There was still a faint sound of something falling to the ground in the ward behind her, Rong Qian staggered and couldn't keep up with Mo Zun's steps, she had a lot to ask, but looking at his tall and handsome back, she couldn't say anything.

The lights in the hospital corridor were lit only once at long intervals, and the front was gray.

Mo Zun's steps were so great that he could only keep up with him when he trotted slightly.

Turning the cloister, we took the stairs.

Because the light above his head was dim, he couldn't see the road under his feet clearly, Mo Zun went downstairs extremely fast, and when he was about to reach the first floor, Rong Qian almost fell down with one foot in the air.

It was his arm that subconsciously lifted up to prevent her body from touching the ground.

Rong Qian grabbed his clothes indiscriminately to stabilize himself when he was in a panic, and finally stood still, raised his eyes, and the picture that came into his eyes was only shocking.

The blood on Mo Zun's forehead did not stop at all, half of his face was covered with bright blood, and there was no expression in those deep eyes, which was as deep as inky black, and it was more infiltrating than a barren dry well.

Rong Qian opened her mouth, her face turned slightly pale with fright, and she pinched the open placket of the suit on his chest and did not let go unconsciously.

Mo Zun's cold eyes swept her down, and when he saw that she was fine, he pulled her away again.

Come outside the hospital......

The autumn wind swept through the whole body, and Rong Qian felt the truth in a trance.

Mo Zun's car stopped on the side of the road, and when he arrived, he opened the door and stuffed Rong Qian directly, and then he went around the front of the car to the driver's seat.

opened the door and sat in, in the dark compartment, Mo Zun did not turn on the lights.

He took out a tissue from the compartment of the carriage, pulled a few indiscriminately, and wiped the blood from his face.

Through the street lamp on the side of the road, it spilled in through the window glass, and the bright red penetrated the white ...... of the paper

Rong Qian blinked lightly, only to feel a heart in her chest beating wildly, especially when she saw Mo Zun roll up the tissue indiscriminately and cover the scar on her forehead...... She didn't know where she got the courage, but she actually put her hand on his arm.

Mo Zun's movements paused, his eyes fell on the hand of his arm, he raised his eyes, and looked like a frightened rabbit, a pair of clear eyes, with struggles and fears in them...... There are also those who dare not overstep it. 、

Met his gaze, she hesitated and withdrew her hand.

Mo Zun was unprovoked, and his heart softened when she hit him, and he lowered his voice, as if bursting out of his chest: "Scared you?"

Rong Qian sat up straight, her eyes flashed, and she looked ahead: "Mo Zun......"

"You want to ask what happened in the ward just now, right?" Mo Zun pressed the tissue in his palm unconcernedly to the wound.

Rong Qian only moved his mouth when he looked at it, but he didn't say anything.

"Does it subvert your cognition, so gentle Mrs. Li actually has a crazy and irritable side?" he said with some self-deprecation.

Rong Qian didn't know what was happening in the ward at that time, but the relationship between Mo Zun and Mrs. Li ...... Although she had some awareness earlier, she really didn't think at the time that they would be stiff to this extent?

What is it for Mrs. Li to say such cruel and poisonous words to Mo Zun?!

Mo Zun's hand on his forehead did not let go, his inky eyes stared at the roadside outside the car window, the cold texture could not be ignored, but with a bleak chill like winter.

The blood stains on his body had dried up, and he looked more and more embarrassed and conspicuous in the dark carriage.

It's like ...... It's like you've had a fight.

Rong Qian's two hands were stirred together, she couldn't stand such a quiet space, especially with a man like Mo Zun sitting next to him, who was covered in cold air and was faintly powerful.

She felt that she should say something, but the matter between Mrs. Li and Mo Zun was not something she could interfere with.

Rong Qian's mind was chaotic, and the hands that were clasped together unconsciously sweated, and just when she seemed slightly nervous, Mo Zun put down her hand.

A piece of paper stuck to the wound on his forehead, sticking to it, gently fluttering with the gentle flow of air in the car.

Mo Zun lowered his head and pulled out some more paper from the carton, but the bleeding had not stopped...... Rong Qian watched as the dark liquid penetrated the paper towel that had stuck to it again.

Her heart tightened slightly, and after struggling for a while, she finally spoke, and said in a tone of discussion with him: "You, can you wait for me here?"

Mo Zun turned around, Rong Qian didn't explain, she pursed her lips, reached out to open the car door and went down, and ran towards the hospital.

Mo Zun watched her back disappear with cold eyes, and he continued to press the wound with a tissue.

Mrs. Li's teacup smashed over the head can be said to be impartial, just above the eyebrow bone, if it deviates slightly, it is on the eyes.

Mo Zun remembered that on the hospital bed, Mrs. Li's voice was hoarse, and the corners of his mouth showed an extremely cold smile...... I don't know how many times I've experienced a picture like today, but every time I see her painful and crazy side, Mo Zun feels that he is probably really perverted, and he actually feels a trace of pleasure.

The blood on his forehead showed signs of stopping, Mo Zun didn't bother to care anymore, he took out the car keys from his pocket, and as soon as he put them on, the door was opened.

It was Rong Qian, who went and returned, she carried a bag of things in her hand, bent down to sit in the car, and closed the door.

Because she ran out, her breath was slightly disordered, and when she turned around, she spread out the bag in her hand: "I said that it was to scrub the wound, and the nurse prescribed these medicines, so take iodophor and wipe it first, right?"

She raised her head, her eyes were clear and transparent, reflecting the bright light of the street lamps outside, and the tip of her delicate nose was long on that face, no more, no less, adding to the charm and lightness.

Mo Zun let go of the car key, and he leaned directly on the back of the chair, and the unwiped blood stained face was lazy and calm, as if the seeping wound was not on his forehead: "Come on!"

Rong Qian: "......"

Well, seeing that he is so serious, he really needs someone to help scrub it.

Rong Qian took out the iodophor potion from the bag, unscrewed it, found the cotton swab bag and opened it, and pulled out a few sticks.

The first time she did the work of scrubbing someone's wound, her hands trembled a little just by looking at it, she propped herself up from her chair, knelt on it with one leg, and then scrubbed the blood around his cheek with a cotton swab dipped in the potion.

The strength of the shallow is extremely light, and it is not carefully felt, like a feather brushing the cheeks.

Mo Zun opened his eyes and looked at the woman above who was scrubbing his wounds very seriously.

This is the first time he has observed a woman in this posture, it is not unusual, it is fake, the skin of the baby's muscles is fair and clean, the eyebrows and eyes are like paintings, curved and shallow, and the facial features have a sense of softness, which is both pure and delicate and charming.

She was wearing a loose white coat, because she was going to give him medicine, the sleeves of the shirt were pushed above her elbows, revealing her slender white arms, and she held a cotton swab in one hand and a potion in the other, and carefully wiped the blood around his forehead......

Mo Zun felt her technique, the evil man's face softened, he closed his eyes, and leisurely enjoyed her service.

The sexy thin lips raised a faint arc.

Rong Qian rubbed it very carefully, and when the blood stains were washed away, the angular face of the wheat color emerged, which was cold and hard, and there was a faint awe-inspiring momentum between the eyebrows, even if the eyes were closed, it still emanated from the inside out.

Mo Zun is such a man, Rong Qian can't imagine what kind of bloody wind and rain he has experienced as the head of the Mo family, but the breath on his body, sometimes once released, it is like a dormant beast, which is creepy.

Rong Qian thought about what Mo Lu said to her in her mind, the Mo family could gain a firm foothold in Nanjiang and have such status and power...... The risks involved are certainly not proportionate to the apparent peace and tranquility.

Mo Zun, has he experienced life and death?

Rong Qian couldn't help but have this thought in his heart, because he was distracted, his subordinates' movements unconsciously became heavier, which made Mo Zun's brows twist slightly, and he broke open his eyes.

Those dark eyes stared at her heavily, "What are you thinking?"

Rong Qian was flustered for a moment, and then stabilized, she turned around and poured some medicine and wine again, and continued to help him wash the wound.

"Nothing!" in a faint tone, casually coping with the past.

Mo Zun raised his hand and grabbed her wrist violently, it was the right hand that was recuperating...... He raised his eyes, even if she leaned loosely on the back of the chair, she was kneeling, but in the face of him, she was in a weak position.

Rong Qian held the cotton swab and didn't dare to move easily.

The corners of Mo Zun's mouth slowly raised a smile: "Rong Qian, do you know who I am?"

Rong Qian looked at him, "Mo Zun!"

"You dare to perfunctory me?" he said without any emotion.

The expression on Rong Qian's face did not change at all, her eyebrows were clear and elegant, and she looked at him for three seconds before she spoke softly: "The Venerable Master of Nanjiang will also be injured, and his head will be broken and bleeding ......."

Her voice did not fluctuate, there was no disdain or ridicule, but she calmly stated what she thought in her heart.

Mo Zun stared at her for a long time, he chuckled lightly and let go of his hand: "You woman still has a little advantage, that is, she is quiet and knows how to restrain herself under what circumstances." ”

Rong Qian should be grateful to him for his compliment, she lowered her eyes and collected her thoughts, his wound was extremely deep, and she wiped the blood around her, making her skin more and more open.

Rong Qian poured medicinal wine on the wound, and Mo Zun didn't frown.

This man, his endurance is beyond the reach of others.

Rong Qian had experienced the hot taste of iodine lying on the wound, and Mo Zun's performance at this time would only make her feel unfathomable danger!

Just ask, a man who can ignore even the pain calmly, he may really be more than that!

Rong Qian wrapped gauze around his forehead, which was exaggerated, but it was also conducive to the recovery of the wound.

After tying the knot in the back, she turned around and sat in her place, cleaned up the garbage thrown in the bag, and Mo Zun had already twisted the key and started the car.

Rong Qian didn't bring up the matter of getting out of the car to throw out the garbage, and was silent all the way, and the car drove back to the imperial city of Yijing.

No matter how late the butler is, he will come out and open the iron door.

Mo Zun's car drove all the way into the garage, and when the engine turned off, he took the lead in unbuttoning his seat belt and getting out of the car.

Rong Qian took the medicine bought back from the hospital, she followed behind, and when she entered the hall, Mo Zun was gone.

The housekeeper came back from outside, Rong Qian handed her the medicine casually, and told Mo Zun to change it once or twice a day.

The housekeeper was flattered and refused, giving her great courage, and she didn't dare to break ground on Mo Zun's head.

Rong Qian's voice really can't be refused, and the housekeeper can't do it, so he has to respond.

Rong Qian returned to the room, she wanted to call Mrs. Li to ask, but she thought that she heard Mrs. Li's collapse and yelling outside the ward just now...... She finally dialed the phone number of the nurse Xiao Wang.

Xiao Wang came to answer outside the ward, she lowered her voice and said to Rong Qian: "Young grandma, Madame has already slept...... You can rest assured. ”

"Mom, she...... Are you alright?" asked Rong Qian, looking for the words.

"I cried for some reason just now, but now I've settled down!"

Rong Qian wanted to ask again, but when the words came to his lips, he only said in the end, asking her to take good care of Mrs. Li, so he hung up the phone.

Rong Qian sat on the edge of the bed in her room and hung up the phone, she was holding the phone in a daze...... There was still a selection ad posted on the phone, and there was a vibrating sound, and she came back to her senses.

Then he stood up and grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Mrs. Li's relationship with Mo Zun is so stiff, so why is she so good to her, and I hope that she and Mo Zun can have a good relationship and have children?

Since...... She was also worried about Mo Zun, what knot could she untie, and she could say such vicious curses?!

Rong Qian can't figure it out, but there is always a hidden confusion in his heart.

She came out after taking a shower, and heard the sound of the door closing, and her steps subconsciously paused.

Qingya's face was expressionless, but the eyelids that were urged to drop easily revealed her nervousness.

Fortunately, after the door closed, there was no other sound.

Rong Qian's whole body did not relax, and when she lay down in the bed, the room was dark...... The tense nerves dare to relax slowly.

This night, she unexpectedly slept deeply.

The night was dreamless until dawn, and it was the sunlight that shone through the cracks in the curtains that she opened her eyes.

Rong Qian sat up and stretched, she uncovered the quilt like that, got out of bed barefoot and walked to the window.

Pull open the curtains, the sun is shining in the garden, and the sparrows are standing in the treetops chirping, a rich and beautiful day...... A faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

The phone rang, and Rong Qian turned around and picked up the phone in front of the bedside table.

It was an unfamiliar number, and she answered with a puzzled frown: "Hey, hello." ”

“…… Remember me?" came a mellow voice from the other end.

Rong Qian was stunned, she glanced at her phone, and then called out the person's name uncertainly: "Teacher Cyril?"

"Hehe, it seems that you haven't forgotten yet!" the man seemed to be in a good mood.

Rong Qian heard the sound of the rim of the cup colliding, making a soft sound, and on such a morning, there was an unexpected tranquility.

"I promised to paint you a picture, it's been raining lately, and the weather isn't beautiful, how about it, do you have time today?"

He asked her, and Rong Qian's heart rose with irrepressible excitement, she really liked Teacher Cyril's paintings, especially the opportunity to have him paint a portrait of her himself......

Rong Qian agreed without thinking about it, but when he agreed, he couldn't help but think of Mrs. Li......

Yesterday, Mrs. Li and Mo Zun quarreled so fiercely that they both started to move, she should have gone over to take a look...... But if you delay the time on Teacher Cyril's side, it will inevitably seem a lot more ignorant, and Rong Qian bit his lip and hesitated.

Who knew that Ji Yanlin said on the phone: "Okay, you come out now, we'll see you on the top floor of Nanjiang Yellow Mall, and after helping you finish painting, go back in the afternoon to adjust the color." ”

It turned out to be a sketch, and I went back to adjust the color in the afternoon.

This can save a lot of time, Rong Qian was slightly relieved, she hung up the phone in response, and went into the bathroom to wash.

After finishing the painting in the morning, it was not too late for her to go to the hospital again, after all, Master Cyril's work was still a sketch drawn by him himself, and not everyone could get a copy!

Rong Qian went downstairs, and heard the maid's panting voice from the living room from a distance: "Sir, do you hurt, if you hurt, say it, I will lighten it." ”

Walking through the hallway, on the sofa in the living room, Mo Zun was dressed in casual clothes and put his arms open on the sofa.

The clothes are lazy like the emperor, and the evil eyes do not speak, but they are still full of deterrence.

A servant in a maid's uniform knelt beside him, and his bumpy figure just presented the woman's curvy peaks in front of him, untying the gauze on his forehead little by little and changing the dressing.

Because the other party had his back to her, Rong Qian didn't recognize who it was, but saw Mo Zunru's side of being smoothed out.

The maid untied the gauze and gasped, "Oh my God, what a deep wound, sir, it must be painful......"

The distressed tone, pretentious, undisguised his purpose, and even showed his bewitching figure as if he didn't have any.

Rong Qian stood a few meters away, and she quietly watched the scene.

In this family, as a wife, she watched the maid seduce her husband under her nose...... For the time being, it is understood that her husband and wife relationship with Mo Zun is real, and she didn't feel heartache.

It's just disgusting, disgusting that a woman like that is contaminated with Mo Zun, and he still enjoys it.

Everyone is an adult, what is the purpose of the other party, Rong Qian can see at a glance, she admits that goosebumps have developed on her skin, not because she cares about the man, but because she saw the scene with her own eyes.

She has never seen the world, and the reserve in her bones cannot make her feel that it is natural for a man to be ambiguous with other women, or even prostitution.

Rong Qian raised her right hand, put on her left arm without a trace, she turned her foot as if she didn't see it, and walked towards the restaurant.

After breakfast, she still has to go to the Yellow Mall...... If Ms. Cyril had left early, she would have been pressed for time.

Mo Zun looked at the woman coldly, and walked into the restaurant as if he didn't care, and went to eat breakfast calmly, with cold ice stains in his eyes.

The maid re-tied the gauze on him, smiled sweetly, and said in a coquettish voice, "Sir, all right, you ...... Is there anything else you need?"

The maid's hint was obvious, Mo Zun didn't look at the other party, and only spit out one word on his thin lips: "Get out." ”

Xiuxiang's face changed, she was afraid, and she was unwilling, and when she got up and left the sofa, she followed Mo Zun's gaze and looked at the restaurant, where Rong Qian was eating breakfast quietly.

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