Although she is injured, Lin Mo-chen still pays great attention to her image. Her long hair is exquisite, hanging down on her chest and curled at the end.
"Mo Chen, you’re here." Tang poetry is slightly sweet.
Lin Mochen’s handsome face is calm and even sounds are calm waves. "Tang poetry, can I talk to you alone?"
"Good," said Lin Moyang, a Tang poet who looked aside and looked at the latter lightly, worried and sweet. "Moyang, I want to eat peach shortcake. Can you buy some for me?"
Tang poetry euphemistically separated Lin Moyang.
"Tang poetry" Lin Moyang is somewhat disobedient.
"Mo Chen, look at me here, you can rest assured." Tang poetry waved his hands at him.
Lin Moyang looked at Lin Mochen because he was here, so he didn’t feel at ease, okay? However, the Tang poetry has already spoken, and he left and walked out of the ward to give them alone.
After Lin Moyang left, Lin Mochen threw the news that he was holding her in his arms in front of her. This is the newspaper he took from Chu Heng’s office.
"What is this?" Tang poetry saw a piece of paper fall on her sheet.
"You have a good look and you will know." Lin Mochen’s tone is cold. "But it’s a headline to send you to the hospital. This also makes my wife feel humiliated."
Tang poetry looked at Lin Mo-chen with a face of disapproval and then dropped the line of sight to the headlines.
She glanced at it in a hurry, but her face turned paler because of this report, and her eyes also aroused the storm.
She grabbed the newspaper with her hand and said angrily, "That’s not the case with Mohsen."
"That’s not the case with things. I want you to clarify the truth." Lin Mo-chen’s deep eyes are densely covered with thorns, which will be pierced at a glance.
Tang poetry bit his white lip. "I went to clarify and cleared her, so I have to take the blame, right?"
"If you don’t move any more, you shouldn’t have a mind. Who will pour dirty water on you, Miss Tang?" Lin Mo’s thin lips are cold and light, with a sneer. "Tang poetry, you are so smart and grew up with my grandfather. You should learn from him. I believe you can wash yourself white."
Lin Mochen is nothing more than the greatest harm to Tang poetry.
"Ink minister I humble down orphan girl what can I do? Grandpa, he’s just taking care of me because I’m alone. You can’t be so cruel to me. You can’t do this to me because of her! " Tang poetry is very wronged. "If you come first, I am your fiancee. She is said to be a mistress." Why should I help a woman who stole the man I love to clarify? "
Tang poetry was red-eyed and stubbornly opened its beautiful eyes.
"Tang poetry! I should know that I never promised my grandfather to marry you, nor did I accept that you are my fiancee. It was all your wishful thinking. "Lin Mochen refused at that time." I will give you one last chance in Tang poetry. If you take the initiative to solve this matter, it is best to keep your final dignity for yourself. If you don’t solve it, then I will try my best. Then don’t blame me for being cruel. "
"I am also a victim, but you keep asking me to solve it. Do you suspect that this matter is me?" Tang poetry is a reaction. "What evidence do you have!"
"I don’t need evidence. I intuitively know what happened last night. You and I both know that it was taken out of context in just a few hours. If it weren’t for you, it wouldn’t be like this. The most suspect is you! Because there are parties, you and I, "Lin Mo-chen was a little saddened by the change of Tang poetry" because you are no longer worthy of my letter "
The tears in the eyes of Tang poetry accumulated more and more until they filled the whole eyes, until the eyes could no longer bear the accumulation of tears, and then fell rapidly from the eyes.
She looked at Lin Mo-chen’s heart like this, and there was a sharp sting again and again.
"Ink minister I love you is wrong? Why do you want to do this to me? " Tang poetry asked him that tears kept falling like broken pearls.
"Then what do you want to do that to my wife? She is embarrassed! " Lin Mo-chen looked at the pear flower with rain, and the Tang poetry couldn’t show any sympathy for him. "Choosing her as my wife means that I pulled her into my world. I owe you. If you want to vent, just come at me. I won’t fight back! But I won’t allow anyone to touch a hair of her, or I will fight back against Tang poetry ten million times, remember! "
"You know I can’t be with you …" How can I hurt him if she doesn’t love him? "To hurt you is to hurt myself."
"You don’t have to take me so seriously. If you don’t hurt me, I’ll show no mercy to her." I’ll give you an hour, and if the storm doesn’t calm down after one hour, I’ll settle it myself! "
Lin Mo-chen’s last tone is also nai. He doesn’t want to go to the present situation with Tang poetry.
This is not his intention. If the Tang poetry is still the sister of Anfen, then he will not do anything.
"Lin Mochen!" Tang poetry watched him turn around, his back was tall and straight, and his hair was like pine and cypress. She always chased him behind him and looked up at him. "Don’t push me!"
"You forced me" Lin Mochen left without looking back.
Lin Mo-chen opened the ward door and watched Lin Mo-yang. He didn’t leave and kept guarding the door. He didn’t trust Lin Mo-chen to get along with Tang poetry alone.
His cold eyes stared at Lin Mo-chen as if they had been quenched with venom.
"Eldest brother, since you left last night, since you called me and asked me to take care of the Tang poetry, what are you doing back? What on earth do you mean? " Lin Moyang suppressed the displeasure and anger in his voice. "If you don’t want Tang poetry to have hope for you, then her world will not disturb her heart! If you want to play with her and enjoy people’s happiness, I won’t agree! "
Lin Mochen’s pupil is as cold as a needle tip. "You are mistaken. The Tang poetry has always wanted to disturb my wife and me, and this is between me and the Tang poetry. If you have something to do, I will not only give you a big gift, but also wish you a hundred years of harmony!"
-digression–
It depends on whether Tang poetry will continue to die or make wise choices.
15 whoever hurts my wife is my enemy.
Lin Mo-chen’s generosity in saying such things is expected by Lin Mo-yang, but he will feel sad and happy at the thought of hearing such things in Tang poetry, but he will feel pain because of it.
He felt unworthy of Tang poetry, generally regretting that she had been infatuated for more than ten years. If it were him, he would never make Tang poetry so sad and uncomfortable.
However, the Tang poetry has not yet been chosen. He is preoccupied with Lin Mo-chen. She has been chasing after Lin Mo-chen since she was a child. When he was a child, he was withdrawn and didn’t like to talk or communicate with his lover. He just hid behind a tree or watched the Tang poetry pestering Lin Mo-chen from the window.
On how Lin Mo-chen dislikes her, she never gives up.
This situation lasted until Lin Mochen went to middle school and then lived outside for a week or a month before coming back.
Since then, Tang poetry has no one to pester him to sit alone in the garden, and he also silently accompanies her. Tang poetry has no playmates, and gradually he begins to talk and play.
Tang poetry grew up with him more than Lin Mochen, and they were really childhood friends.
However, in Tang poetry, she and Lin Mochen have always been recognized as childhood friends.
Section 93
"A hundred years together?" Lin Moyang gently sneered at "You know that her lover in Tang poetry is you! How dare you say such thing? "
"I know that that person who is most suitable for her and will give her happiness is you!" Lin Mochen stared at Lin Mochen’s complicated and melancholy eyes. "You pushed her to me to make her happy, which is equivalent to pushing her to hurt. Because I am married and have a wife, I can’t still have his thoughts on my wife. I have such a big heart that I can’t hold too many people. If you really love her, you should not push her to hurt, but protect her from harm."
"Lin Moyang, if you are a man, you should take the initiative to make her white. You are her best choice instead of helping her like this." Lin Mohen advised him. "Did you watch the news today? The scandal of slandering my wife is that Tang Shijie is not good for her. Her sister and my wife, I’m sure, are on my wife’s side. Whoever hurts my wife is my enemy. Think about it and persuade her to let go and don’t lift a stone to hit her own foot. "
Lin Mo-chen said earnestly, if he can convince Lin Mo-yang, if he can promote Lin Mo-yang and Tang poetry, then he will have one less enemy, and he and Lu will be at peace.
"I gave the Tang poetry an hour to think about calming the storm, or wait for me to fight back. I hope you can be more rational than the Tang poetry."
Lin Mo-chen stepped over Lin Mo-yang and walked steadily to the ladder.
Lin Mo Yang turned to look at Lin Mo Chen leaving back and frowned thoughtfully.
Lin Mochen entered the ladder and left from the inpatient department.
He went to the parking lot, got out of the car, took out his new mobile phone and dialed Lin’s words.
Two words rang. It was Ping Bo, the housekeeper of Lin family.