The man raised his head, got up from the ground, and gently stroked her shoulder, "Momo, I was wrong."

"Does it still hurt?"

The man’s powerful heartbeat spread to her ears time after time, and it would be difficult for her to ignore him, so she could only turn her head away and said calmly, “It doesn’t hurt.”

Leng Juan listened to her words, with thin lips pressed to her ears, and whispered, "Momo, I am damned."

"Momo, why didn't I recognize you earlier?"

"If I can recognize you earlier, you won't have to take this shot."

"I am willing to give you everything, including my own life."

........

A line of true emotions from the heart immediately caused Qiao Yimo's heart to tremble slightly.

"This shot was taken for you willingly."

Qiao Yimo raised his eyes lightly, and put his hands lightly around the man's waist.

Because even if he dispatched ten fighters to deal with her, she still had no way to watch him fall in front of her with her own eyes.

*

Come out from Yujing Garden.

In the car.

Leng Juan hugged Qiao Yimo into the carriage.

The moment she was seated, the man couldn't wait to kiss her.

Momo, his Momo.

Even if Qingqing is Momo, Momo is still Momo, still the only love.

Qiao Yimo's heart trembled slightly, there was no resistance, only acceptance.

"You are not allowed to be angry with me when you go back, and you are not allowed to ignore me."

"Will you like me as much as before?"

"I will listen to you in the future, and I will tell you everything about Mo Runge."

"Re-dispatch the fighters and play for you."

"Otherwise I will get shot too, so it's fair."

The man's voice was hoarse and low, and every word fell on Qiao Yimo's heart.

She said softly: "Okay."

*

The master bedroom of the cold house.

The man pushed in.

Qiao Yimo opened his eyes slightly and looked surprised when he saw Leng Tiong holding the pistol.

The man put the pistol on the bed, twitched the corner of his mouth, and laughed at himself: "Momo, you can also shoot my arm now."

Qiao Yimo was speechless for a while, not speaking.

"You didn't hurt me." Qiao Yimo was speechless for a while.

If you dare to love, he has been holding on to this point, he has to taste the taste of bullets, right?

"I can't blame you all, there is also my fault."

Although Qiao Yimo didn't want to admit it, it was true.

The man's eyes were deep, and he stared at her for a while, before he said, "I almost forgot that a little villain had been lying to me."

"Then will you punish her?" Qiao Yimo blinked, his eyes full of teasing.

"I won't hurt her, but I will punish her elsewhere!" The man's eyes flashed, and his tone was deliberately heavy, as if it were true.

Qiao Yimo looked elsewhere with a guilty conscience.

"The little villain is already injured and can't do any punishment."

Hearing this, the man was anxious for another moment, then leaned over and dropped a kiss on her forehead, "I'm sorry."

"That's right." Qiao Yimo narrowed his eyes, drew his fingertips across the man's palm, and asked: "How did you find that I am Qingqing?"

The man's cold, handsome face crossed a blush, "The touch of the lips..."

His body did not resist her contact, so he was convinced at that moment.

But at that time, I was in a panic, and couldn't calm down for a while to think.

Qiao Yimo pressed his lips when he heard the words, "When did you make sure?"

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