Domineering husband bad love

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?"

Her tone was a bit grumpy. In fact, she didn't want to knock down her knife at first. She just wanted to see what An Ran would do, and how she would make a fool of herself...

But she was afraid, afraid that An Ran would really cut it down... In that case, Huang Xiaojue would definitely react most violently, and she could only be the one who was sad in the end.

An Ran was startled, stabilized her emotions, and returned to her plain and elegant appearance, "You are the one who is really acting now, Mo Xiaoran, you are obviously very scared, and you are using this method to escape!"

She smiled meaningfully, still with an arrogant attitude, shook her straight hair, bypassed Mo Xiaoran and walked out of the ward.

As soon as An Ran left, Mo Xiaoran slumped down on the hospital bed like a deflated ball, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

An Ran was right... She was just afraid, if it wasn't because of fear, she might as well not have come in before, and waited leisurely outside the door for Huang Xiaojue to say whether she loves her or not, instead of coming in to interrupt them.

If it wasn't because of fear, she didn't have to knock off the knife in An Ran's hand with good intentions, she could have urged her to commit suicide quickly with a smile on her face, instead of simply mocking An Ran.

Huang Xiaojue squinted at the little person sitting on the edge of the bed with a mournful face, smiled wickedly, strode over, pushed her down on the bed, and stared straight at her with deep brown eyes, "Why did you give her face just now?" ?”

He was referring to why he knocked out the knife in An Ran's hand.

Mo Xiaoran turned her head away from him, not wanting to fall into his deep and charming brown eyes, pulled the corners of her mouth, and smiled very far-fetchedly, "I'm afraid that if she really committed suicide, you will be sad... Look, how well I know you .”

"Understood?" He frowned, the smile on the corner of his mouth became helpless, and his fingers gently stroked her lips, "Honey, if this counts as 'understanding', I beg you not to 'understand' me."

Mo Xiaoran was taken aback for a moment, then she sat up abruptly and slammed into his arms.Before she had time to stabilize her body, she hurriedly raised her head, her black eyes blinked, and she looked at him pitifully, with a coquettish tone in her tone, "What do you mean?"

"You still don't understand?" He hugged her on his lap, wrapped her around her waist, and pampered her extremely, "I don't have any objection to what you do to An Ran."

Although he didn't want to hurt An Ran...but if this girl Xiaoran was wronged and wanted to do something...how could he refuse?

"Really?" Mo Xiaoran stared at him dubiously, with her little paws grabbing the hem of his clothes, her whole body clinging to his arms like a kitten, "Then let me ask you, if I didn't come in just now, would you Will...would you say..."

Will you say you don't love me?

When she said this, she suddenly felt a little stuck, her delicate fair face was stained with an ambiguous blush, her pink lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't utter a word.