The doctor's hands cover the sky, and the male gods can't stand high

Chapter 22 Mo Qingxuan's Thoughts

Just like now, Mo Qingxuan's brows were clear and widowed, his eyes were dark, and he didn't squeeze the cup even a single bit harder, but the aura emanating from his body made others breathless.

Li Jin glanced at Qiao Yixun who was opposite Li Jin, the latter's eyes flashed, and then he smiled brightly, breaking the stagnation with a feigned brisk voice: "Brother Qingxuan, why didn't Xiaolu come with you? Yes, how is Sister Luan'er's recovery? We haven't seen her for four years. We all miss her so much. When will we be able to see her..."

Qiao Yixun was clever. Since Jiang Luan was hinted at in Cheng Ziqian's words, she would ask it openly. In this way, Mo Qingxuan would not be angry.

Mo Qingxuan breathed slightly, hooked his thin lips, raised his head, poured a glass of wine down his throat, Cheng Ziqian drank it down without showing weakness, Jian Xuan felt heartbroken for a while, this wine can't be bought even if he has money Romanee Conti, these two masters, seem to be pouring water.

Putting down the glass, Mo Qingxuan sat down on the sofa next to him, picked up the wine bottle, poured himself a second glass of wine, and said casually: "Jiang Luan is still very weak, in a few days, you can pick her up and leave the hospital. "

The implication is that they can't go to the hospital to see her yet.

Cheng Ziqian's expression changed again, he put the wine glass heavily on the glass coffee table, and said bluntly, "Drink slowly, I'm going home first."

"Ziqian, you've been drinking and can't drive. I'll arrange someone to take you home."

Jian Xuan immediately took over the words, he didn't want to bear the low pressure just now, and felt that Ziqian had better leave quickly.

"Ok!"

Cheng Ziqian hummed, stopped looking at the crowd, and strode out of the private room. When Jian Xuan walked to the door, he didn't forget to turn his head and shout at Mo Qingxuan: "Brother Xuan, I managed to get this Romanee Conti, take it easy." drink!"

"I'm going to Mo's house tomorrow, what kind of wine do you want, you can get it yourself!"

Mo Qingxuan left a sentence indifferently, raised his head, and drank his second glass of wine. Jian Xuan immediately smiled when he heard this, and said generously, "Brother Xuan, you can drink whatever you want, I will treat you tonight!" Cheng Ziqian left.

The corner of Qiao Yixun's mouth twitched, she looked away, looked at Mo Qingxuan who was drinking on the sofa, and put on a smile again: "Brother Qingxuan, you won't get drunk no matter how much you drink, why don't I pour water for you, you don't have to be cheap That boy Jian Xuan, the wine in your wine cellar will be kept until Sister Luan'er is discharged from the hospital..."

Her words stopped abruptly when she met Shang Mo Qingxuan's eyes that suddenly looked over. His eyes were too deep and sharp, and he could definitely see through her small thoughts at a glance.

Seeing this, Qiao Yiye, who was sitting next to her, chuckled, picked up the wine on the table and served Mo Qingxuanman: "Brother Xuan, don't listen to Yixun, it's rare that you come here tonight, Brother Jin and I will accompany you Drink, we won't go home until we're drunk."

The sharpness in Mo Qingxuan's eyes faded away, he closed his eyes, and quietly watched Qiao Yiye pour the wine, a painting gradually emerged in the dark red liquid:
In the painting, the little girl in a pink dress holds a wine bottle and drinks a cow. After drinking, she falls to the ground with a red face and sleeps in the wine cellar...

He squinted subconsciously, shook off the scene just now, picked up the cup, clinked glasses with Qiao Yiye and Li Jin, and after drinking it down again, he leaned back on the sofa, took out his phone, unlocked it, and made a call.

Qiao Yixun's eyes flickered, but she obediently didn't dare to make a sound.

Qiao Yiye craned his neck curiously and stared at the other side.

Sitting beside Mo Qingxuan, Li Jin caught sight of the number he dialed out of the corner of his eye, lowered his eyelids, and covered his eyes with a flash of surprise with thick eyelashes.

"Ah Xuan, you go to the hospital and pick Xiaolu up."

Mo Qingxuan put the phone to his ear, and gave instructions to Jian Xuan who had sent Cheng Ziqian back to the private room. Jian Xuan gave an 'ah' in surprise, and nodded immediately after realizing it: "Brother Xuan, I'll go right away."

in the hospital ward

Jiang Luan gently let go of Jiang Lu, looked at her eyes swollen into walnuts, felt distressed for a while, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and said distressedly: "The eyes are swollen from crying."

The tears on Jiang Lu's face were still wet. Hearing what she said, she suddenly smiled, with a bright smile on her face, and stretched out her hand: "Sister, your eyes are also swollen."

When Jiang Lu's hand touched Jiang Luan's cheek, her heart felt warm and sore. She hadn't cried for a long time. Even when she was at the critical point of life and death again and again, she still gritted her teeth, bleeding but not crying.

She smiled and didn't speak, but gently wiped away her sister's tears. Jiang Lu also followed her example and gently wiped away her tears. The two sisters looked at each other and smiled, returning to the old sisterhood deep.

"Sister, since you are back, you are not allowed to leave us in the future."

Jiang Lu looked at Jiang Luan, and told him worriedly.

These days, she has been speculating that Jiang Luan's 'fake death' may have been to avenge their father. Now, although she said a few words, it can be regarded as an explanation, and she will not blame her again.

Jiang Luanming's heart tightened, he held her hand, suppressed the smile in his eyes, and promised softly: "Don't worry, it will never happen again in the future."

Speaking of this, she narrowed her eyes slightly and then raised them, looked at Jiang Lu, and asked gently: "Xiao Lu, tell me, is something wrong with my mother, and where is she now?"

Jiang Lu's expression changed slightly, and the hand she held in her palm froze suddenly, her eyes flickered, she smiled concealedly, and said briskly, "Mom is with my aunt. Back then, you and dad left us one after another. , Mom was overly sad and in poor health, so my aunt and uncle took her to Country E, and I, these years, have been living in Brother Qingxuan's house."

"Little Lu..."

Jiang Luan's heart sank.

She knew that Xiao Lu was lying, her smile looked bright, but the absurdity did not reach her eyes, she wanted to ask something, but Jiang Lu's cell phone rang suddenly.

She took the opportunity to pull back the hand she was holding and stood up, took out her mobile phone, and said: "Sister, your injury is not healed, and it's your menstrual period again, it's late now, you go to rest first, I'll see you tomorrow morning See you again."

Jiang Lu lowered her head, and when she saw the caller ID on the phone screen, a trace of surprise flashed in Qing Hongshui's eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she looked at Jiang Luan on the hospital bed: "Sister, Brother Qingxuan is calling."

The strange look in Jiang Luan's eyes was fleeting, and she said calmly on her slightly pale face, "I'm a little tired, so I'll go to bed first. He may have something to do with you. You can go out to the ward to meet him."

Jiang Lu was startled, and opened her mouth to say something, but Jiang Luan slid down and lay flat, then closed her eyes, and swallowed the words she had reached.

Pursing her lips tightly, she bent down, covered Jiang Luan with a quilt, said good night, and left the ward.

The moment the door closed, Jiang Luan's closed eyes opened, pain flashed in the depths of her eyes, and her red lips were tightly pursed.

After leaving the ward, Jiang Lu answered the phone, her voice was slightly hoarse after crying: "Hello, Brother Qingxuan."

"Xiao Lu, where are you now?"

The voice that came into her ears was deep and magnetic, Jiang Lu's lips parted into a smile, and as she walked towards the nurse's station, she replied, "I just came out of my sister's ward. She said she was tired and went to bed first. Brother Qingxuan, you Is there a problem?"

Although she explained that Jiang Luan was a little tired, the word 'just' caused Mo Qingxuan on the other end of the phone to fall into a brief silence. After a while, his voice came again, with a hint of coldness: "I am in Xuan Ye, Yi Xun Just now I said I miss you, come out, Ah Xuan will be in the hospital soon."

When Mo Qingxuan was talking on the phone, he was sitting on the sofa in the private room, with clear eyebrows and a noble demeanor, and he didn't even hesitate to lie, but Qiao Yixun, who was opposite, opened his eyes wide in shock. When did she say she missed Xiaolu? Yes, what she said was that she missed Miss Luan'er.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Lu was startled, he actually went to Xuan Ye.

Before she answered, Mo Qingxuan added on the other end of the phone: "I drank, come here and drive later."

Jiang Luan blinked her eyes, and replied briskly: "Okay, Brother Qingxuan, I'll go down right away."

Jiang Luan was sleeping soundly, when she was suddenly awakened by an angry scolding, she opened her eyes tremblingly, and when her sight touched a pair of deep eyes full of storms, her heart suddenly suffocated.

"Who gave you this phone?"

The man's handsome and slender figure stood in front of the hospital bed, holding a mobile phone between his slender and white fingers, and the screen facing her was the call record between her and Shi Mingyang.

The light hit his gloomy face, every inch of his delicate facial features was filled with anger.

Jiang Luan's last lingering drowsiness dissipated in his sharp eyes, and he inhaled the faint scent of wine on his nostrils, telling her that this man drank.

She took a deep breath, and her thoughts turned quickly. This man came to her ward after drinking, and there must be something wrong.

What annoyed Jiang Luan the most was that the phone was placed under the pillow, and she didn't know it was taken away by him. How could she still be as defenseless against him as before.

She pursed her lips, raised her hands to rub her temples with some headaches, and asked without answering, "What are you doing in my ward in the middle of the night?"

When she looked at her phone just now, she didn't ignore the time displayed in the upper right corner. At this moment, it was one past five in the morning.

Mo Qingxuan squinted his eyes and stared at her for a long while, the roiling anger in his heart turned into a sneer, and the corner of his lips curled up into a sneer: "If I didn't come in at midnight, how would I know that you secretly communicated with other men, um... ?”

He pushed the phone in front of her a little, so that she could see the call records on it more clearly.On the way back from Xuan Ye tonight, Jiang Lu told him the content of their chat.

Knowing that she really almost died four years ago and was still in a coma for three months before waking up, he wanted to come to the hospital at that time, but was suppressed by his own reason.

When he got home, he sat on the sofa and smoked two cigarettes, but finally couldn't resist the desire to see her, so he drove to the hospital by himself.

When he entered the ward, she was fast asleep. He sat by the bed, quietly staring at her peaceful face after deep sleep, and couldn't help but leaned towards her, but his big palm on her pillow felt something strange.

Taking out the phone from under her pillow, the tenderness in his heart was instantly replaced by anger...

Jiang Luan turned pale because of his ugly words, and said angrily, "Whoever I hang out with has nothing to do with you."

"You have nothing to do with me? Jiang Luan, do you dare to say it again?"

Mo Qingxuan threatened fiercely, although there was a hint of alcohol in his words, but he didn't even have the slightest hint of alcohol.

Jiang Luan pursed her lips fiercely. Since she wanted to break it off, she could do it all at once. There was nothing wrong with it. She raised her small face, her cold eyes met Shang Mo Qingxuan's sullen deep eyes, and said coldly: "You and I were originally It doesn't matter, if you say it twice, the result will be the same, Mo Qingxuan, make it clear that you are Xiaolu's boyfriend now, and in the future, you will be her husband."

The air froze for a moment.

Mo Qingxuan's handsome face, which was as perfect as a knife carving, was as cold as frost, with bruised veins on his forehead, twitching. He squeezed the phone tightly and tightly, and it seemed that if he loosened it a little, the phone in his hand would smash towards her. go.

What Jiang Luan said is true.

(End of this chapter)