Does this person not know how to be grateful, but also to kill her?

It's too much!

Mo looked at her red eyes, soft under her heart, involuntarily pulled her into her arms, like the usual coaxing of her: "Okay, don't cry, I am angry that you do not care about your own life!" 」

"Who doesn't care about their own lives, I haven't thought about changing my life for this old cliff ginger?"I just accidentally slipped down and fell down."It was not good, and a choking of Fang Yao's tears fell down like beads that broke the line.

“I knew you were such an ungrateful thing, I wouldn’t want to save you!”

“Okay, I’m ungrateful, don’t you cry?”Mo was clumsy coaxing, if it had not been for the loving brother, his cold sex, that is, Fang Yao was now crying and dying in front of him, and he did not know how to open his mouth.

He coaxed, patting Fang Yao's back stiffly, not realizing how intimate his behavior seemed to outsiders.

And he did it so naturally.

"I cry is not you to kill me, you are fierce, I will cure you, you kill me, no conscience, white-eyed wolf!" 」Mo did not notice his own behavior, Fang Yao did not pay attention to this aspect.At this moment, she had a grievance in her heart and wanted to vent, and no matter whether Mo left was a young master of the cold and arrogant Mo family.

Let her be unhappy, and she should scold.

When he was done, he started playing drums again.She and Mo are very different from their identity, so it seems inappropriate to scold him.

Fortunately, Mo did not care, but hooked the lip, he saw Fang Yao's fear, see her heart's scruples, she was worried about whether he would look for her after the account because of this scolding.

“You know, when you come out of your mother’s womb, no one has ever scolded me like that!”Even if he made a mistake, his father and mother only reprimanded a few words and did not spit out dirty words.

Of course, their identity can not say such a vulgar word.

But it is this vulgarity that makes him taste the real warmth and joy of the heart!

“Your mother didn’t find her with a white-eyed wolf!”Fang Yao was afraid in his heart, and his mouth was not forgiving.

He smiled, and his eyes flashed an imperceptible path.His mother gave birth to him and separated from him, until he grew up understanding, and only saw the side on the prescribed day, recounting the mother and son.

Then, from a young age without a knee, grew up and have a lot of rules across, and they have some mother and son relationship can be described, and every time they meet, it is just a scene.

“Okay, let’s go down first!”Now is not the time for the sad spring and autumn, Mo hastily opened the topic.

“Hmm.”Fang Yao withdrew from his arms, wiped the rain on his face, mixed the water beads of tears, and untied the rattan on his body, as was the ink, but the hand just moved to the wound.Before tugging on Fang Yao's pain to the extreme numbness, but not feeling the pain, and now slow down God, it feels amazing pain.

"How is it?"Is it okay?”Fang Yao subconsciously wanted to examine his wound, and Mo took a step back: “It doesn’t matter...”

"I'm a doctor, let me see."This time, Fang Yao insisted.However, the retreat of the ink did not obediently go to her to let her check.Fang Yao had to approach him, just stepped at the foot of a stumbling, and fell straight to the ground.Mo left surprised and hurriedly picked up her body: “What’s wrong?”

“The feet seem to be turning!”Fang Yao finished, Mo immediately to pull off the corner of her pants: "Let me see!"

Just now Fang Yao also insisted on looking at his wounds and he did not let him, and now he checked her in turn very quickly.

Overbearing!

Fang Yao held her breath in her heart and wanted to draw her back, but Mo pulled her away from death, and she was not allowed to move at all.

I saw some bruises and redness on the ground on the feet, and the ink was off for two times, and she saw that she was in pain and wringing her eyebrows: "It should have been when she climbed up, and did not hurt the bones."

"Let's go back to some medicine."Fortunately, there is a falling medicine in the house, Fang Yao thought.

He said, “Can you go back like this?”

I can’t stand still and I want to go home!

"So, go to Mofu first, I'm closer to yours."Mo stood up and squatted down in front of her, “Come up, I’ll carry you down the mountain!”

“You’re behind me?”Fang Yao was surprised.

Today's ink away has repeatedly washed away her three views.Although there is still a lot of Tsinghua and cold pride, although he has removed the alienation and indifference of ordinary people, he is still the young master of Mofu.

He is noble, she is poor!

She was in trouble, he saved, she was angry, he suffered, he cried, he coaxed.

So focused on her good ink, everywhere with tender ink, she was about to know.

“What’s the matter, hurry up!”Mo left her standing still for half a day and shouted back, "It's not that I haven't turned my back on you!"

Just now under the cliff, he did not carry her like this.

Fang Yao murmured: "The situation is different, the previous situation, we have no choice!"

“Do you have a choice now?Tell me, can you go down this mountain yourself or what?”

“I can...”

The word had just sprung a note, and the ink came from the sharp eyes, with a little inbearance.Fang Yao, a spirit of excitation returned to God, and he was like this, as if the familiar indifferent ink had returned.

Fang Yao did not dare to say anything more, climbed up his back mechanically, and was still struggling in his heart: "Your injury..."

“Go back and deal with it.”

The attitude of Mo Wei listened to a little cold, but it was actually urgent.

Again, he did not want to go, can climb up to the limit, back to her down the mountain is just want to spell the last breath.

The cold and hot ink left Fang Yao a little unbearable.

He was so cold that he did not want to be close, and he did not dare to be close to him.

What a death!

Fang Yao, who lay on his back and trembled, did not say a word, silently left her back to the direction of the Mofu.

The rain is still falling, and the bodies of both are wet, which also adds a lot of difficulty to the way home.

The grass is slippery, the slate is slippery, the mud is slippery.Every step, you can feel the body of ink swinging, every time she feels to fall into the waiting, and steadily return to his back.

His body was not very strong, or even thin, but at this moment she lay on his shoulder, as if it were the warmest and most reliable place in the world, giving her a sense of security.

Fang Yao's heart warm, real, this sense of security has the feeling of being taken care of, like a lover of a previous life.

If it is not a round of mind away from Mo, perhaps it will be good to have a partner like him in the future, Fang Yao secretly thought.After thinking about it, she felt incredible, she actually imagined Mo Shi as a lover, she was an old girl who ran three!

Thinking about it, Fang Yao suddenly collapsed inside.

With an eleven-and-twelve-year-old baby face, dressed as a weak one in front of Mo, her old face, which was nearly thirty years old in the wind and the sun, was too thick.

All the way to the shame back to the Mofu, the Mo family has not yet returned, only Mo Xuan standing at the door to look at the bar.

Seeing the two of them, they looked at each other and rushed over quickly: “Brother, Yao Er sister, you are finally back!”

At this time, the sky was almost dark, and although the rain was falling, the clouds had dispersed.

Mo left to put down Fang Yao and said, “Go to my room and I will find you clothes!”

“All right.”

He looked at Mo Xuan while holding Fang Yao, "Little white body wet, you lead it to the kitchen to roast the fire, warm up."

The rain at the end of spring, with a cold chill, was not to be taken lightly.

“Oh.”Mo Xuan responded well, but the eye beads were looking at Fang Yao and Mo left, his eyes were full of worry, and the two of them were soaked all over their bodies!

"Don't worry, just change your clothes."Mo left to see his brother’s concern to reassure him.

"Oh, I know."Mo Xuan was relieved to lead the little white back down.

Fang Yao all the way back to his room, Mo left to find two clothes, are thousands of old clothes, the palace is only her clothes barely able to wear, the rest are men's.

Fang Yao also has nothing to be picky about, and now his whole body is too cold to die, and it is good to have clean clothes.

“You have to change it too!”She came out from behind the screen, looked at her turquoise dress, I don't know whether it was frozen or how, the small face was particularly white, the two eyes looked at him brilliantly, like the stars in the sky, and the ink away found that Fang Yao was actually very good, the five senses were small, especially the eyes were particularly bright and divine.

“Your hair,” he said, pointing to Fang Yao’s head and wondering, “Why comb a Dao’s bun?”

Even though this bun looks pretty good too.

Fang Yao listened and wanted to spray blood: “This is the head of the ball, okay?”Do you understand the head?”

Obviously, it was the most popular hairstyle in and overseas in her era, and he became an aunt in his mouth.

So that’s the difference!

Thousands of years of difference!