Lucky to Have You Till the End

Wei Mo Chi leaned against the front of the car with a long body, his long fingers pinched the cigarette, and he did not smoke. The rising of the smoke blurred his handsome outline.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and there was a cloud of water mist on his short black hair.

Tang Xinyan thought of the phone call she made with him in the afternoon, and the embarrassing sense of shame spread from the bottom of her heart.

The hand hanging to her side gripped the strap of the bag tightly. She took a deep breath, and just as she was about to pass by him pretending to be blind, an umbrella suddenly appeared above her head.

Looking at Fu Sichen who was chasing over, she twisted her eyebrows, "Why are you here?"

"It's raining, I'll take you to the door."

Tang Xinyan thought of the promise to her mother last night, she hesitated for a moment, and did not refuse Fu Sichen.

When Fu Sichen walked to her with an umbrella, Mo Chiwei, who had been looking into the distance with a long and profound gaze, looked at her.

The sky was dark in winter early, and under the shadowy light, his facial features became more and more profound and three-dimensional, but they were also covered with coldness.

She knew he didn't like any intersection between her and Fu Sichen.

But in the same way, she didn't want to interact with him anymore.

The more reluctant to give up, the more I have to cut off the thoughts in my heart.

She didn't have the courage to look at him as she passed him.

Despite this, she could still feel his scorching eyes fixed on her.

The raging flame that seemed to burn her.

Obviously, it only takes a few short steps to pass by him, but every step, she seems to be walking on the blade, very heavy and difficult.

Finally arriving at the door of the unit, Tang Xinyan said to Fu Sichen, "Thank you, I can go up by myself."

How could Fu Sichen not understand that she just used him as a shield just now, and Ligan did not let him go, nor did she treat him as a friend.

"Xinyan, I think Mo Chi will always pester you, if I can, I'm willing to help you..."

Tang Xinyan interrupted Fu Sichen with an unpleasant expression, "No, I'll say it again, no matter what happens to me or him, you and I will never go back. I hate him, but I love him too. I don’t have much resentment towards you anymore, but I can’t relieve myself of some injuries in the past!"

Fu Sichen was shocked both physically and mentally when she said about Aimo Chiwei.

Under his shocked eyes, she turned and went upstairs.

He kept watching her into the elevator before he turned around desperately.

However, just after walking a few steps, I saw Mo Chiwei walking towards him.

He unbuttoned the only button of the black suit, took off the jacket, and threw it into the car.

His eyebrows were silent, his features were profound and strong, and the shadowy light fell on his face, so cold and charming.

Fu Sichen has always been confident in himself. If his rival is another man, he still has some certainty to get back to Tang Xinyan.

But it was Mo Chiwei.

From the strands of hair to the toes, he wrote the word exquisite.

Seeing Mo Chiwei walking and pulling his sleeves, Fu Sichen frowned, "What are you doing? Is it possible that you want to fight?"

Mo Chiwei's quiet eyes were like a cold pool, dangerous and cold, and his thin lips provoked like a smile but not a smile, "You sent the rose she received today?"

Seeing him gloomy and gloomy as if he was about to shed eight pieces of him, his pupils shrank slightly, his face was provoked and contemptuously angry, "I gave it to you, she will divorce you, and die every day. Is stalking useful? I knew that you had no peace of mind when you marry her. She has suffered enough damage. If you still have a conscience, don't disturb her life again—"

Before Fu Sichen finished speaking, he received a severe blow in the face.

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