Mo Nanjue pursed his thin lips and didn't speak for a long time, Tong Ran thought he was thinking, but the man suddenly held her wrist with his backhand, "Are you feeling sorry for him?!"

“……”

What the...... That's not the right point!

Tong Ran rolled her eyes, she pressed the gauze on his arm tightly, who was she distressing?!

She stood up with the pill box, and Mo Nanjue also got up and hugged her and walked towards the bathroom, "Go wash up." ”

"Don't ...... you"

"Ahem!" Chenchen lifted the quilt to cover his face and rolled on the bed with a smile.

Wrong...... There is no balcony in the washroom(╯□╰)o

Outside the door, Mo Beiyan stood leaning against the door panel, he heard Tong Ran's words clearly, the man put up his legs, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

Bang!

The door was pushed open.

Mo Beiyan was stunned, and hurriedly straightened up, Mo Nanjue looked at him coldly, "You are eavesdropping here?!"

"Who said I eavesdropped?" Mo Beiyan walked to the railing, "My room, I can listen to it as much as I like!"

Mo Nanjue kicked at him, his handsome face was cold, "Did you hear it?"

Mo Beiyan took out a cigarette, and Mo Nanjue reached out and grabbed it and put it on his lips, "Lighter." ”

“……”

What people?!

Mo Beiyan lit the cigarette for him, Mo Nanjue didn't smoke it, just put it between his fingers, he looked into the distance, he couldn't hear the sound for a long time, the man turned around, "Don't you say something?"

Mo Beiyan propped up the railing with both hands, "What did you say?"

"Whatever!"

“……”

Mo Beiyan blew his hair, and after brewing for a long time, he didn't know what to say, he reached out and brushed the burgundy broken hair, "I have a sore throat, you say it first." ”

Monan Jue's index finger flicked down the ashes, "My throat hurts." ”

Aren't sore throats and sore throats the same concept?!

Mo Beiyan couldn't twist him, he clenched his hand into a fist and put it to his mouth and coughed lightly, "Actually, ......"

"Big young master!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the top of the stairs, and the two maids rushed up in a hurry, "Second young master, it's not good, the old man is not good!"

Mo Nanjue frowned, the cigarette butt suddenly burned his fingers, he shook it hard, turned around and pushed the door into the room.

……

Twenty minutes later.

The main building was full of people, Mo Nanjue and Mo Beiyan strode in, and the maid hurriedly made a way, "The eldest young master, the second young master." ”

Lin Meijie hurriedly walked over, "Why did you come, the old man has been waiting for you." Is Chenchen here? ”

Tong Ran walked in with Chenchen in his arms, his handsome little face was tense, obviously he didn't have a good memory here, but he didn't say anything, just stared at Mo Nanjue.

The man nodded slightly at him, and Mo Yaochen relaxed his expression at this time, holding Tong Ran's neck with both hands.

The bed collapsed, Mo Zhenglong was lying flat, the golden basin on the side was full of coughed blood, and the four elders of the Chen family stood on the side, "The old man returned to the light yesterday, and today he is in a very bad state, and he coughs up blood as soon as he speaks, and it is estimated that he will ......"

Lin Meijie hugged Chenchen to the bed, Tong Ran wanted to follow but was stopped, Mo Zhenglong stood up, and the maid put a pillow on his back, "Good grandson, come over and ......"

Mo Yaochen stared at him vigilantly, Mo Zhenglong reached out and touched his head, "Grandpa Tai is leaving, do you remember what you said that day?"

Mo Yaochen didn't know what he said at all, he nodded, "Remember." ”

I didn't remember the →_→ who would definitely be killed