Looking back on it now, it's still scary.

"Follow me. Zhuo Song whispered, opened the passenger seat, and he drove her out.

Gu Chuyan sat in the passenger seat, her body trembled terribly, her little hands grabbed the armrest, her lips trembled, she turned her head and asked, "Zhuo Song, tell me, where did he go?"

Zhuo Songjun's face was slightly gloomy, and his hand holding the steering wheel was tight.

"He... It's not very good right now. Zhuo Song said in a low voice.

The first time I saw Xiao Mohan fall ill, it was in Jincheng before, and he was knocked unconscious by asking the water and brought him back to Xiao's house, and Zhuo Song had only seen it once. This time I came to Jincheng, mainly to protect him.

"He... Is he sick?" asked Gu Chuyan in a low voice.

Zhuo was silent, drove wildly, and headed towards the "Greeting Pavilion".

Along the way, Gu Chuyan was silent.

"Sister-in-law, my lord is inside. Han Changqing stood in the cold wind, and when he saw her figure, he turned around and stepped forward, stretched out his hand to clasp hers, and pushed Gu Chuyan inside.

Inside the "Anwen Pavilion", there was silence.

Han Changqing stood in the dark night, smoking a cigarette, and said to Zhuo Song: "Master must know that if I asked you to find my sister-in-law, he will definitely break my leg." ”

"But I can't bear to watch my master suffer. Han Changqing's heart was extremely complicated, looking at Gu Chuyan's figure, he smoked his cigarette vigorously.

Zhuo was silent, reached forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's going to be fine. Zhuo Song said in a low voice, he knew that Han Changqing was worried about Xiao Mohan, and he was also worried.

The dark room, the dim light, emitted a warm yellow light, and Gu Chuyan walked in anxiously.

"Chuchu. Xiao Mohan heard footsteps, he stood up and walked towards her.

Gu Chuyan stretched out her hand and turned on the light, only to see Xiao Mohan dressed neatly and standing in front of her.

"Mo Han, what's wrong with you?" asked Gu Chuyan.

She reached out to pull his wrist, but Xiao Mohan avoided her hand and said in a deep voice, "It's just that something came to them, did you wake up?"

Gu Chuyan burst into tears, and she reached out and patted his chest: "You're still lying!"

She tugged at his wrist and looked at his big palm, which was covered in blood, and although it had been treated, she could still smell blood.

She bowed her head and kissed his palm, tears dripping down her face.

"Mo Han. Gu Chuyan's hands trembled, she reached out and clasped his shoulders hard, turned over and pushed him down on the bed, she knelt on top of him.

"Chuchu. Xiao Mohan clasped her wrist, pursed his lips and said, "I'm fine, I'm really fine." ”

Gu Chuyan's hand was clasped by him, she lowered her head and bit his button, biting hard, tearing his shirt open, and the man's strong body was presented in front of her.

The sturdy body vaguely felt a piece of red, as if it was on the surface of the skin, wanting to rise, but it was suppressed.

"I'm sick again, isn't it?" Gu Chuyan broke his hand, touched his chest with his little hand, and stroked it gently.

"Shhh Xiao Mohan endured it, but this pain almost tore off his veins, and he groaned in pain.

Gu Chuyan touched her little hand, and her fingertips were hot, as if through the skin, the red thing was so hot that it could burn her fingertips.

She reached out to hold Xiao Mohan's face and lowered her head to kiss his thin lips.

The woman's lilac tongue skillfully picked at his lips, sucking gently, her little hands around his body, and her fingertips picking at his shirt.

Xiao Mohan's big palm slowly lifted and clasped her small waist.

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