Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Standing on one side, Mu Yun deeply felt the cold air on Mo Qianxing, especially the hand Qi Jun blocked him. Mu Yun deeply felt sad for him.

Mo Qianxing looked at Qi Jun's hand on his arm. It was white and could show blood vessels. It seemed that it was rumored that he had congenital heart disease. This thing should not be false.

Mo Qian Xing hooks the corner of his mouth and approaches song Ran's ear. What he says can be heard by the whole room.

"Ranran, he won't let you go."

"Mo Qianxing, song Ran is a person. She can do whatever she wants. You have no right to force her."

The man hooks his mouth. Oh, he has no right to force song ran. This is really the funniest story he has heard for so long.

"Song ran, tell him, do you want to go with me?"

Mo Qianxing looked at Song ran as he spoke. Song ran clearly saw the threat from his eyes. Her mother was still in his hand. She couldn't be willful.

Song ran bit her lip, looked at Qi Jun in front of her and said.

"Qi Jun, you don't have to worry about me. I'm almost ready. You go first. It's okay."

"Mr. Qi is still not going to go?"

Mo Qianxing hugged song Ran's waist and bent down his body. His tone was slightly frivolous.

"Ranran, today's time is so suitable. Why don't you tell Mr. Qi about our relationship and let him rest assured? What do you think?"

Song Ran has a rare look of fear in her eyes, but when this look falls into Mo Qianxing's eyes, it becomes more and more dazzling.

His hand took song Ran's finger and kept playing with it.

"Ranran, or you will tell him whether our relationship is good?"

"Mo Qianxing, are you crazy?"

"Song ran, you feel embarrassed to say it now, don't you?"

Qi Jun looked at the two of them and guessed that he didn't want to embarrass song ran.

"Ranran, you go back and get well. I'll go first."

"Oh, is Mr. Qi afraid to face it? She, song ran, is my love. Wife."

Song Ran's face became pale almost at the moment when Mo Qianxing said it, and his hand holding Mo Qianxing relaxed.

What kind of eyes does Qi ran look at her now? Song Ran has no courage to look at it. Her whole person is in a very tired state.

Mo Qianxing looked at her and smiled more wildly, but his anger gradually rose in his heart.

"If Mr. Qi has nothing else to do, I'll take her first."

Mo Qianxing picked up song ran. Song ran lay in his arms like a fragile porcelain doll. When they skipped Qi Jun, the pain in the man's eyes was obvious.

Lin Yurou receives the news. When she arrives at the hospital, she just sees Mo Qianxing leaving with song ran in her arms.

Song ran lies in Mo Qianxing's arms. His face is pale. The look on the man's face is ugly. His aura can freeze to death.

Lin Yurou frowned. Neither of them saw her. She looked into the ward and stood silly Qi Jun.

"Hello, I'm Lin Yurou, who are you?"

Qi Jun looked at the hand handed to him. The man who was looking at the bright red nail polish was not very comfortable. The look on the woman's face was too aggressive. He just looked at it and knew that the woman was not what a good person was.

Qi Jun turned and left.

Behind him, Lin Yurou's voice rang again.

"Are you Qi Jun? I've seen you before. You like song ran, don't you?"

Qi Jun's footsteps stopped for a moment and he wanted to go on.

Lin Yurou pulled her lips.

"I can help you."

Qi Jun turned and looked at Lin Yurou, as if he wanted to listen to her.

Lin Yurou's expression became more and more proud.

"As long as you cooperate with me, we can achieve win-win results. How about it?"

"As far as I know, you are engaged to Mo Qianxing."

"Yes, but you can see that song ran, that little bitch, has become a modest mistress. How can I stand such a thing?"

Lin Yurou's long nails are embedded in the palm of his hand. The whole person looks crazy.

But when Qi Jun heard the word "mistress", the expression on his face was a little tolerant.

"Cooperate with me. Song ran belongs to you. In the future, as long as she doesn't bother me and Qian Xing again, how about this transaction?"

Qi Jun heard her words, but smiled. His sick face smiled, but it was charming.

Lin Yurou was stunned for a moment.

"Miss Lin, I think if you have this time, you might as well think about how to maintain the relationship between you and your fiance."

Qi Jun said this and frowned at her clothes. His tone didn't fluctuate.

"Your makeup is too strong. Miss Lin would better go back and improve her aesthetics."

Qi Jun said here and covered his nose. It seemed that he couldn't stand the appearance of this woman. He turned and walked away.

Lin Yurou shook her hand and looked at Qi Jun's back. The malice in her eyes flashed by.

"Qi Jun, I will make you regret your choice today."

The other side.

In the Mohist villa, song ran had no expression on her face since she came out of the hospital.

Mo Qianxing put her on the bed, saw that there was no blood on her face, stretched out his hand to hold her chin, and his tone was cold.

"Song ran, who do you show this to?"

Song ran just glanced at him indifferently, but she didn't want to talk.

"Song ran, are you still thinking about Qi Jun? He already knows you are my mistress. Do you think he will have any other ideas about you in the future? I tell you, song ran, you'd better recognize your current identity."

"Mo Qian, you bastard."

"Oh, song ran, you are the least qualified person to say this."

Mo Qianxing said here. The cold on his body was more threatening. He loosened song Ran's chin and ordered Wang ma.

"Wang Ma, go and bring the porridge and let her eat it."

"I don't eat."

"You have no room to refuse."

Wang Ma brought up the porridge and put it on the table. Looking at the tense atmosphere between them, she sighed and pulled song Ran's arm.

"Miss Song, just drink it. Ma Wang just boiled it. She recovered quickly after drinking it."

Song ran doesn't want to refute Wang Ma's face, but she really has no appetite now.

Mo Qian frowned and said in a cold voice.

"Wang Ma, watch her drink. If she doesn't drink today, you'll leave."

He finished talking and went downstairs.

The embarrassment on Wang Ma's face fell into song Ran's eyes.

Song ran doesn't want to embarrass Wang ma. She picks up the bowl on one side. The porridge in it is very thin and tastes good. Memory seems to open the gate, but it can't be closed.

"Ranran, come on, I made you porridge. Get up and have a drink."

"Mom, I feel bad and don't want to drink."

"You have a fever. First get up and have some porridge, and then take medicine. You'll be well soon."

Song ran nodded, but she was still weak and didn't intend to get up.

Song's mother looked at her. She was very helpless, but she didn't say anything angry. She just helped her up, leaned against her arms, picked up the porridge in her hand and blew it.

"Come on, Ranran, eat more or less, otherwise the disease will recover more slowly. Come on, mom is here."

The man in the memory gradually changed his appearance and became the appearance of Mo Qian's punishment. He was still the cold young man with untimely porridge in his hand.

She tooted her mouth and seemed dissatisfied. He only bought porridge.

Mo Qianxing did not speak. The two sat on the green grass. He opened the lid of the porridge, took out a spoon and handed it to her.

"People who are sick and have a fever can only eat white porridge."