Outright Favoritism Chapter 1091: : I will never be angry with you in my life

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Yin Mo likes He Chen, but she only depends on him emotionally, but she does not depend on him for the future.

At this time, the atmosphere in the apartment freezes and becomes silent.

Yin Mo doesn't want to quarrel, and doesn't know how to fight.

She has such a personality, gentle and reserved.

Faced with this situation, Yin Mo would only have two choices, leave him coldly, or coax him softly.

So Yin Mo tentatively reached out and pulled He Chen's shirt, "Don't be angry, I won't pick it up."

He Chen felt very uncomfortable, even a little uncomfortable.

He clenched his teeth and looked at Yin Mo, who was the only one, with a deep emotion in his eyes.

He Chen turned around and walked away, taking a long step, even looking ruthless from his back.

Yin Mo's hand just stopped in the air, embarrassingly at a loss.

She stood on the spot, looking at the man's disappearance at the door, and suddenly felt an indescribable grievance and sadness.

Yin Mo lowered his head, arms hanging to his side, confused and not knowing where to go.

She turned around and looked at the contents of the safe. If they were thrown away, would he not be angry?

Yin Mo thought so, but did not act.

She walked over stiffly, squatted down, staring at the safe in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, Yin Mo's erratic eyes gradually settled down, with some firmness.

But as soon as she raised her hand, there were clear and rapid footsteps in the corridor outside the apartment door.

He's back?

Yin Mo's eyes were faintly bright, and as soon as he stood up, He Chen's tall and straight figure came into view.

"You..."

The man walked fast and came to Yin Mo in a stride. He put his big hand on the back of her head and bowed his head and grabbed her lips.

He Chen's breathing was heavy, pushing her teeth away, deepening the kiss continuously.

Yin Mo raised his head and took it, even if the tip of his tongue was painful, he could not make a sound.

Suddenly, her left hand dangling to her side touched a trace of coolness, and she was immediately wrapped in the palm of the man.

That is the ring that was thrown out the window.

He Chen closed his eyes, his forehead pressed against Yin Mo, his voice was unusually dumb, "Baby, I picked up the ring for you."

He gave up and compromised.

Regardless of the origin of the ring, he will give everything she wants.

Yin Mo's heart was still nervous, because of his words, countless unspeakable emotions surged in an instant.

The decisiveness that he had just turned and left was in stark contrast to his current whisper and soft gesture.

Yin Mo's eyes became redder and red, and the gap between the front and back made her feel at a loss.

It may also be that the sweet jujube given after a stick is particularly sweet. She buried her head in He Chen’s arms and muttered choked: "I don’t want it..."

He Chen's heart was pulled into a ball, and the pain was dense and pervasive.

He thought he was a **** and made her cry.

I have long been aware of Yin Mo's inferiority and anxiety, but she hasn't given her a sense of security, but because of a broken ring, she is more cautious to please.

He Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and he hugged Yin Mo tightly, his voice was hoarse, "Keep it if you want, don't be angry."

Yin Mo still cried, hot tears wet the shirt on the man's shoulder, "No, I don't need anything, the apartment is also sold, I don't want it anymore."

He Chen couldn't hear her aggrieved and soft tone, and he clearly felt the coolness on his chest. He was irritable and desperate to coax her.

The man leaned over to pick up Yin Mo, walked to the sofa and sat down, and forcibly held her face.

At this moment, Yin Mo closed his eyes tightly, his nose turned red, and his long and curled eyelashes were also wet.

She refused to open her eyes, but tears fell down the corners of her eyes.

He Chen felt so distressed that he kissed the tears on her face and muttered in a low voice, "Baby, look at me."

Yin Mo's temperament is warm, and even crying is silent.

But every tear seemed to hit He Chen's heart, the weight was so heavy that he could not breathe.

He Chen hates himself for being too impulsive, and is also angry with his sensitivity.

He should believe that Yin Mo didn't keep the ring to see things and think about people, but the experience of betrayal has even affected him.

The moment the incident happened, he would subconsciously develop a negative and distrustful mentality.

Under the **** of this emotion, it affected his judgment and reason.

He Chen regretted it and kept kissing Yin Mo's cheek, "Baby, my fault, stop crying, eh?"

It's been a long while before Yin Mo opened his eyes, lowered his head and said with a strong nasal voice: "I want to go back..."

She never wants to come to this apartment again.

"Okay, go back." He Chen lifted her damp chin, looking obscure, "We will go home tomorrow."

Yin Mo didn't gnaw, but lowered her eyes and opened her palm, the ring was still lying quietly on it, and then she let go, and the ring rolled to the floor.

She said no, she really didn't.

……

He Chen understood Yin Mo's tenacity, so when she closed the safe again and took away only the Colt pistol, he was not surprised at all.

Yin Mo appeared unusually quiet after venting.

Back in the carriage, she sat by the window and looked outside silently, seemingly calm, but her eyes were hollow.

He Chen pressed the baffle in the center of the car, blocking Artest's suspicious and curious gaze.

He took Yin Mo into his arms, his eyebrows were silent, "Baby, are you still mad at me?"

Yin Mo calmed down, his voice was very weak, "I'm not angry..."

Among them, isn't he the one who is angry?

He Chen touched her warm cheeks, with gentle movements, "Since I like that ring, I will buy it for you. How much do I want, eh?"

Yin Mo shook his head slowly, his voice was softer than usual, "I don't like it, and don't want it."

"Baby, then tell me, why don't you keep it if you don't like it?" This is exactly what He Chen struggled and didn't understand. He thought she liked it, so he personally picked it up and returned it to her.

Yin Mo was quiet for a few seconds, looked at the cloud-filled sky outside the window, and said bluntly, "I want to sell it because it is something I bought with my life."

He Chen's breathing suddenly suffocated, and a heavy and regretful emotion rushed across his chest.

She wants to sell... is to sell...

He Chen couldn't speak for a long time. He knew that he couldn't use ordinary people's thinking to define Yin Mo.

On this kind of trivial matter, I misunderstood her intentions.

He Chen pressed Yin Mo's head in his arms, and even his breathing could cause the pain of his heart.

His nose fluttered, pressed against Yin Mo's ears, and opened his mouth dumbly, "Baby, it's my fault, forgive me once, eh?"

Yin Mo was muffled in his arms, and it took a long time to say, "Aren't you angry anymore?"

He Chen closed his eyes at once. What qualifications does he have to be angry?

The man hugged her tightly, raised her chin with one hand, and said every word, "Don't be angry, He Chen, I will never be angry with you in this life."