You look so beautiful when you cry [Quick Transmigration]

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

"I am the mistress of this house!"

"How dare you!"

The shrill voice of the woman could be heard from the door.

The young man just twitched his lips, took off the windbreaker he was wearing, and someone immediately stepped forward to take it.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The woman with disheveled hair ran down the stairs on the second floor, as if a ghost was chasing her, and even fell in embarrassment during the process.

The young man looked at him coldly, unable to discern his emotions in his dark eyes.

When the woman saw him, her eyes suddenly widened, and her movements stopped abruptly.

Several people chasing after her controlled her.

The woman was in a daze for a short time. Looking at the young man, she cursed again, "Who allowed you to stand!" She wanted to reach out to grab the ornaments next to her, but the people behind her firmly controlled her body. One of them took out the sedative, and the needle tip was about to pierce her skin.

The young man raised his hand to stop the man's movement.

"Yo," he looked at her, somehow the hatred that was almost overflowing in his heart disappeared, "you are not dead yet."

After walking a few steps towards her, the young man looked down at her, his nominal 'mother', "What, you want to hit me?"

The woman struggled, with a ferocious expression on her face, like a crazy beast.

"Han Jing! I should strangle you to death! Go to hell! Go to hell!" Cursing her child, the woman went crazy.

Han Jing pulled out a smile. He laughed at her for being unable to see the current situation clearly, and for thinking that she was the child who was powerless to resist.

With a wave of his hand, the sedative was injected into the woman's body, she fell into a coma, and was dragged back to her room by the nurse.

Han Jing was still smiling, as if his mood hadn't changed in any way.

Looking up to the second floor, Han Jing narrowed his eyes.

It's really stupid to think about it, this is just a weak woman.

It's not worth getting your hands dirty for her.

Han Jing hasn't been back here for a long time.

But I can still vaguely remember the feeling of holding the knife back then.

Just a little bit, I rushed in and cut a few holes in that damn bitch, so that she couldn't hurt me again...

But he eventually gave up.

because of one person.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The corners of Han Jing's mouth became more curved in the haze of smoke, and the expression on his face gradually became a little strangely intoxicated.

Who told Moxi to show that expression~

Mo Xi, who lost everything and could only cry and rely on himself, couldn't refuse at all~

Han Jing's breathing became slightly heavier. Realizing the changes in his body, he bit the cigarette holder a little annoyed.

He was never someone who would suppress himself, only Mo Xi made him endure for nearly ten years.

Ten years ago, Han Jing was 16 years old, fed up with the suppressed hatred in his heart, and determined to end it all.

It was an evening dyed red by the setting sun, and Han Jing was sitting by the window of his room, waiting for the woman who was supposed to be the 'mother' to come back.

He was holding a sharp knife and sharpening it slowly and carefully, as if he could hear the woman's screams in his ears.

When the sun was about to set, Han Jing accidentally saw a figure curled up at the gate.

—It’s that guy.

Completely different from himself, the innocent young master who is doted on by the heavens.

Han Jing clenched the knife tightly and laughed brightly.

He thought again of how he felt when he was ordered to 'get along' with that guy.

Jealousy, anger.

That guy's blood will also be warm.

Han Jing walked towards him with brisk steps, even humming an unknown tune unconsciously.

"Mo Shao?"

Han Jing's tone was very intimate, but what he thought of was that the person in front of him was very different from himself.

That person seems to be born to be admired by all the stars, it's really... an eyesore.

The killing intent was compressed in his heart, and Han Jing's smile became even brighter.

Then he saw the man look up.

At that moment, Han Jing's smile froze on his face.

He's... crying.

No, it's not just as simple as shedding tears, the aloof and proud son of heaven, as if he was about to collapse, showed an expression of despair and pain.

It's a disturbing scene.

However, Han Jing thought of it.

【so beautiful. 】

Han Jing never felt that there was anything worth nostalgic about in this world.

But when he saw Mo Xi at this moment, he felt happy unconsciously.

"Mo...Xi?" Han Jing's fingers were numb, he forgot the knife hidden in his pocket, walked to Mo Xi's side tremblingly excitedly, and watched his expression at the moment more closely.

Moxi's tears were like broken beads. He was immersed in sadness and didn't notice Han Jing's abnormality. There was only a mist in front of his eyes, and his legs seemed to lose strength, and he knelt down on the ground.

The clean white clothes on his body were dirty, like a white bird that fell from the sky and could never return to the nine heavens.

He covered his face, the pain of losing his parents made him unable to speak a word, let alone tears.How could he tell his friends that he was kicked out of his own home.

From today on, the little prince has nothing to rely on.

He will never see his parents again, and he is tired and hungry as he is penniless. This is just one day, what will he do after that.

Han Jing knelt down halfway, pulled his hands apart forcefully, and suddenly found that Moxi's wrist was so thin that it would break if folded.

Without the cover of his arm, he saw Mo Xi with tears all over his face.

The transparent drops of water slid down his cheeks, and Han Jing's eyes followed it until it slipped into Mo Xi's collar.

Han Jing swallowed unconsciously.

[I really want to lick it. 】

Before he could put the action into reality, Mo Xi suddenly jumped at him and hugged him.

Mo Xi seemed to just need a hug, he whimpered in a low voice, his voice muffled.

Han Jing turned his head and took a deep breath.

I have never noticed before that this young master exudes a fragrance.

Feeling the warmth of Moxi embracing him, a spark rekindled in Han Jing's heart.

Like a dark road, suddenly there is a little light.

So appealing.

Han Jinghui hugged Mo Xi, but his eyes were on the woman with a ferocious face who was walking towards him.

Suddenly, I feel that you are nothing more than that.

Why get my hands dirty for you.

Now... I am being relied on.

The author has something to say:

Moshi (shocked): Change!abnormal!

Han Jing (innocent): Who told Momo to seduce me~

Mo Xi (angry): Shame on you!

Su Qiao (staring): He doesn't want it.

Author: Ahem~Although it's a bit of a joke, but this week's goal Han Jing has not been blackened!Not blackened!Not blackened!Say the important thing three times~ If the product turns black... Alas~ Moxi~ Let's ask for blessings~ Come on~ Let's place a bet~ Su Qiao vs Han Jing~ Buy it and leave it~ Thank you for voting for me The little angel who issued the overlord ticket or the irrigation nutrient solution~

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6 bottles of Mu; 1 bottle of Rabbit;

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