Chapter 1097

Short three words, but like a sharp knife, mercilessly pierced in the heart of Leng Mo Xi, the pain of her spasm.

Whatever

Cover up the injury, she smile and wave, is very natural and unrestrained appearance: "goodbye."

Holding her head high, she stubbornly refused to let tears fall.

In a strange country, a strange city and a strange street, she walked alone, watching the people around her talking and laughing, but she didn't even have a place to go or even a person who could speak, which made her feel more desolate.

Before I knew it, I went to the bakery.

"Xiao Xi, you are late today." Shylock looked at her with a smile in her eyes. She seemed to be surprised at her appearance.

Endure a long time of tears, finally can not restrain the fall.

Shylock was flustered and wiped the flour on his body. He asked in a panic: "what's the matter? Such beautiful eyes are used to laugh, how can you shed tears? "

Holding his clothes, Ling Mo Xi lowered her head and sobbed soundlessly.

She knew that she was so affectable that she didn't even have the qualification to cry.

But she really couldn't control herself.

Standing at a loss and letting her cry, Shylock knew that she had a man and should avoid suspicion. However, listening to the low sobbing voice, he could not help but gently held the delicate man into his arms and gently comforted him: "cry, beautiful women need appropriate vent and weakness."

This soft voice makes Ling Mo Xi feel more aggrieved. She burst into tears, like a lost child, full of confusion and fear.

Shylock was deeply distressed, but he didn't cross it. He just patted her and let her vent freely.

I don't know how long I cried, and Ling Mo Xi felt better at last. Looking at Shylock's wet shirt,

crossed his face with shame.

"Well, I'll wash the clothes for you..."

"No, it's lucky to have such a beautiful lady's tears." Shylock chuckled and said without caring.

"But..." Ling Mo Xi was a little embarrassed. She didn't know what she was crazy about. She cried like this in Shylock's arms.

"When you are in a bad mood, you need dessert to cure. What do you want to eat? I'll do it for you

"Want to eat anything!" To turn sorrow into strength.

Shylock laughed brilliantly: "well, we will do whatever Xiaoxi eats first today."

"Well."

So two people into the kitchen, make a variety of small snacks, beauty and delicious coexistence, just looking at it makes people feel incomparably happy.

"It's beautiful."

"Yes, like our little Xi, it's beautiful and sweet."

"Or do you speak like someone..." Think of that never care about her, never willing to say a good word to her man, Leng Mo Xi's eyes dim down, the bottom of his eyes filled with light mockery.

Clearly is her own wishful thinking of pestering others, and what qualification to blame others for her indifference?

Ling Mo Xi, how can you become so annoying?

"Maybe he's just not good at expression. Unlike me, he's a good talker." Shylock laughed at himself.

Ling Mo Xi chuckled, but did not speak.

She had seen with her own eyes how charming the love talk of the Marines was.

But, that to peach Mo son, never to her Lengmo Xi.

After all, she is just a wishful thinking, dogged, shameless bed mate.

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