Chapter 125 Expressing his feelings-
The first time he heard him express his affection for her so clearly, Song Weichen was a little confused.
“Did I hear you right? Can you say it again?”
“I said I like you, Song Weichen, very, very much. I tried my best to restrain myself but still lost control. I had no choice. If I don’t like you, I can’t help you and Gu Cang Yue go against my will.”
“I am a real failure in emotional matters. I am secretive, awkward, and don’t dare to say what I like. Instead of expressing myself, I said a lot of hurtful things to you. I couldn’t bear to see you with him, and I wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong and let him go. In fact, I was just deceiving myself. When I saw you at the door yesterday... I was going crazy. I..."
Song Weichen couldn't hold it in anymore after hearing this, and cleared his throat, "Mr. Mo, wait a moment, is there a possibility that you are also crazy now? You haven't been feeling well since last night. You always, cough, Or should I take the time to see a psychiatrist?"
Mo Tingfeng was stunned, feeling helpless and funny. He could no longer express his feelings, and it was obvious that she had "interrupted the spell".
“Do you think my behavior last night was particularly ridiculous?”
“Yes, like a primary school chicken.”
“What chicken?”
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"It just means extremely childish. It doesn't match your status at all."
Mo Tingfeng felt a little sad. He took his cloak from the side and put it on Song Weichen, and tied it for her gently. Put on the strap. He touched her hands and felt cold, so he grabbed them both and put them in his palms to cover them.
"I'm sorry to make you laugh. I think it's funny myself."
"I...I have lived a long life, but I know nothing about love."
"Sang Pu once told me that 'a husband who makes a promise will be distrustful', so I thought I didn't express love, but you can see from my actions that I love you everywhere. I was wrong, in your feelings There may be a lot of damage.”
Knowing that there is no solution to the restraint on killing love, he should let her go at the right time if he is good to her, but people are always so contradictory. One second he forces himself to say all the cruel words, but the next second he just wants to fight for life and death.
Just now, Mo Tingfeng suddenly wanted to understand something. What cannot be restrained is love.
Love never makes people sane.
Being lost, having random thoughts, being sensitive and suspicious, having inexplicable and unreasonable possessiveness, and being rational but acting even more insane, this is love.
He won’t let go, never let go! Why care about the outcome? Just entrust your sincerity to her and leave the rest to fate.
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“It wasn’t Guyu who put the quilt on me last night, it was you, right?”
“When it rained, I was afraid that you would have another nightmare and kick off the quilt to catch the cold, so I kept watch.”
“When did you know that I could kick the quilt off?”
He smiled, “The first night you came to my house, I covered you with the quilt eleven times, what do you think? ?”
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“You often dragged me to the dining hall for a while, not because you wanted to eat, but because you were afraid that I would have low blood sugar again, right?”
“Actually, I want to drag you there right now. Shantang, last time you made me the black-bone chicken medicinal meal, this time I will make it for you - I specially learned the appetizer hawthorn cake for you, but I never had the chance to make it for you."
Mo Tingfeng. He raised his hand to perform the technique, and the golden sand-like substance made up his name, which quickly disappeared into Song Weichen's lips. He once again set up a name calling ban for her.
"From now on, if you need me, just call me by my name, and I will appear instantly no matter where you are, remember?"
Song Weichen stared carefully into Mo Tingfeng's eyes. There was no one else in his pupils except her.
Of course she knows that he cares about her, although sometimes caring can lead to confusion, although sometimes he is domineering and arrogant, although sometimes he is self-defeating, but after all, he cares from the bottom of his heart. But she wasn't sure whether that concern was for her or for the shadow from thousands of years ago.
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“The only person you told Ruan Mianmian that you loved was Sang Pu from beginning to end. Why do you want to change your story now?”
“You said before that you were the one. Sang Pu is the one I have been waiting for for thousands of years. Why do you want to change your story now? ""Yes, I changed my story. I am Song Weichen and I have nothing to do with Sang Pu. Do you still like me?"
“I like it.”
“But if she and I were in front of you at the same time, and you could only choose one to like, would you still like me?”
“Wei Wei, This is a false proposition, just like you asked me whether I prefer you before the stick of incense or you now. I like you no matter what."
Song Weichen shook his head slightly and stepped back. took a step and said, "No, it's not."
"I ask you, if one day you completely forget everything about her, will you still like me so much?"
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Mo Tingfeng was silent, and everything about Sang Pu was imprinted on her. It was deep in his bones how he could possibly forget her. If he just wanted to make Song Weichen happy, he could just tell her what she wanted to hear, but he didn't want to give a perfunctory answer against his will.
It's like Song Weichen now forgets about Sang Pu and falls in love with another man because he doesn't have much memory of Sang Pu. The reality is cruel and cannot withstand scrutiny.
“Why do you have to make it so clear? You are the same person.”
"Why do you have to confuse us? We are different people."
Song Weichen felt faintly disappointed. She didn't know where the disappointment came from, so she took off her cloak and gave it back to Mo Tingfeng.
"I'm quite confused, and maybe you are too. I think... we can talk about it one day after you are absolutely sure that you like me, not that shadow."
Song Weichen returned to her room and put on women's clothes, becoming "Piano Master Sang Pu" again. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, and for the first time she seriously felt that she should change her name.
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Ding Heran received a message from Mo Tingfeng and entered Tingfeng Mansion again with a bunch of people and cats. When he saw Mo Tingfeng sitting at the table reading a book, he cautiously said hello, "Sir, let's start then?" "
"Well, let's start the search from here. I'll stay next door." As he said that, he stood up and walked towards Wuqingju."
"Where's Brother Wei? I seemed to have seen him when I came in before, and he was right next to the adults. Could it be that I'm dazzled?" Ye Wujiu, the foolish warrior, is really not afraid of death.
"Your eyes are not blurry, but your mind is blocked. Work!" Ding Heran gave him a blow on the head, thought about it and then stretched out his hand to rub it, for fear of beating him more. stupid.
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When Mo Tingfeng arrived at Wuqingju, the two of them felt a little uncomfortable meeting again because of their confession just now. One was reading the files quietly, while the other was lying on the table drawing cartoon figures, pretending to be in peace.
But she was right next to him, so he couldn't see through it. He was clearly using the file as a cover to secretly examine her while thinking about what she had just asked. If he had forgotten everything about Sang Pu, he would still like her. Her?
What does this little liar have to do to be so clear-cut?
While he was lost in thought, he heard Song Weichen coughing slightly. He quickly got up to take care of him, but he caught a cold again? It shouldn't be, she slept peacefully all night and waited until dawn for him to leave.
Song Weichen coughed more and more violently, until he vomited blood and it dripped down his fingers before he managed to stop. He was suddenly so weak that he could not sit still.
Mo Tingfeng let her lean on him, took out the medicine that Zhuang Yuheng had asked Ruan Mianmian to bring to Baipao earlier, let her take it, and carefully wiped the blood stains on her hands clean.
“Wei Wei, be obedient, let’s go and decode the seal first, okay? We really can’t delay it any longer. I feel really bad for you to be like this.” The girl was killed... Let’s break the illusion. I don’t want you to see her again.”
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Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Ding Heran’s voice came from outside. "Sir! I found something on the roof, could you please move?"
Seeing Mo Tingfeng looking at him with hesitation and concern, Song Weichen tried his best to smile and said, "I want to sleep for a while. You can go. I'm much better after taking medicine."
After Mo Tingfeng left, she Thinking that he would search Wu Qingju soon, he would definitely not be able to sleep, and he was really sleepy, so he might as well...go to the room that Big Bird had booked for himself in Wangyue Tower, sleep for a while, and then ask him about the progress of the search when he came back in the evening. Not too late.
Making up her mind, she quietly left the house while everyone was busy and unprepared.
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It was already dusk when she woke up from the room on the top floor of Wangyue Building. Maybe Zhuang Yuheng's new medicine had a soothing effect, but she didn't have that nightmare anymore.
She gently locked the door and went out to go home. Since there were very few guests on the exclusive floor, she didn't meet anyone along the way. Gu Cangyue must have considered the issue of identity privacy when booking a room. He was always careful.
I haven't seen Boss Shu for a long time, and I don't know what he has been busy with recently... Song Weichen was lost in thought, and he didn't realize that there was a man quietly behind him.
The man followed him, holding a piece of white silk stained with drug in his hand, and suddenly covered Song Weichen's mouth and nose at the corner at the end of the corridor!