That man was his little angel, the light that illuminated his entire world. If the world lost its light, it would be so terrible.

No matter what she did, he would forgive, she could send a knife into his chest, she could kill him with her own hands, she could commit all unforgivable sins.

But there is only one thing that cannot be tolerated, cannot be tolerated, cannot be forgiven.

Ji Baimo's lips raised slightly. He looked gentle and passionate, which made people feel kind. He only felt that he was a gentle and passionate person. His peach blossom eyes were full of endless charm, which was extremely seductive. His dark eyes were deep and could not see the bottom. Ji Baimo reached out and grabbed 114 in his palm, and his index finger gently brushed 114 on his body, as if he was using this to recall the traces that someone had touched.

There is only one exception.

Leave him away, leave him, and snatch the only light with your own hands.

How cruel?

Ji Baimo slowly took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket, holding a sharp fragment in his palm. It was a fragment of a broken glass cup on the ground before. Ji Baimo picked it up and held it firmly in his palm. He looked at Mu Fan and turned his head slightly. His voice was cold and thin, not as gentle as usual, as if it was quenching ice.

“The bet is over.”

"Fake a fake..." Ji Baimo directly pushed Mu Fan to the corner of the wall. The fragments in his hand were only a few millimeters away from Mu Fan's eyeball. As long as Ji Baimo gently sent forward, he could goug out his eyes. Ji Baimo's cold and thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were bent on Mu Fan's body, his voice was light and light.

"It should all be damned."

After saying that, Ji Baimo reached out to send the fragments in his hand forward. His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt that the eyes in front of him were particularly dazzling. He said it was just that, he said he liked these eyes.

Then he will be ruined.

Destroy everything she loves and likes, and only him is left.

In this way... she probably has no way to leave him behind.

However, the fragments in Ji Baimo's hand were not successfully sent in. Mu Fan pressed one hand against the things in Ji Baimo's hand tightly, with blood in his palm, and the fragments of glass were embedded in the flesh. He leaned against the wall behind him, looking at Ji Baimo with murderous intent in his eyes, and was not afraid, but laughed without being angry. Mu Fan curled up the corners of his lips, the ice on his face softened, and his smile was extremely cheerful.

He envied Ji Baimo and Ji Baimo for everything. He could do many things at will without fear of consequences or anyone's disappointment. He was the only person who was loved by Yan Bai, but he was such a person.

Mu Fan looked at Ji Baimo, and the smile on his face became more and more powerful.

Such a person is not confident in his heart and does not believe that he is loved. No matter how much he experiences, no matter what, his sense of security will not be filled. He is always afraid of being left behind and being left behind by Yan Bai. Rather than saying that he does not believe in Yan Bai, it is better to say that he does not believe in himself. If he does not believe in his existence like him, he will be truly liked by others and will never be abandoned.

Mu Fan felt that the other party was actually the same as him.

"Ji Baimo, the bet should indeed end, because I won, you lost, she chose me." Mu Fan's voice was faintly sarcastic, he hid the emotions in his eyes. After the words came, the dripping dripping sounds of water in the bathroom in the suite disappeared, and then the sound of the bathroom door being pushed open, and a figure walked out of the bathroom.
Chapter completed!