Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Mo Qianxing gives the needle in his hand and the fallen Lin Yurou to the bodyguard next to him. He looks at Song Ran's face and doesn't move away.

Song ran sees the needle in Mo Qianxing's hand and understands why Lin Yurou suddenly falls down. She looks at Mo Qianxing without speaking.

"Do you want to go with me or be carried away like her," Mo Qianxing suddenly said.

"What does Mr. Mo mean?"

Mo Qianxing didn't answer her, but took out another needle and shook it to song ran.

"I'll go with you!"

Song ran knows Mo Qian's punishment. If she talks nonsense, he will really give himself a sedative.

When Mo Qianxing heard this, he waved and immediately two people made an invitation to song ran.

Song ran walks out of the door of the apartment and looks back at the house. There is a bunch of stars in the sky sent by Qi Jun. if Qi Jun knows that she has returned to Mohism, will he hate her.

Song Ran's sight was blocked by the slowly closing elevator door. She lowered her eyes and constantly warned herself: no matter what happens, don't regret the decision she made today.

The car is getting closer and closer to the Mohist school, and song Ran's eyes are becoming more and more familiar. Soon, the car stops at the door of the Mohist school. Song ran looks at the familiar door and has mixed feelings. She finally comes back.

Mo Qianxing grabbed her wrist and hurried into the room.

Three doctors in white coats stood in the living room, as if they had been waiting for a long time. As soon as they saw Mo Qian's punishment, they immediately came forward and respectfully shouted, "Mr. mo."

Mo Qianxing nodded, stepped back and handed song ran to them.

Song ran knew for a moment what Mo Qianxing wanted to do and obediently let him arrange.

"Don't you ask me what I want to do?" Mo Qianxing opened his mouth first.

"What's the point of my asking? If I ask, Mr. Mo won't let me go." Song ran simply opens her hands and looks like she's at her disposal.

Mo Qian's pupils shrink slightly. Her words and deeds are very different from those of song ran. Song ran looked nervous and scared when she saw a needle, but song ran was not afraid in front of her. Amnesia, physiological instinct will not change.

Mo Qianxing was suspicious, but everything had to wait until after the doctor's examination.

Song Ran is given a sedative and falls into Mo Qian Xing's arms. Song Ran's soft body awakens Mo Qian Xing's physical memory. His heart starts to beat faster and faster.

Take song ran into the room and put him on the bed. Mo Qian brings him to the door and sits quietly in the study waiting for the inspection results.

Half an hour later, the doctor knocked on the door of the study.

"How's the situation?" Mo Qian asked immediately.

The first doctor took off his mask, wrung his eyebrows and replied, "Miss Song has no congestion in her brain, but there is an obvious scar at the back neck covered by the tattoo. The scar is very close to the memory nerve, so if the memory nerve is injured in the process of injury, there may be amnesia."

After listening to Mo Qian's punishment, he was silent for a while and asked, "is it possible to restore his memory?"

"This..." the doctor hesitated. "It depends on the patient's wishes. If the patient subconsciously rejects this memory, the possibility of recovery is very small."

Mo Qian's punishment car is completely silent. Of course, song Ran is exclusive. She should hate him very much.

Seeing the doctor off, Mo Qianxing returns to the room. The effect of the sedative has not passed. Song Ran is still sleeping. Mo Qianxing sits by the bed and quietly looks at Song ran. He hasn't seen her carefully for a long time. She is thin and her face is no longer as ruddy as before.

Mo Qianxing couldn't help reaching out and approaching her slap big face. His thumb rubbed her soft face and felt a burst of love in his heart.

When it was twilight, song ran woke up and opened her eyes. Everything that came into her eyes was so familiar. Hand woven floor curtains, familiar bird calls outside and crystal chandeliers on her head. Song ran got up and got out of bed. She screamed when she was frightened by Mo Qian's punishment on the sofa.

He seemed to have stayed up all night, with a faint black under his eyelids.

"Wake up?" Mo Qian's voice was colder than the coolness in the morning.

Song ran nodded slightly.

Mo Qianxing got up from the sofa and walked out of the room, but he came back in a minute with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Remember this?" Mo Qianxing handed song ran the paper, which was song Ran's selling agreement.

Why don't you remember that song Ran's life changed dramatically because of this agreement.

"What is this?" Song ran picked it up and looked carefully. "Mistress?" Song ran pretended to be confused and looked up at Mo Qian.

"Even if you lose your memory, the fact that you are song ran can't be changed! You don't want to escape from my palm." Mo Qian put a finger on her chin and said something charming and threatening.

"I said my name was song Ranran!" Song ran raised her voice.

"Song ran or song Ranran, as long as you are my mistress." Mo Qianxing lit a cigarette and took a heavy sip, "didn't Qi Jun tell you what your original identity was?"

"Original identity?" Song ran goes on with Mo Qian's punishment.

"Your original name is song ran. It's song ran on this paper. Song ran, you don't want to escape me all your life." Mo Qian put out the cigarette end and suddenly came up to song ran. His breath was sprayed on Song Ran's face with the smell of smoke, choking song ran to cough.

Song ran doesn't speak. She's afraid to say a few more words to expose the fact that she doesn't have amnesia.

Mo Qian Xing didn't intend to let her go. He picked up song Ran's chin with two fingers, and his face was very close. Song ran could see every hair on his face.

"Your father Song Yuan killed my father. You should pay for him!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Song Ran's eyes are red and her mood is a little excited. Her father has been upright all his life. Even the ants in her hand are reluctant to hurt. How can she murder people for profit.

"Why, do you remember?" Mo Qian looked at her so excited, narrowed her eyes and looked at Song ran suspiciously.

Realizing that she was too excited, song ran took a deep breath and put on Song Ranran's face: "please go out, Mr. Mo, and I will continue to rest!"

Mo Qianxing followed her with his eyes: "go out? Where? This is the Mohist school. As long as I want to stay here, no one is qualified to order me." Mo Qianxing came to song Ran's ear and said in a low voice: "besides, the mistress should fulfill her obligations".

Mo Qian Xing's tone was very ambiguous. Song ran had already blushed and beat his heart to scold him for being shameless, but it was the past after all. Song ran can't be knocked down in a few words.

"Mr. Mo Ruoshi coveted my beauty, so he said straight, why pull something out of nothing as an excuse." Song ran said, but smiled charmingly. One hand climbed onto Mo Qianxing's shoulder and fingertips scratched his earlobe like a dragonfly.