Domineering of the giants: the little sweetheart of the young army

The man's tall body strode out of the ward with steady steps, holding Mo Jiu in his arms, ignoring the eyes of the people around him, and walked out.

Mo Jiu just felt ashamed, and hit Long Qingtian's chest with his small fist, "Hey, what are you doing, let me go!"

The man kept a cold face and said nothing.

Mo Jiu twitched his hands and feet, "Where are you taking me?!"

"Go home." The cold voice had no warmth, making it impossible to guess his mood.

"What home? I'm still in the hospital!"

"Trauma, don't need to be hospitalized."

"Hey, you said you won't be hospitalized if you don't need to be hospitalized? The injury is not on your body, why do you make an opinion for me, ah, I don't want to go, I want to be here, right here!"

When Mo Jiu said that the injury wasn't on you, Long Qingtian's body froze, but he didn't explain anything.

And Mo Jiu's axis strength came up. She knew that going home would be more comfortable than being hospitalized, but she just couldn't see the man's cold attitude towards her.

Damn, can't you talk properly if you have something to say?

What did she do wrong to make him so cold?

Although Long Qingtian looked the same as usual at the moment, Mo Jiu knew that he was angry!

However, Long Qingtian ignored her words.

Long Qingtian's arms were as steel as iron, holding her tightly, not to mention Mo Jiu, even a grown man would not want to escape, so he walked out of the hospital carelessly holding Mo Jiu like this.

The Land Rover has been hit and taken in for repairs.

Waiting outside the hospital at this moment is a huge black domestically-made Knight Fifteen, the special vehicle for the head of the Langya Special Warfare Brigade.

Long Qingtian opened the car door, threw Mo Jiu onto the back seat, and then his tall body got short, and he also got up.

Before Lu Jianjun had time to salute and say hello, Long Qingtian said coldly: "Drive!"

Lu Jianjun shuddered all over when he heard these cold words, he didn't dare to ask anything and drove straight ahead.

"Brother, I'm hungry."

Long Qingtian ignored her.

Mo Jiu blinked, "Brother, my wound hurts."

Long Qingtian suddenly stretched out his big hand and rubbed his temples, but he still didn't speak.

Mo Jiu huddled in the corner of the back seat, not daring to speak anymore, she timidly looked at this man who seemed to be indifferent, if she pretended to be wronged on weekdays, the man would definitely listen to her in everything, But this time, why is he different?

Long Qingtian was very irritable, his temples throbbed.

He still didn't know what he was doing until he got in the car.

He just had a sudden strong urge to hide Mo Jiu and lock her up to prevent her from leaving him.

But when he got in the car, this irritable mood calmed down.

His heart sank, at this moment he really wanted to punch himself, and he wanted to ask himself even more, did he know what he was doing? !

As soon as the arm softened, a pair of weak and boneless hands were placed on it, Long Qingtian finally turned his head, and saw the girl's timid expression: "Brother, do you have a headache?"

Mo Jiu asked cautiously.

Long Qingtian was taken aback, he had never seen this kind of expression on a girl's face before, she had always been tough and strong, even when Mo Jiayi doubted her, she could stubbornly shout that I will not have a mother in the future talk.

But at this moment, Mo Jiu's expression was like that of an abandoned kitten, which made Long Qingtian's heart soften.

"Yeah." The short word "hm" made Mo Jiu heave a sigh of relief, and he became more courageous.