"Xiao, Xiaojun!" It was Xia Youxin who broke the silence. Her trembling voice calling Mo Xiaojun's name made Ye Qianmo's heart tighten again.

Damn it, no matter how much he does for her, it can't be as good as this man.

He actually stayed by her side for more than twenty years, which really made him crazy with jealousy.

"Youxin! It's me." Mo Xiaojun smiled, but his smile was bitter.

He finally saw her, but found her in the arms of another man.

She is his true love, an unchangeable love in his life, but from now on, he will only be able to watch from a distance as she belongs to someone else?

He doesn't have to possess her, but he has to make her happy.

But as long as she is with this man, how can she talk about happiness? It is not said whether the man named Ye treats women as dispensable playthings like the rumors. The rumors are not credible. But his appearance, his demeanor, his

His family and his wealth are not bargaining chips for women to flock to him.

If you want to be his woman and want to attract his attention forever, what kind of woman does it take to do that?

Xia Youxin is beautiful, kind, and simple, but she is too innocent, has no intention of harming others, and has no means. How can she keep this man?

In the end, she could only end up being abandoned by him, and he really felt sorry for her.

Xia Youxin couldn't hold back her tears. Even though she didn't want Ye Qianmo to be angry because of her lack of self-control, she still couldn't hold back her tears.

Her tears kept pouring down her cheeks, and her vision was even blurred, and she couldn't see Mo Xiaojun's face clearly.

"Xiaojun! Xiaojun!" She shouted twice in succession, stretching out her hands to wipe away her tears desperately. She wanted to see more clearly and carefully.

He is darker and thinner than before. He must have suffered a lot from hiding for so long.

"It's me, I'm alive, I'm fine, I'm fine." Mo Xiaojun comforted her gently.

These two people were so sincere in front of him. If they hadn't been by his side, they would have hugged each other tightly.

Ye Qianmo's brows were frowning tightly. The arm around Xia Youxin's waist suddenly used a little force, and Xia Youxin spun around in his arms and pressed her face against his chest.

"Don't shed tears for other men, I warned you." His voice was cold and his attitude was condescending, as if he was her king and she was just a lowly slave.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Xia Youxin said softly, but her tears still couldn't be controlled and were still flowing.

Of course Ye Qianmo didn't know how desperate and helpless she felt when holding the burnt black body. Mo Xiaojun was her only relative in this world. His death not only meant that she had lost her

Her boyfriend, she lost almost the whole world and all the warmth. He died, and it even seemed to take away her life. If it weren't for the support and revenge for him, she would have gone with him early in the morning.

Now that she saw him alive and standing in front of her, how could she restrain her excitement?

Her heart felt like it jumped out of the cold hell and faced the sunshine instantly. Yes, for so many years, Mo Xiaojun was her only sunshine, her only hope and hope.

Seeing Xia Youxin crying so pitifully in Ye Qianmo's arms, Mo Xiaojun clenched his fists tightly.

She was apologizing, but she still wanted to cry. Ye Qianmo's heart felt as painful as being cut with a knife.

Such deep feelings, such deep feelings for him, and she also said that she loved him, Ye Qianmo, how could she be so hypocritical!

"Don't cry! If you dare to shed a tear for me again, I will really send him to hell!" Ye Qianmo's words seemed to come from the mouth of a devil, without any emotion at all.

Xia Youxin hurriedly put away her tears and begged in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I won't cry anymore, I won't cry anymore. Don't embarrass him, he is your brother!"

"Don't ask him!" Mo Xiaojun suddenly said, his face as cold as Ye Qianmo's.
Chapter completed!