Chapter 1963

Satisfied with vanity?

What the hell?

Ning Shu:

Aha?!

"What do you mean?" Ning Shu blinked and asked, "just say what you want to say."

Why she can't keep up with the rhythm.

What is song Mo going to do?

Song Mo is a troublesome essence.

"You've become very talkative and impatient with me recently. Do you want to break up? I seem to be a thing. When you get it, you won't treasure it." Song Mo frowned and said that he was dissatisfied with Ning Shu.

Ningshu: →_ →

"are you ok?" Mingming is going to Literature and art small fresh. Do you want to tear it now? Lament that girlfriend doesn't care about herself.

"What can I do?" Song Mo said, "I have nothing."

Song Mo's face was "I have something, a big thing, I am dissatisfied, very dissatisfied..."

Ning Shu poured some water from the water bottle, smiled and asked, "what do you want to do?"

"What am I in your mind?" Song Mo looks at Ning Shu who drinks water and asks, "what is it?"

Ning Shu: "well, blue friend."

"When you first chased me, you were very enthusiastic. My presence only made your face bright. Others would say how handsome and good your boyfriend is." Song Mo said.

Ning Shu: you're here to brag about it.

"What I hate most now is the way you look. It seems that I don't care about anything. Am I your boyfriend?" Song Mo saw the tranquility of Ning Shu, and his heart was burning. There was an unspeakable anger burning in his heart.

"I really chased you?" Ning Shu asked, "everything in this dream is fake.".

Is song Mo true or not.

"Even if you chase me, I am a person, and I can feel your coldness and alienation." Song Mo stared at Ning Shu. "What do you think of me?"

Ning Shu: "skeleton, skeleton shelf."

Song Mo:??

Ning Shu is now thinking about how to leave this ghost place. How can she talk to song Mo about whether you love me or not? I love you or not. I regard you as something else.

"Look, look, I hate your inexplicable expression. It seems that it's nothing at all." Song Mo said under fire.

Ning Shu said, "what do you want?"

"Then we break up!" Song Mo said, "I don't want to be your vanity tool."

Ningshu: →_ →

whoops, who is so vain? She didn't lead song Mo to show her love and abuse dogs every day, or take a picture of herself every now and then. She said that my mother's boyfriend is so handsome. So, where does she have time to be vain, grass!

"Oh, then break up." Ning Shu is too lazy to talk with song mo. who wants to fall in love with you at all, and these are all empty.

"You..." When sommerton was angry, his nose vibrated. "Shimei, is your heart made of stone, so hard hearted?"

"I have no heart of stone, because I didn't cry to keep you, I didn't apologize to you, I didn't go in the direction you expected." You are here to do something.

Song Mo's face was red with anger. "You..."

Song Mo pushes Ning Shu directly to the window, and with a little effort, he will push Ning Shu downstairs.

Ning Shu looks out of the window. NIMA and song Mo are going to kill her again, especially.

"Shimei, do you have me in your heart?" Song Mo put his arm around Ning Shu's neck. "You are a disgusting woman."

Even if they are pushed downstairs, there is no fluctuation in Ning Shu's heart.

Pain, fear, struggle, resentment, despair, she has never experienced anything, and this illusion seems to be about to let people experience these things, let people completely break down.

Ning Shu stretched out his hand and took song Mo's collar. He patted song Mo's face with his other hand. "We will die together."

Life, old age, illness, death, hatred and hatred, love and separation, asking for no, five implications are flourishing.

Hungry, cold, hot, embarrassed, crying, sad, the impact of these negative feelings and emotions on people is called "Wuyun blazing bitterness".

It's almost all the experience of Ning Shu.

"Shimei..." Song Mo, with a trembling face, cried in a low voice, "have you ever loved me? I'm serious. Have you ever loved me?"

Song Mo's eyes were red, and Ning Shu was shocked for a moment, then said, "you are not real."

"What is not true? Shimei, you don't want to talk. " Song Mo growls angrily and his eyes are red. It seems that Ning Shu hurt a boy's feelings.

Ning Shu:

Conscience of heaven and earth!

When did she fall in love with song Mo again? Brother, last time you put a knife into my chest, you will talk about love with me.Heart tired does not explain.

"What are you hesitating about? You mean it. I know that your feeling towards me is just like what your roommate said to me. You regard me as a beautiful pendant. When you need me, I am your blue friend. If you don't need me, I shouldn't appear." Song Mo complained in tears.

Ning Shu's face is really muddled. I don't feel anything except you!

We don't love each other. We don't have any good memories or feelings. You can't be moved by roaring, but you don't feel it.

Ning Shu looks at Song Mo who is working hard. He is a little tired.

"Are you really OK?" You don't think about it.

Song Mo put his elbow on Ning Shu's neck, and with a little force, Ning Shu's body tilted up.

If you want to fall from above, the death must be miserable. Ning Shu looks down a little, a little high.

All death is real, all pain is real.

"What can I do for you?" Song Mo sneered, "Shimei, you vain woman."

"You go to die." Song Mo becomes angry, and with endless resentment and despair, he pushes Ning Shu down the window.

Ning Shu tightly grasps the collar of song Mo and pulls him down the window. Ning Shu quickly grabs the window, but song Mo is thrown out of the window.

Song Mo looks at Ning Shu with a sad look. At the last sound of Peng, his body contacts with the ground and makes a loud sound. There is blood under song Mo's body. He can't move in the pool of blood.

"Somebody jumped, somebody jumped." There was a scream below.

Ning Shu was tired and sat on the ground gasping for breath.

Ning Shu covers his heart. He feels that his heart is going to jump out of his throat. The whole person seems to be about to collapse.

This feeling is so real that a fresh life disappears in front of her.

But should she be pushed down the window?

Death is the real feeling.