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She firmly believed that Huang Xiaojue would give a negative answer in order to keep her alive!She wanted Mo Xiaoran to hear this answer with her own ears, and Mo Xiaoran was completely disappointed...

Burned by the vaguely proud gaze, Mo Xiaoran suddenly understood An Ran's intentions, her heart tightened, her panic and fear passed, and her breathing was not steady because of the tension.

Seeing Huang Xiaojue's headache that was about to erupt and had to hold back, she pushed the door open without thinking about it, and realized something was wrong after she made a move. Twitching the corner of his mouth, he unfolded a sly smile.

Huang Xiaojue slightly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.Because he was engrossed in the work of comforting An Ran, he didn't notice her outside the door at all.

He was suddenly very glad...he didn't say that he didn't love Mo Xiaoran just because he wanted to comfort An.

He couldn't bear his girl Xiaoran to be sad anymore...

Swept by Mo Xiaoran's meaningful gaze, An Ran's complexion changed, her pale cheeks were covered by a layer of hazy and gloomy cold mist, and her right hand holding the fruit knife unconsciously loosened... Mo Xiaoran, You are really bad!

Mo Xiaoran's arrival instantly broke the original sad atmosphere in the entire ward, and replaced it with an embarrassing silence in the room.

Mo Xiaoran was naturally afraid of this kind of atmosphere. After struggling for about ten seconds, she decided to take the initiative to break the silence. She lowered her eyes, puffed up, looked up at An Ran with a smile, and walked towards her gracefully:

"Miss An," her watery eyes shone with a cunning gleam, "Why did you lie down in the hospital? Could it be that because Jue saved me, you fell ill because of heartbreak?" Yan The implication is to remind her how much Huang Xiaojue cares about her.

While speaking, she cast a sideways glance at Huang Xiaojue, and hoped that he would never speak for An Ran, just treat her as a face, and don't let her down the stage...

On the side, the corners of Huang Xiaojue's mouth slightly raised, and his brown eyes were full of anticipation.He knew that Mo Xiaoran was definitely not that weak, otherwise, how could she survive the lonely life of being chased and killed for many years without a father or a mother?

It's just that she has a naturally good temper.

And An Ran's complexion became even worse. She never expected that Mo Xiaoran would also have thorns on her body, so she turned her pleading eyes to Huang Xiaojue, but he looked like he didn't see anything, and he was leisurely. Standing by the window, as if enjoying the scenery.

Damn!

An Ran cursed lowly, she knew she would not be able to act in this play!

"He doesn't care about you...Are you still committing suicide?" Mo Xiaoran asked pretending to be concerned, but a smug smile flashed across her face, and her black eyes blinked, carrying a different charm.

An Ran was filled with resentment, she didn't know where to put the trembling right hand holding the knife, she was so embarrassed to remove it, let alone cut it off, she was hesitating, when suddenly her right hand was slashed hard by a force, The fruit knife fell to the ground with a "snap".

Mo Xiaoran glanced at the knife she had knocked down, and then glanced at An Ran who was still in shock, "That's all you have, if you have the skills, you can take a Swiss Army knife and chop it on the neck, a little The fruit knife, what role is it playing?"