Chapter 1682: Xiao Yijue is a good boy and knows how to maintain his dignity

"Huh. Yao Rong smiled bitterly in a low voice, obviously a little helpless.

Hearing the sound, Zhuo Song put on his nightgown and ran outside, and he was frightened when he saw Yao Rong falling to the ground and the table still pressing on her lap.

"Rongrong, what's wrong with you? Zhuo Zhen rushed forward, lifted the table, carried her to bed, lifted the hem of her skirt, and wanted to examine her wounds.

Yao Rong pressed his hand, and his voice was very light and soft.

"It should be the first time to return the message, you help me read it. Yao Rong's voice was very calm.

But the calmer she became, the more panicked Zhuo Song became.

The man's handsome face flashed with fear, he held her hand, held it tightly, his voice was extremely bitter, and read out the text message for her, Yao Rong smiled.

"Don't look at her being happy every day, she has too many things in her heart, Zhuo Song, can you send her one for me every day in the future? At least, this can prove that I really....very good. Yao Rong's voice was a little low, as if it was far away.

"Good. Zhuo Song responded, got up and wanted to get the medicine to wipe it for her.

Sensing him leaving, Yao Rong stretched out his hand and wanted to grab him.

But when the hand reaches into the air, it shrinks back alive!

She didn't want to be a burden to others, no matter how scared, no matter how scared, no matter how difficult it was, she had to hold on to herself.

Looking at her hand stretched out in the air but retracted, Zhuo Song held her wrist with his backhand and said in a deep voice, "I'll go get the medicine box, and I'll come." ”

"Dudu" Zhuo Song's mobile phone vibrate, skimming at the screen, it was Gu Chuyan calling.

"Hey, sister-in-law. ”

Gu Chuyan heard his voice, and she said in a low voice: "Zhuo Song, I will find a way to deal with her affairs, but, is she okay now?"

"Good. ”

"Take good care of her for me... Yao Rong is insecure. ”

He answered the phone and listened to Gu Chuyan's words, he only responded briefly, Yao Rong got up nervously, afraid that he would say something.

Halfway up the mountain, villa.

After Xiao Mohan finished talking about the troops, when he got up, he suddenly saw a pause in the monitoring, he stepped forward, stretched out his finger and tapped backwards.

In the afternoon, he rushed back from the army and asked Xiao Ran to assist the Yao family, and after hanging up the phone, he vaguely felt uncomfortable.

Pushing the door into the bedroom, a mouthful of blood spat out, and he endured the pain to clear the floor.

His clothes were stained with blood, and after he took off his clothes, he turned around and wanted to walk towards the bathroom, when he heard a faint voice, and when he turned around, he saw the little fox there.

But unexpectedly, when the monitoring was regressing, it was Xiao Yijue lying outside the door, watching him vomit blood.

"Dad. In Xiao Mohan's mind, the appearance of him calling himself, running into the bathtub, touching his face, and giving him candy to eat.

Xiao Mohan's eyes were deep, looking at the surveillance scene, his fingertips rubbed lightly, and said, "Good son." ”

Xiao Yijue obviously wanted to cover up for Xiao Mohan and respect his father's arrogant side, so he ran away!

Xiao Mohan saved this monitoring cut into the computer and restored the system to normal.

"Why don't you sleep yet, do you have something on your mind?" Xiao Mohan walked back to the bedroom and saw her standing on the balcony in a daze, the man strode forward and hugged her waist from behind.

"Aren't you in my heart, the position is occupied, what else can happen?" Gu Chuyan glanced at him and raised her face.

Xiao Mohan listened, smiled deeply, and lowered his head to press against her face.

"Then let me see. Xiao Mohan's voice was hoarse, and his fingertips swam towards her.

Gu Chuyan squatted down and wanted to slip away from under his armpit, but Xiao Mohan reached out, picked her up horizontally, and threw her ......into his arms.

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