Mr.Mo's hidden honey love

She quickly untied the gauze on his chest——

The wound oozed blood, but it didn't crack.

Then Shi Sheng remembered to be angry and stared at him without expression: "you are crazy. What if the wound is cracked and infected? You're not happy you didn't go to the police station to give a confession, are you

"If it's cracked, just sew it up. What's the fuss?"

He didn't care much. He looked light. It was more like talking about other people's affairs.

Living in the family background of Ji's family, injuries often happen. Before, he even thought that it would be better to die than to live a tight life every day.

No one can understand what kind of torture it is that people dare not sleep at night. In the long run, day after day.

Shi Sheng stares at him for a long time, and his tone slows down. "You don't care, but I don't want to take care of you. Although I'm involved by you, if I wasn't there, you might not be hurt. I like to blame myself for all the bad things. If you get better soon, I'll be free soon. Ghosts are willing to stay all day long..."

"Take care of you" is stuck in her throat. She stares at Ji Yunan in disbelief.

A moment later, he rushed to stop his hand full of blood donation and yelled, "Ji Yunan, have you been shot in the head?"

He broke the wound again.

It's still by hand.

Just in front of her, she pressed the wound down with two fingers.

Blood gushed out, dyed his fingers red, and ran down his chest.

The man opened his eyes, sharp eyebrows, fixed at her, "your wishful thinking is going to fail, go to fetch water, I want to take a bath, dirty.". Before I get better, you stay in this villa. You are not allowed to go anywhere

Shi Sheng has never seen such a crazy person.

She didn't even react. She kept throwing at him, holding his hand, and the blood was stained on her.

"Ji Yunan, you are insane."

It is estimated that today is the most abusive time in Shi Sheng's life.

Not only neuropathy, it is psychological distortion, slightly normal people can not do this kind of hand will tear the wound crazy things.

"Yes."

Ji Yunan looks down at her, and her hoarse voice is quiet.

Maybe he was stained with blood, his handsome appearance added some evil charm.

a moment.

He half narrowed his eyes, thin lips swept in her face, and then accurately printed on her lips, and did not kiss deeply, just gently.

When Sheng heart a palpitation, subconsciously hide behind, both hands force, want to get up from him.

Ji Yunan clasped her waist and pressed her tighter in her arms.

Shisheng can't avoid it and can only bear it.

The blood on his chest was stained with her clothes, and the bright red mark on the White Chiffon shirt was very eye-catching and dazzling.

The room was full of a faint smell of blood.

The door of the room was pushed open.

"Yu Nan."

There was a light voice.

Shi Sheng can't tell whether the voice is her own or Mu Qinghuan's.

She subconsciously tugged his robe tightly, the cold touch in her palm across, that cool instantly woke her.

The lip movement stopped.

Ji Yunan slightly opened the distance with Shi Sheng, raised her eyes and looked at Mu Qinghuan standing at the door. She seemed unbelievable. She slightly opened her eyes and stood at the door for a long time without any action.

Neither in nor out.

Ji Yu Nan stares at her for half a sound. He raises his lips and laughs. His voice is cold and cold, but there is not much irony in the content. "Qinghuan, what's the matter?"

Mu Qinghuan's eyes were warm, and his hand holding the doorknob tightened, until the palm was knocked out a few deep marks.

He also called her Qinghuan, just like when the two people had the strongest feelings before, but they had lost that layer of intimacy.

Now, the word "Qinghuan" is just her code name to him. Whether Qinghuan or muqinghuan is a name, it has no practical meaning.

Mu Qinghuan wanted to laugh, at least to make himself not look too embarrassed. He couldn't succeed several times, so he had to give up.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," he said with a wooden face

Before she could control her hysteria, she closed the door and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Mu Qinghuan's tears came down.

She leaned back against the door and covered her face with her hands. The scene inside was out of sight, but the pain in her chest was still there.