Destined To Love You

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But he was like a block of ice that couldn't be covered, and he didn't move at all. Just now when he hugged himself, Meng Ting felt his heartbeat. It was obviously fast, but now he coldly called someone to take her away.

She stood there, unable to understand him for the first time.

The person in charge quickly came in with a flashlight, and then heard to Meng: "Miss, I will take you out, rest assured, don't be afraid, the ghosts here are all pretending to be the staff." He is a naive middle-aged man with a very attitude. mild.

Jiang Ren stood still from beginning to end.

She seemed to be planning to watch her go with others.

She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes met. He didn't move his eyes, but he didn't move at all.

Meng Ting bit her lip, she looked at Jiang Ren: "Will you take me out?"

Jiang Ren wanted to laugh for a moment.

He took her out? It was not the night she was drunk, even if it was dark in the haunted house, as long as she could see it, she could see that his walking posture was different from that of ordinary people.

Limped and embarrassed.

He also really laughed: "I used to chase you, but now it's your turn to bear me?"

This is ugly. It's not a good thing to hear.

A girl who is arrogant can't stand it, but she is not arrogant, and sometimes feelings are two people's affairs. Jiang Ren kept chasing after him, she should always approach him a little bit, besides, she didn't know what hurt Jiang had endured, she was worried.

Therefore, although Meng heard that he was sad, he nodded, with a sweet tone: "Well, I can't bear you, so you don't want to leave, OK?"

She took a few steps forward, instead of walking with the person in charge, holding his hand.

He has distinct knuckles, with the unique coldness of winter.

"Take me out, Jiang Ren." She looked up at him, obediently and expectantly.

Who is willing to say something bad?

The little hand in his palm was weak and warm, and he squeezed her hand tightly, so hard that it hurt.

"Good." Jiang Ren's tone was cold and desolate.

Meng Ting looked at it in surprise, and ran into a pair of flushing eyes.

He became ill.

Meng Ting didn't have time to be surprised, and he didn't understand why Jiang Ren got sick because he didn't do anything.

This disease is obviously only when his emotions are extreme that he can't control it.

But the next second she understood.

The boy almost held her tightly and pulled her forward. With bulging veins on the back of his hand and expressionless face, he strode forward.

Pull her forward with a speed she can't keep up.

Regardless of it, take her away with a frustrated attitude.

The faster the speed, the more obvious the mutilation of his foot.

Even though she stumbled, her pace was normal. And he...

Meng Ting's eyes lowered and landed on his obviously problematic right leg. For a moment, she could only hear her heavy heartbeat, and again and again, the apex of her heart was aching.