Tears become uncontrollable with the pain of the heart.

Big drops of tears poured down from his eyes. It was different from just now. It had reached a level that Ning Rongrong couldn't control.

It is said that women are made of water, and Ning Rongrong is the best example.

The pouring tears are completely unstoppable, and there is a growing trend.

Realizing that he was completely unable to stop it, he couldn't help thinking that Tang Muchen couldn't stop looking for other girls. All of a sudden, he was sad from his heart.

She could no longer * live, and the gate of inner pain fell apart like the levee of Jue Hong.

The sound of sobbing increased gradually from a low voice, and the sound of big drops of tears was so loud in the silent room.

Like ripples, it hit Tang Muchen's heart.

It always makes me sad. I hate you most

Go away quickly and don't see me again

Although his hands kept wiping at the corners of his eyes, there were more and more tears, just like too much savings. Now a lot of them leak out.

And because of the agitation, her hands were not light. Soon, her small hands and delicate face continued to rub, and the corners of her eyes showed a ruddy color.

"You look at me."

Tang Muchen's low voice came.

At the same time, his big hand was not idle and took the initiative to hold it to her face.

"Cow, go away."

Ning Rongrong's pronunciation had a thick nasal sound because of crying. For a time, his pronunciation was wrong.

Tang Muchen's big hand was blocked by her small hand.

But Tang Muchen's soul was light, but he didn't admit defeat. He continued to move forward, as if he had to hold her little face.

Rongrong naturally won't agree.

Therefore, a very strange situation appeared in this room.

A crying little girl had red eyes and kept blocking a boy's big hand with her little hand. Instead, she seemed to flirt, forming a strong contrast with her red and swollen eyes.

"You go away."

She stared at him with red beautiful eyes and some anger.

Ning Rongrong's small hand tightly grasped his big hand and didn't let him go on half a step.

But the next moment she knew that the purpose of Tang Muchen, an old love monster, was definitely not for his face, which was felt when Ning Rongrong grabbed his hand.

Because he didn't use any strength at all, he grabbed his hand at will.

In other words, this bastard just wants to catch his hand.

[soul light.]

The heart secretly scolded.

The expression took a strong dislike, and the movement of his hand was not slow at all. He threw it aside at once.

His face glowed with unhappiness.

But the tears on his face did not continue to flow because of these actions.

Looking at Ning Rongrong in front of him, Tang Muchen thought to himself, "sure enough, I still can't see girls crying."

"I am still a man of assassi after all."

His body approached slightly, and he wanted to test Rongrong's idea.

She didn't refuse, or because the crying just now and the action to stop Tang Muchen had consumed most of her strength.

As we all know, Jiao didi girls will lack strength after a big cry. This time is an opportunity for some boys.

Now Tang Muchen is the soul light man who makes people hate to gnash their teeth.

The big hand stretched out quietly. This time, Ning Rongrong did not refuse.

His hands easily put on her delicate white face.

It feels cold, and the skin is delicate and smooth. There is a refreshing fragrance on it.

Tang Muchen's movements were extremely gentle, slightly hugged her cheek and swam slightly upward.

The action is very slow. Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes are wide and staring at Tang Muchen. It seems that she has fallen into some confusion.

Slowly stretched out his thumb and stroked her tears.

His head was close and his eyes were focused. He carefully stroked her tears hanging on her eyes.

"Be obedient and don't cry, will you?"

His voice is very gentle.

She looked at him with a faint confused color. In short, she didn't refuse him.

Tang Muchen's rare tenderness, she also wants to enjoy some.

He didn't go any further, but stroked her round and tight face slightly.

"Sorry."

With a strong sense of guilt, he apologized.

"Huh?"

Ning Rongrong slightly widened his eyes and suddenly broke free from the sadness just now, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

The two have known each other for six years. Ning Rongrong doesn't know how old she was when she loved him, but she must have been used to watching him a long time ago.

She is used to looking up at him behind her, watching his strength and witnessing his growth.

But what has not changed is his absolute power.

No matter who you face, you are indifferent, and no matter who you fight, you can win.

Maybe every girl wants someone to look up to.

But if so, it still can't move her.

What really made her like him was the warm and sincere feelings between the two people and his special attitude towards himself.

All she wanted was his special attitude towards himself.

She didn't understand until she knew about men and women. This is the so-called possessiveness.

However, it was the only thing she could not lose.

Douluo mainland does not object to three wives and four concubines. Even many of her relatives are three wives and four concubines. Tang Muchen's ability to flirt with girls when he was a child is destined not to have only one girlfriend.

She knew and deeply understood this.

But why did he just show such anger? He just saw him hug her waist.

[no, actually, what makes me sad is the infinite tenderness and caution he showed to the girl when he hugged his waist.]

[clearly, this is my power.]

Ning Rongrong fell into the vortex of thinking.

She thought that in the tavern, Tang Muchen slightly hugged her slender waist, his face was full of tenderness, and they looked at each other without saying anything.

But how dazzling it is for myself.

……

And Tang Muchen's big hand on the other side didn't idle down.

Helped her comb the tears on her face, and such a white, plain and beautiful pretty face showed up.

But the red eyes are still red and swollen.

Seeing this, Tang Muchen suddenly came forward and gently approached her slightly closed big eyes.

He stretched out his tongue and licked it slightly.

She can feel, rough and wet.

This action seemed to recall her memory and became a key for her to rely on Tang Muchen.

Slightly empty his body, he still kisses himself wantonly, even if there is a lot of his Ti liquid on his face.

In a trance, I seem to go back to the past one day.

That day, she had a quarrel with her father, who had not seen her for a long time. A man ran out of the door, and it rained heavily in the sky.

The thin rain hit his hair, and the whole person was wet and uncomfortable.

But I still don't go home.

My heart kept blaming my father: I don't want to go to Shrek. I want to go to Wuhun college. I don't want to leave him.

Although I had planned to find a place to live for a long time, I didn't bring my wallet out because of carelessness.

Some sad squatting in a place, looking at the thin rain outside, a sense of sadness flows quietly in my heart.

A cold wind blew and I shivered involuntarily.

It was autumn and October. I was wearing a thin skirt and squatting quietly under the eaves.

There was a lot of traffic outside, but it had nothing to do with me.

Shivering with cold outside, I bowed my head slightly to prevent my little face * from being attacked by the cold wind.

Suddenly footsteps came.

A big hot hand quietly appeared in front of me.

(damn it, I reviewed the world of Shenjiang in primary school today. As a result, I played all day and hurriedly wrote a chapter.)