Naughty Reborn Cute Wife

See Mo lengqing's bodyguards with the security clearance, Luoluo also had to leave.

In the moment of passing by with Mo Leng Qing, I don't know who squeezed him. Luo Luo's body tilts, but unexpectedly, he jumps directly on Mo Leng Qing.

The man's powerful arm was around her waist.

"How do you walk?" One side of the bodyguard frowned coldly, covetously looking at Luo Luo, in addition, up and down to check the ink cold engine, "ink, are you ok?"

"I'm sorry." Luo Luo's throat overflowed with a faint male voice.

Mo lengqing also let him go, "it doesn't matter. "

Mo lengqing's indifferent eyes fell on the young man, but he was a little absent-minded.

Under his black cap, he has a very clean and sunny face. It gives people the feeling that he is a young man with a clear wind and a bright moon. Like a piece of jade, he is clean and thorough, but in the warmth, he also shows a suppressed pride.

This face is certainly amazing, but what really makes Mo lengqing stunned is that pair of completely strange but relatively familiar eyes.

This pair of peach blossom eyes, with feminine feminine beauty, seems to carry the scenery of all things in the world.

This pair of eyes, Mo lengqing is the first time to see.

But why, this young man, is so familiar to him?

A complete stranger, a complete stranger's face, a complete stranger's temperament

Combined together, but there is a kind of deja vu taste.

"Have we met somewhere? "

Mo lengqing opened his mouth in a deep voice.

"Well," the boy touched his nose and said with a smile, "how can I ever see a character like Mr. Mo?"

"It's getting late. I have something else to do. I'll go first."

Without waiting for Mo lengqing to reply, Luo Luo follows the little leaves down the mountain and disappears in the vast sea of people.

Looking at the boy's disappearing back, the waves flashed through his eyes, and he felt thoughtful.

Maybe he really thinks too much.

Back to God, Mo lengqing's deep eyes passed through the sea of lilies, and finally fell on the tombstone.

On the blue gray tombstone, there is a small picture.

In the photo, a woman smiles lazily and wantonly, just like a lazy cat, with a natural charm and unique female temperament.

Ink cold Qing step by step to the tombstone, each step, heavy steps.

All his bodyguards and assistants stepped back to the plane and did not dare to disturb him. At the moment, there was only one person and one tombstone in the huge cemetery.

Only the tombstones of Mo Leng Qing and Ye Ling are left around. Mo Leng Qing's mask, which is always cool and precious, is also smashed in the process of gradually moving towards the tombstone.

The color of pain spread on his face and flooded his whole body like a tide.

It hurts.

Heart is painful, body is painful, even breathing is painful.

Fingers inch by inch stroked the small photos, ink cold Qing Mou, the brew of crazy regret, pain color, and dispirited.

He was wrong.

The most regretful thing in his life was that he was thousands of miles away on the day of Ye Ling's death.

If he could leave those official business and come to her to guard her that day, maybe it would not be like this

Ye Ling, I miss you.

Can you hear me?

……

At the same time, Luo went down the mountain.

Sitting in a taxi, Luo Luo's heart seems to be stung by something. The pain is extensive in his heart.

Covering his heart, Luo Luo leans on the seat of the car, takes a few deep breaths, and slows down.

What flashed across her head were the pictures of her embracing Mo lengqing and her eyes facing each other.