The desolate snowfield in the man's mind was immediately filled with the name he had been waiting for for a long time.
"Stupid woman."
The man replied unconsciously.
The person on the other end of the phone was obviously taken aback, "Jing Mohao, are you okay?"
The man maintained his posture of answering the call and never said a word.
The blood dripping from his palm that had been penetrated by the glass shards blended into the rain falling outside the window.
Jian Qing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he no longer acted violently.
When drugs invade the mind, all a person's behaviors are manifestations of his subconscious mind.
For Jing Mohao, the only one who can make him go crazy while forbearing is Luo Xi, and the only one who can make him regain his composure during madness is Luo Xi.
Whether he admits it or not, he has fallen hopelessly in love with Luo Xi.
But he is not an ordinary person.
He is the future heir of Australia's dark empire.
He still has many important and arduous tasks waiting for him to complete.
He must not collapse on the hurdle of women.
It's a good time for Luo Xi to leave now.
Once he survives the torture of the mystery of death, he must return to the right path.
If he delays any longer, he will be afraid of long nights and many dreams.
Luo Xi did not hang up the phone, she just put the phone to her ear, curled up the corners of her mouth slightly, her eyes were haloed by the mist, and she stood like this until the end of the world.
She knew, this time, he was listening.
That long-lost stupid woman.
It sounds so good.
She must have known that when he sobered up, he would completely forget everything that was happening now, so she dared to indulge herself so unscrupulously and indulge in such a silent phone call.
I don’t know why, but I clearly feel that you are so bad and unreasonable, but I still can’t let you go.
I don’t know why, but I’m obviously noisy and quarrelsome with you, and I have a bad temper and a bad temper, but I can never give it to another person again.
You forced your way into my life with a piece that was so unique that when I got back on my own track, I couldn't knock you out.
Jing Mohao, should I hate you or should I thank you?
The rain did not stop and the radio wave continued until dawn the next day.
In the early morning, the water in front of Jingrui Haoting has been cleaned up and a spotless carpet has been laid.
Ling Feng walked in on the carpet and happened to see Jian Qing coming downstairs, rubbing her head.
"Why are you here, Brother Hao?"
Although Ling Feng's tone was relaxed, the look on his face was completely different from his previous cynicism.
Hearing the sound, Jian Qing removed her fingers from her head and placed them on the sandalwood handrail of the stairs.
She stood high and looked down at Ling Feng, "I think of him now."
"I said, Young Master Jian, what do you mean by this?
I don't think about my brother Hao anymore.
I just came back from my honeymoon and came over right away.
But you two are too boring.
Brother, I will marry you two.
But none of them went, it's so disrespectful."
Ling Feng said, sitting down on the sofa and taking the lead in complaining.
Jian Qing paced down, ignored him, walked straight into the kitchen, took a meal and threw it into the microwave.
Ling Feng saw that he was not taken seriously at all, so he simply shouted upstairs, "Brother Hao, are you up?"
Jian Qing paused and couldn't step out for a moment, so she kicked him and said, "Shut up."
Ling Feng patted the trousers that had been kicked by him and said with great bitterness, "I'll choke you, Master Jian, haven't you always used your words but not your hands?
When did you learn to kick people?"
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