I just want to be soft on her

Chapter 77 Comfort, Stranger
Song Cheng called Jiang Mo just now, but the other party didn't answer, her mood dropped to freezing point.

Does he think that I am annoying, does he think that I am making trouble for no reason...

These thoughts filled her mind, making her feel like she was going to die of exhaustion, and she didn't even have the strength to turn over.

Lying like this, eyes half-closed, my brain was about to explode.

"Ding dong..."

Song Cheng heard her doorbell ring, she wanted to get up to open the door, but she couldn't move.

"Ding dong..."

The doorbell rang again, and this time she tried to slowly get up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily, and she was already very tired just by doing this action.

Song Cheng supported the wall with both hands, stood up, and the doorbell rang again.

She opened the bedroom door and walked to the living room step by step. Halfway through, she realized that she forgot to put on her shoes.

The gauze on her wrist was still fluttering with her swinging hand, the whole room was extremely dark, and her mood was even more sad.

Finally, with great effort, she put her hand on the doorknob, put her other hand on it, and pressed the doorknob hard.

She lowered her head and opened the door.

"Chengzi..." Jiang Mo stood at the door and pulled her into his arms.

She didn't react for a while, she was in his arms, motionless, she had no extra strength, she was too tired.

These actions have already consumed 99% of her strength.

"Ah—" Song Cheng sobbed softly in his arms, "I'm so tired, so tired, I can't do anything."

"What should I do? I'm so tired of breathing." She cried, her whole body completely in his arms.

Jiang Mo patted her on the back, and after she cried for a while, he hugged her horizontally, closed the door, and carried her to the bedroom.

She hugged him and didn't let go, crying even harder, the hair on both sides was stuck with tears, sticking to her face, sticky.

"Woooooooooooooooo what is wrong with me, I can't sleep well, I'm going crazy!"

"Jiang Mo, am I really sick?" She raised her head and asked him crying, tears kept flowing from her eyes, converging into a small river, dripping down her chin.

Jiang Mo shook his head, touched her face with both hands, and wiped away the tears with his hands, "No, Song Cheng, you are not sick, the fault is not you, but them."

"All of this has nothing to do with you, do you know? You are the most obedient and best girl in the world."

He looked into her eyes and said word by word, "I will protect you and love you well."

Song Cheng gradually stopped crying, "Really? Am I worth it? I don't think I'm worth it, not at all."

"Everyone, and myself, feel it's not worth it." She shook her head, pushing him away from her, far away.

"I shouldn't, I'm sorry." She wiped away her tears, hugged him back, and kept saying to him in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

After a few seconds, Song Cheng's expression gradually calmed down, and her voice suddenly turned cold, "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Jiang Mo didn't understand, the person in front of him was obviously Song Cheng, but she looked so strange, as cold as ice.

"Orange, you—"

His words were interrupted by Song Cheng, "Okay, I don't think you need to waste time with me, you can go back."

Jiang Mo stood by the bed, at a loss, "I..." He didn't know what he did wrong.

No matter what he did wrong, as long as she said it, told him his fault, he could accept it.

"Cheng Zi, tell me what I did wrong, and I will correct it."

He was afraid in his heart, afraid that she would let herself leave him.

Song Cheng smiled wryly, "You didn't do anything wrong, it's all my own fault, I did everything."

Her voice, without a trace of emotion, was like a cold machine, "I want to be alone."

Jiang Mo stayed on the side without moving. He didn't know what happened to her, how she looked like a different person.

Song Cheng looked at him again, "I want to be quiet, please..."

She opened her mouth and couldn't help laughing, but the smile was only for a moment, and it disappeared from her face in the next second.

Jiang Mo nodded, "Okay, I'll go out, I'll be here all the time, just call me."

He took one last look at Song Cheng, moved slowly, walked out of the bedroom, and closed the door.

There are three hours before Jiang Mo's first live broadcast, but he is not interested now.

Sitting in the living room of Song Cheng's house for a while, there was no movement in the bedroom. He stood up, walked to the door of the bedroom, raised his hand to open the door to see how she was doing, but halfway through raising his hand, he shrank back.

He still has no courage, he is still the coward he was before.

Song Cheng said that she wanted to be quiet, and all he could give her now was a quieter environment.

Jiang Mo stayed here for another two hours.During this period, Song Cheng never came out.

He didn't leave Song Cheng's house until half an hour before the broadcast.

During this period of time, Ma Qingqing had already gone to the street next door to eat and drink for a long time.

Entering the community, he asked the gatekeeper, "Master, the boy who mortgaged his mobile phone with you today, has he come out?"

The uncle shook his head, "I've been in for several hours."

"Oh." Ma Qingqing poked a potato with a toothpick and chewed it in her mouth. Suddenly, she took a closer look.

Jiang Mo walked out of the path alone, with his head down, looking very tired.

Ma Qingqing stood where he was, waiting for him to come over, dejectedly, without the vitality of a young man.

"Jiang Mo, what's the matter with you?" She leaned against the security room at the gate of the community, sizing him up.

Jiang Mo shook his head, "It's nothing, I'll go back first."

The concierge took the opportunity to take out the phone, stuffed it into Jiang Mo's hand, and let him go out.

Ma Qingqing looked at his back, walking further and further away, the porter gave two "tsk tsk", "It looks like he must have quarreled with his girlfriend."

When she heard the old man's words, she thought of Jiang Mo's appearance just now, and she felt bad!

He ran away, not forgetting to say to the uncle: "Master, I'm going home first!"

When she ran all the way home, Ma Qingqing was panting at the door, and the delicious food she brought for Song Cheng was almost thrown away by her.

"Squeak~" The opposite door opened.

Zheng Qingyue came out from inside, holding a bag of garbage in his hand, "Well, hello, I am a new resident of 503."

Ma Qingqing took a few breaths, then turned to look at her, "You... Hello, I'm from 501."

"Are you Song Cheng's roommate?"

"I'm her child, um, I'll go in first?" Ma Qingqing pointed to the door of her house.

Zheng Qingyue nodded, "Okay, then I'll go downstairs to throw out the trash!"

Ma Qingqing watched Zheng Qingyue get into the elevator and then into the house.

As soon as she entered the door, she felt that something was wrong, everything was not right, a feeling that was familiar from a long time ago flooded her heart.

(End of this chapter)