of the change of Dynasty, he may take his whole life..."

Did not hear Gong Heng two words, Mo Jincheng's mood slightly good one or two points.

The next second, he almost vomited blood.

"And Gong Heng, it's very pitiful. Although I didn't know what he thought in the end, do you think the power and status are really so good?"

Fang Yuan really doesn't understand.

Are those things really that important? Is it more important than your own life?

Perhaps in the eyes of aspiring people, the four words of life in the world are really so important.

Perhaps in the eyes of the powerful, power and money are also very important.

Fang Yuan is crying. He gradually stops crying and stares at Mo Jincheng. He can't tell what it's like.

It's contradictory.

Mo Jincheng raised his hand and wiped away the tears on her cheek helplessly: "what do you want to do so much?"

Really, no matter gongheng or Heya, their own life is their own choice.

Others only have the right to dictate, they have no right to make decisions at all.

With Gong Heng's temperament, he can't be a man of his own making.

"But..."

Fang Yuan always felt that what he said affected Gong Heng's judgment.

Every time she thought about Gong Heng's return, it was probably because of herself that she sent her to the guillotine.

This makes me feel even worse.

Anyway, no matter what Gong Heng thought, she really thought he was a friend.

When a friend is in trouble, she just stands by and becomes a pusher in the end.

Mo Jincheng took Fang Yuan's hand and said with a smile: "don't think so much. You haven't made any decisions for him. With Gong Heng's temperament, it's absolutely impossible to let others lead him by the nose."

Fang Yuan looks at Mo Jincheng pitifully with round eyes.

I have mixed feelings.

I don't know if it's because of pregnancy that I've become so sentimental.

Mo Jincheng holds Fang Yuan in his arms with a smile.

Their family's silly girl, when in the heart only needs to install oneself one person to be possible.

Gong Heng and Ya make Fang Yuan in a bad mood. He doesn't even have the heart to set off fireworks.

No matter what Mo Jincheng said, Fang Yuan said he was tired and wanted to go back to his room to have a rest.

Helpless, Mo Jincheng had to send Fang Yuan back to the room to have a rest.

Back to the room, Fang Yuan sat in front of the window, the sky outside was full of brilliant fireworks.

After a moment, nothing was left.

This is the trace of life.

Just like everyone has left traces in this world, and has been brilliant, but when you go, no one will remember you once young look, remember what you did

The more you think about Fangyuan, the heavier your heart will be.

All of a sudden, there was a sound of fireworks flying up from downstairs.

She quickly stood up and looked at the fireworks flying up out of the window. In such a short distance, she seemed to have a pair of hands gently playing with the square heart.

She couldn't help but look down at the man standing downstairs seriously lighting fireworks.

Gorgeous lights fell on his eyebrows, as if rendering a golden light.

Serious look, repeatedly is to focus on doing a very sacred thing.

Fireworks continue to fly to the sky, one by one beautiful, one by one in full bloom

Just then, the cell phone in my pocket rang.

She picked it up and looked at it. Her eyes were immediately moist.

It's a wechat that says -

the fireworks will go out, but every day with you will not be forgotten.

Fireworks continue to bloom, Fang Yuan standing in the window looking up at the ink Jincheng, lips with a faint smile.Large fireworks, like streamers, pouring down.

One said, I won't forget you.

The new year's bell, coming from a distant place, knocks into the heart.

Also knock on the square smile.

The new year has begun. We should face it with a new attitude.

She turned and went downstairs.

Walk through the long corridor to Mo Jincheng.

Mo Jincheng stretched out his hand on his face and hugged Fang Yuan as if he were a child. He was careful, intimate and gentle.

Fang Yuan also hugs Mo Jincheng harder. Under the fireworks, he kisses Mo Jincheng's cheek heavily like making an oath.

Mo Jincheng smiles and looks at Fang Yuan, who seldom takes the initiative. He grabs her kiss and does not give her the chance to escape. He bites her lips deeply.

The fireworks in the sky are blooming.

It's like a beautiful flower in spring.

People on the ground, like peach blossoms, nestle up to each other in the branches.