In front of my eyes, I saw Jolie's face.

Her hand is a picture of embroidery, plum style, at that time is the simplest plum style.

"I learned little by little according to this step. How can I show such ugliness? Alas, I'm so stupid." The girl stood there and complained to her. The sun was shining on her fleshy face.

"What happened to your hand?" Mo Sheng asked, looking at Jolie's hand, which was punctured with small wounds.

Jolie is not satisfied with the smile, "nothing, I was stupid hand, was stabbed just a few times, nothing."

He always thought that handkerchief was a birthday present for him, but he didn't receive it.

Later, he asked Jolie.

Where's the handkerchief.

Jolie just told her it was lost.

At that time, Jolie's mood was very low. Mo Sheng wanted to say something, but she looked at the girl in front of her. After all, she didn't have the heart.

But now... It's so ironic that they are brothers on the same birthday.

Jolie loved him more than he thought.

And Mo Li Ting, also love her.

Otherwise, how could Mo Liting hold a handkerchief that he didn't like to be repaired by others and keep it for so many years.

Mo Sheng only felt choked, very uncomfortable and depressed.

Like at any time, can be blown to blood, it is too hard.

He tried to convince himself that he was a participant, but now he's just an outsider.

In such a moment, every minute, every second, is torture.

But suddenly, Mo Liting's heartbreaking eyes flashed in his mind. No matter whether he is a participant or an outsider, Mo Liting is afraid that he will never know until he dies. He is the one Jolie likes.

Mo Sheng looked at him coldly, "I really want to kill you now.".

Feng Yan didn't know that the sorrow and resentment between them was so deep.

Now the temperature rise has come.

"Second master."

"Go and find the man. I'll drag him here."

Two people have been partners for a long time, have a look to know what each other is thinking.

Wen Sheng takes a look at the scene in front of him. Without any delay, he takes several people to find Su Xiaowan's whereabouts.

Mo nanjue at the other end seems to be out of place. His hair is so messy, his face is haggard and slovenly, and his beard comes out. His eyes are scarlet. Now he is dragged there by Mo Sheng

"Sober him up!"

A bodyguard picked up a bucket full of cold water and poured it on the man, just in front of Mo Liting.

"What? Now there's no way to save your son. Is it hard in my heart? "

"Don't worry, the pain is still behind, I advise you to give me a good breath."

Mo Li Ting's hand held the wheelchair tightly.

He can't stand up.

But just looking at Mo nanjue at that end, his heart seemed to be blocked.

At the beginning, he promised Mo nanjue's mother that he would live well.

But now

He has been sorry for too many people in his life.

Mo Nan Jue was awakened by the cold water. Now he was lying on the ground and took out a picture from his arms. "Look, this is my wife. Is it good-looking?"

He seems to be a little drunk, but in his heart, there is only that person's bit by bit.

When it comes to Yu Yin, he is more sober than anyone else.

The bodyguard was puzzled by her sudden action. Monan Jue vomited wildly, as if to vomit his stomach.

Mo Sheng walked over and looked at the photo, "don't you want to avenge her?"

Revenge?

The man's eyes lifted, at the moment looking at the man in front of her, she did not know, "who are you?"

"This knife is for you. Your enemy is over there. If you kill him, she will die."

Listen to Mo Sheng's induction, Mo Heng is angry now.