Chapter 1690 I Wanted to Die with You [Wen Mu]

At this moment, Mu Zichen felt that this was Wen Cong, who dared to love and hate, and had a free and easy temper.

The way she looked at him was not tender at all, but rather impatient.

Mu Zichen's face showed a hint of hurt, and he whispered, "I really care about you."

"I don't need it!" Wen Tong said without thinking, "Mu Zichen, if you are pestering me like this now, do you still want to reconcile with me? You will make me feel disgusting."

This wasn't the first time she said he was disgusting, but her heart still couldn't help but ache when she heard it in her ears.

"What happened in the past was my fault." Mu Zichen admitted his mistake again.

When Wen Zong heard this, he felt his head hurt. He looked at her, "Are you going to come tomorrow if I don't make it clear to you?"

"Wen Cong, I..." Mu Zichen stood up, looked at Wen Cong, and hesitated to speak.

Wen Cong put the book on the sofa, crossed his arms and looked at him, "Since you insist on making it clear, I will make it clear to you, but I have a condition. Starting from tomorrow, you will not appear here again. "

"Wen Cong..." Mu Zichen frowned and whispered.

Wen Tong ignored him, turned around and went upstairs, and came down after a while with his bag.

"Let's go." Wen Zong left these words and walked outside.

Mu Zichen said nothing and followed her out.

When they arrived at the garage, Wen Zong got into the driver's seat first, while Mu Zichen could only sit in the passenger seat.

After leaving Qiao's mansion, the speed of the car increased.

Mu Zichen looked at the tachometer, frowned and said, "Wen Xing, drive slower!"

"Are you afraid?" Wen Zong glanced at him and asked.

Mu Zichen whispered: "There is a speed limit here."

Wen Zong looked ahead. The road conditions were good and there were few cars. She let go of the steering wheel, took out a cigarette, put one in her mouth, then took out a lighter and lit it.

Mu Zichen looked at Wen Tong and frowned and said, "Drive well."

"Are you afraid of death?" Wen Zong looked at him and asked.

Wen Cong chuckled, looked ahead, and said lightly: "You know? When that child died, I had an idea in my mind. I would pull you and drive the car, and we would die together." She blew out a puff of smoke. , the whole person seems to be in a psychedelic world. Sometimes, smoke is indeed a good thing.

When Mu Zichen heard this, his expression was startled, and then he felt guilty. If it hadn't been for him, the child would not have died, and he would have had a lovely child like Alex.

"But then I figured it out, why should I die with you? You are the one who did the wrong thing, and you are the one who deserves to be punished. Even if it means death, I don't want to die with you." Wen Xing's voice followed. Come.

"Wen Cong, I'm sorry." Mu Zichen said, that was all he could say at this moment.

Wen Cong glanced at him and saw the guilty look on his face, and said jokingly: "I have said this so many times, don't you feel tired? If it really works, no one in this world will go to jail for crimes."

He didn't accept it and didn't want to hear it anymore. Mu Zichen lowered his head. He didn't know what to say in the future. He didn't know what to say except sorry.

Wen Cong took a puff of cigarette, then exhaled the smoke, put out the cigarette and threw away the ashtray.

"I'm surprised, how could you become like this?"

Mu Zichen looked at her and was stunned, not understanding what she meant.

"You look cowardly, humble, and not manly at all." Wen Zong continued, "If I had known from the beginning that you would become like this, I would never have liked you."