Sorry, I can't love you

Xia Liang was surprised. He grabbed Tang Mo's hand and broke free from his arms: "your hand!"

She bit her lip and found that the wound was very deep and the blood kept flowing out.

It must have been Tang Mo who blocked her when Xia Bingqing ran to her. The tearing sound was not auditory hallucination, but his clothes were separated by Xia Bingqing.

Looking at the deep visible bone wound, Xia Liang couldn't imagine how painful it was.

But Tang Mo glanced at it and said, "it's all right, go out."

He looked at Xia Bingqing warily and took Xia Liang out.

"Why is it all right? I've shed a lot of blood. I'll find someone to bandage you."

Xia Liang frowned, looked at the deep wound and immediately pulled the nurse nearby.

When the cotton ball dipped in alcohol touched the wound, Tang Mo frowned, and the green veins on his forehead also raised.

"Does it hurt?"

Xia Liang also frowned, took a breath and asked carefully.

Tang Mo didn't answer, but his frown had told Xia Liang the answer.

Somehow, my heart was inexplicably throbbing, as if I had been clenched hard, almost suffocating.

Just now Tang Mo nervously protected her in his arms, and the scene kept playing back in his mind.

He didn't want to stand in front of her like his life, and suddenly clenched Xia Liang's heart.

He has her in his heart!

"Let's go."

A low magnetic voice came from his head, and his thoughts were pulled back. Xia Liang saw that Tang Mo's wound had been wrapped up, and he was putting down his sleeves.

The white sleeves were dyed red, and Tang Mo's face was pale.

Feeling dizzy, Tang Mo's steps were a little frivolous, and immediately reached out against the wall.

Xia Liang quickly stood up and reached out to hold Tang Mo immediately.

When touching Tang Mo's arm, Xia Liang obviously felt that his body was stiff. Then he stood up straight and brushed away Xia Liang's hand.

"I'm fine."

When the cold voice came, he took a step back and strode outside.

Against the light, Tang Mo's back was pulled very long and fell into the narrow corridor.

Xia Liang frowned and looked at Tang Mo's proud and cold back and fell into meditation.

He was clearly deliberately keeping a distance from her.

On the way back, Xia Liang and Tang mo were silent all the way

"Young master, what's going on? Didn't you go to see the master? Why is this hand bleeding... "

Seeing the scars on Tang Mo's body, housekeeper Cheng frowned and said with concern.

"In case of some situation, I'll go another day."

In a low voice, Tang Mo turned and went upstairs, leaving Xia Liang with housekeeper Cheng.

His eyes sank, looking at the figure of Tang Mo who didn't look back, Xia Liang's thoughts were confused.

Just at such a thrilling moment in the hospital, it was an instinct for Tang Mo to protect her in his arms, but why do you deliberately alienate her now?

Xia Liang doesn't understand.

"Miss Xia, what's going on? Young master, he? "

Housekeeper Cheng is worried.

But Xia Liang, who was in a trance, didn't hear it. She directly ignored housekeeper Cheng and turned and went upstairs.

Housekeeper Cheng looked at the two men and was confused for a moment.

Back in the room, Xia Liang directly lay in bed without changing his clothes. The scene just happened in the hospital was replayed frame by frame in his mind, and Xia Bingqing's words kept flashing back in his mind.

"Is it because of Xia Bingqing's words?"

Xia Liang whispered.

She really couldn't understand Tang Mo's heart. She fed her a mouthful of sugar and refused her thousands of miles.

Suddenly, thinking of the wound on Tang Mo's arm, Xia Liang suddenly sat up from the bed.

I have shed so much blood. I should make it up for him.

Do as you say, Xia Liang immediately ran to the kitchen.

When she opened the refrigerator, she found that it was full, but there was nothing she wanted.

It took a long time to find some bones in a pile of ingredients.

"Miss Xia, what do you want to eat? Just tell us to do it. "

Suddenly, a surprised voice came from behind. Xia Liang turned around and saw Aunt Chen, who was cooking, standing behind her. She was trying to reach out for the things in her hand.

One turned and dodged. Xia Liang refused: "no, no, no, I'll do it myself."

But Aunt Chen didn't give up. She looked at her suspiciously.

You know, the summer in front of her is not as cold as before. If she doesn't serve well, she may lose her job every minute.

"I said I'll come, you hurry out."

Xia Liang frowned, pushed Aunt Chen out, and then plunged into the kitchen.

After busy for several hours, looking at the bone soup in the pot, Xia Liang took off his apron with satisfaction.

Scooped a mouthful and tasted the taste. Xia Liang nodded with satisfaction.

I didn't expect to cook for such a long time. The craft is still there.

Scooped a bowl and she went upstairs.

Standing in front of the door, he raised his hand and hesitated for a few seconds. Xia Liang didn't know whether to knock.

"Zhi", just when she hesitated, the door was opened, and Tang Mo's clearly defined face appeared in front of her.

For a moment, Xia Liang was stunned in situ, and his raised hand was still stiff in mid air.

Seeing her, Tang Mo frowned, then opened his thin lips and said, "what's up?"

Only then did Xia Liang react. He raised the bowl of soup in his hand: "Oh, I just boiled the soup. You shed so much blood today. Drinking this is good for your wound."

Hearing her words, Tang Mo looked down at the soup in her hand.

"Let aunt do such things in the future."

With a cold sound, Xia Liang's whole heart suddenly sank.

When she looked up at Tang Mo, the man's expressionless face could not see any emotion.

She cooked bone soup for several hours, but he said "just let aunt come". Inexplicably lost, Xia Liang looked down at his feet.

"Give it to me."

Tang Mo's low voice came over her head. She nuozi and handed the soup to her.

Tang Mo reached out to pick it up, but accidentally involved the wound. A burst of tearing pain suddenly spread, and his hand suddenly stopped.

As if aware of something wrong, Xia Liang looked up and frowned when he saw Tang Mo, with a painful face.

In a panic, she immediately said, "are you okay?"

Tang Mo shook his head, but the tight facial features didn't look like nothing.

"I'll bring it in for you."

Seeing his pain, Xia Liang opened his mouth directly, and then crossed him and went in.

The man's room sent out a unique smell, like the cool wood fragrance on him and the breath of mint, which made Xia Liang take a few breaths.

Put down the soup. When she turned to Tang Mo, she told him, "remember to drink while it's hot."

"Yes."

Tang Mo answered carelessly, then sat down at the computer desk, staring at the computer all the time.

Frowned, Xia Liang picked up the soup and walked over: "I'd better say goodbye. I'll watch you drink before you go. I don't want you to waste my efforts."

Put the soup in front of Tang Mo Shi. Xia Liang doesn't believe Tang Mo Shi.

Raised his head, Tang Mo glanced at Xia Liang and lifted his cold lips: "so let aunt do this kind of thing."

The cold voice broke into his ears, and Xia Liang was suddenly stimulated.

"You... Tang Mo, why are you so unkind and kind-hearted?"

There was a layer of anger in meimou. Xia Liang said angrily, and then picked up the soup and went out.

But as soon as I turned around, I accidentally stepped on something on the ground and fell back.

The soup in the bowl was splashed out in an instant, and "Hua" spilled on the snow-white carpet. The strong smell suddenly filled the whole room and overshadowed the original smell in the room.

Xia Liang instinctively narrowed his eyes and was preparing to have an intimate contact with the floor.

But the next second, he fell steadily into Tang Mo's arms.

When he opened his eyes and saw Tang Mo's frown and blood oozing from the bandage, Xia Liang suddenly broke free from his arms: "I didn't mean it. How are you? Does it hurt?"

Some are at a loss. Xia Liang's hand is flustered and doesn't know where to put it. When he looks at Tang Mo with an apologetic face.

Glancing at the wound, Tang Mo's sword eyebrow was cold.

"Xia Liang, can you be careful! I can't save you every time! "

Tang Mo stared at Xia Liang and said word by word.

"Why are you like this? I didn't ask you to save me. I kind-hearted to cook soup for you. You don't appreciate me! Tang Mo, you really don't know what to do! Bastard! "

"I don't need you to do that."

The faint sentence forced all the words in Xia Liang's mouth back.

"I think we should keep a distance."

A few words, but like a bolt from the blue, let Xia Liang freeze in place.

What doesn't need her to do this, what keeps her distance?

Didn't you say women's heart needle? When she looked at Tang Mo, her heart was the submarine needle!

"I don't understand."

Frowning, she opened her mouth, but at last she was unable to say.

"Don't you understand? We are brothers and sisters. Xia Bingqing has made it very clear today! "

"So? Just because you are brother and sister, you have to keep a distance? "

Xia Liang murmured, and his clear eyes sank.

"I'm afraid I can't control it. Do you understand Xia Liang? I'm afraid I can't control falling in love with you!"

Tang Mo suddenly approached. He sank to a deep voice. His clenched fist suddenly hit the wall behind Xia Liang, making a dull noise.

The heart "clattered" for a while. Xia Liang leaned against the wall and looked up at Tang Mo with an unbelievable.

In the dim light, Tang Mo's eyes were very bright, like a lonely star in the night sky.