A few seconds before his heart stopped, Mo Ningqing's vision gradually blurred. He quickly reviewed this miserable and satisfying life in his mind. If Fang Jiyao had not died, he would have been a blasphemous and unrepentant believer for the rest of his life.
On the way to the hospital, Mo Ningqing sat in the ambulance with her head in her arms. Outside the car, a black Bentley followed closely.
After a while, Mo Ningqing fiercely grabbed the nurse's hand. He smiled ferociously, his shoulders shaking violently. The nurse's hand tightened and she exclaimed.
Mo Ningqing: 'Did you see it? Did you see it? He cares about me! He cares about me!
Fang Jiyao knelt on the ground, losing his usual calmness and grace. She yelled at Mo Ningqing: 'Do you have to do this? Mo Ningqing! I don't owe you anything, no one owes you. '
Mo Ningqing lifted his chin and smiled, "My dear, look at you now." The elegant grand pianist is now acting like a madman... Honey, do you know? I prefer you to look at me with ambiguous and sexy eyes. '
Copywriting
Music is the product of the superposition of words, notes and soul. Naturally, some people will compare their feelings to others. To understand and even expand upon.
Secret love has no gender distinction. It is obscure, full of desire, romantic and erotic.
Never stopping will be his only destiny before death.
The indifferent and black-faced man is a bit seriously ill. Gong v. Bai Qie's "black" elegant pianist suffers.
Intention: do it and cherish it