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Chapter 972 Junxi, I'm sorry!
Chapter 972 Junxi, I'm sorry!
upstairs
Mo Zixuan didn't know which room Jian Junxi lived in, so he knocked on the door of every room until he knocked on Jian Junxi's door.
Jian Junxi thought it was Lin Yiyi, when he opened the door and saw him, his eyes flickered slightly, and he didn't intend to invite him into the room, so he asked blankly: "Mr. Mo, what else can you do?"
"Jun Xi, I'm sorry!" Mo Zixuan said with a guilty expression, especially when he saw her strange and alienated gaze, his heart felt like a sharp knife had passed by, and it hurt a lot.
"You didn't apologize to me, you don't need to apologize..." The cold words were like the cold wind biting the bone.
Mo Zixuan's heart felt as if a huge stone had been pressed on him, and he choked up and said, "Junxi, I know that you are also in a difficult situation. My father doesn't understand anything..."
A trace of unspeakable complexity flashed across Jian Junxi's eyes, and he interrupted coldly: "Are you willing to let go after I say "it doesn't matter?"
"I..." Mo Zixuan hesitated to speak.
He was so flustered that he didn't know where to put his hands, and his father's words still lingered in his ears, every word was like a knife, how could it be an injury that could be repaired by saying sorry.
"I made it very clear to you that day. What your father said was not wrong. I am the kind of person he said. If you don't know it clearly enough
Won't blowing up the police station give you a clearer picture of me?Mo Zixuan, I, Jian Junxi, murdered people and turned into a demon, violent and violent, my world was born out of killing.
Anyone who dares to bother me and stop me will die. If we don't agree with each other, please don't come to me again in the future, just pretend that we have never met before! "
Jian Junxi's voice was ruthless, and every word and sword made Mo Zixuan feel pain even when he was breathing.
He doesn't know why?There is a voice in my heart telling me that I must never lose him, even if it is just a very ordinary friend.
When she turned around to enter the room, Mo Zixuan suddenly grabbed her slender arm.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Junxi, can you stop doing this, I really want to be good friends with you, I know my father's words are very hurtful, but he doesn't represent me!"
Jian Junxi shook his hand vigorously, his deep eyes were indifferent and alienated, and he said with a slightly impatient expression: "Mr. Mo, please respect yourself, I hate other people's pestering the most.
What does it look like for two men to talk like this, and, let me say it for the last time, what your father said is not wrong.
I was the "Grim Reaper" who was widely rumored in Kyoto, I was the one who forced Ling Guodong to death, and I was the one who bombed the police station.
Because you look a lot like a friend of mine in the past, I want to associate with you. I think it is too simple. Besides, you are not my friend.
So, don't force me anymore, I can carry a boat, or overturn it, if you bother me again, I promise to make the Mi family the next Ling family! "
"Bang..." The relentless sound of closing the door brought a gust of ruthless wind, making Mo Zixuan fall into the ice cellar of ten thousand years as if he had been invaded by the cold wind, surrounded by darkness and biting cold.
There is sentimentality in the dark eyes, and the heart in the chest seems to be being torn apart, tears are rolling in the eye sockets in pain, like a sad man who has been severely hurt by his lover.
After Jian Junxi closed the door, his heart seemed to be torn apart by a beast. The pain hit him little by little, and slowly, it hurt more and more
Leaning her back against the white door, her body slid down little by little, her black eyes filled with sadness, after all, she still hurt the person he least wanted to hurt.
Although every word of Mo Chen's insults hurt her heart like a knife, it also woke her up.
(End of this chapter)