Under the dim light, every face looks hazy. Coupled with the high music from time to time, the people in the whole bar are either chatting or drunk. Here they can hide their usual troubles.

Ning Muchen didn't see the bottom of the wine cup in his hand. He was stuffy and full. One cup after another was cruel. Properly, it was like becoming someone else's prey.

It's just that Ning Muchen didn't come alone. In her nearby position, Su Tan stood there and always sincerely guarded her safety. All harassers are not allowed to approach.

"Why... Why can't he like me a little because I'm so similar to her? Why... "

Su Mu asked as like as two peas in the morning, looking at the glass, she was obviously the same person. Why can't she love her?

"Boss, Miss Su is getting drunk at muse. Bar."

The bodyguard who always pays attention to Su Muchen's trend sends her status to Ao Jingmo through the contact.

After Ao Jingmo was afraid of rejecting her, she sent her bodyguards to stare at her. Unexpectedly, she really went.

Ao Jingmo, who was processing the documents, hesitated for a moment and still put down what he was doing to find her. The chaotic place like the bar is really not suitable for her to stay.

Ao Jingmo drove to muse. Bar. Under the dim light, he saw Ning Muchen's position at a glance. Fortunately, Su Tan was guarding her, otherwise he didn't know how many "wolves" were going to rush in front of her.

Ao Jingmo walks to Ning Muchen. Su Tan knows him and nods to him.

"Go." Ao Jingmo took laning Muchen's hand. When he heard his voice, Ning Muchen thought he was auditory hallucination, but he didn't know whose hand it was.

He directly reached out and grabbed Ao Jingmo's arm. As soon as he turned his mouth, he began to cry.

As like as two peas bad ass, he love me. He love me. But what I love is others. When we are exactly alike, we can't like me a little.

Ao Jingmo listened to her nagging intermittently, and his eyebrows could not help wrinkling. In his mind, he couldn't help thinking of someone a long time ago.

She looks the same as her, her character is similar, and she will say a lot with some annoyance. They are really similar. There is always an illusion that she hasn't left yet.

Ning Muchen was a little more excited, and suddenly stood up and accused Ao Jingmo in public, "you are a scum man! I'm the one around you! Why do you focus on her! "

Her voice was so broken that the singing team stopped the song on the stage, and all their eyes focused on them.

"It's really hard to judge by appearance. It seems that such a gentle and handsome man still doesn't know a good girl. Such a good sister doesn't look at it."

"Isn't that the character of a man? The person in front of you who can get the tentacle clearly has to care about the cinnabar mole. It's a man who doesn't understand how to cherish! "

Sister Yigan looked at Ao Jingmo and really despised him with indignation. Even if some men wanted to say something, they would stop it with a look in their eyes.

Ao Jingmo couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he listened to these words. He wouldn't listen to them at all, but what he had to care about was Ning Muchen.

However, if Ning Muchen was in this state before, Ao Jingmo also felt that he could not communicate normally. He directly bent down and carried Ning Muchen on his shoulder and took him out of the bar.

Su Tan keeps a safe distance behind him. It's their business anyway. He just needs to keep silent all the time.

"You let go of me! You let go of me! "

Ning Muchen was surprised and began to struggle. Ao Jingmo ignored her directly, stuffed her into the car and drove all the way back to his house.

Ning Muchen, who had been making trouble for a long time, didn't get a response from Ao Jingmo. However, all the trouble was a feeling of beating on soft cotton, and he was more and more wronged in his heart.

The more wronged he was, Ning Muchen, who had no place to discount, finally cried. Suddenly, he cried loudly and scared Ao Jingmo.

He was not afraid of Ao Jingmo and was afraid of girls crying. However, he still endured his mentality, increased the speed to the fastest all the way and parked the car downstairs.

"Wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu ~"

When he opened the door, Ning Muchen held his legs and buried his head in tears. The usual neat and elegant appearance no longer existed. Ao Jingmo could only sigh.

He reached in and took her out. He went all the way into the house, put her on the sofa, wiped her tears and nose with a paper towel, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Although the person in that picture looks the same as you, you are not the same person. I love her very much. It is estimated that I will love others as much as I love her."

Ao Jingmo's words have a rare emotional exposure. It is an infinite and continuous feeling full of nostalgia. It has always been as strong as him, and it is rare and gentle.

Ning Muchen was attracted by his voice and feelings. When she was in the car, she was almost sober. She knew that Ao Jingmo took her away. At that time, Hou was still very happy.

But now when he talks about old people, Ao Jingmo says:

"She is my beloved wife. What I regret most is that I didn't protect her, so that she was irreparably hurt and even lost her forever."

Ao Jingmo and Ning Muchen looked at each other, and his feelings were accurately transmitted to Ning Muchen. The tenderness of infinite nostalgia and unconscious tenderness reached Ning Muchen's heart.

She could feel that he really loved her.

Anyway, she can't earn this feeling with a dead man.

Ao Jingmo raised his hand and touched her hair. "You are really a good girl. It's a pity that I don't have the best feelings for you."

Without his wife, he would be willing to leave this feeling to Ning Muchen.

Ao Jingmo didn't say such subtext, but Ning Muchen understood it. It's strange. They don't know each other at a good time.

Ning Muchen was addicted to the feelings expressed by AO Jingmo to her. The deep feelings made her couldn't help moving and shed tears for her feelings at the same time.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down his cheeks. Ao Jingmo sighed and took out a paper towel from the tea table to wipe her tears again, ignoring the painful feeling in his heart that he wanted to hold her in his arms.

They were silent in such an atmosphere. Ning Muchen's mobile phone rang unexpectedly. Ning Muchen picked it up and saw that the content was the message sent by Ji Linfan to her.