The Wei Mansion is about rules, and Mo Hua wants to see Wei Jiang and has to get Li's consent first. Li was busy with Wei Jiang's illness and had long forgotten about the person Jì Mohua. After seeing him, Li Shi was surprised and asked with concern, "Are you injured?" ”

Mo Hua's lips were dry and tight, because he had lost too much blood. He didn't know how pale and ugly his face was at this time, so he said lightly: "It's okay, it's just a little injured." Is she okay? Can I go see her. ”

"Okay, but the person is still asleep, I'll take you to her."

With that, the Li family led Mohua through the crescent moon door hole and went up the stairs. Mo Hua's feet were floating, and stepping on the stairs was like stepping on cotton, shaky.

His eyes were glazed, and Mo Hua bit his lower lip hard to sober himself.

When I got to the door of Wei Jiang, I heard a commotion inside. When I opened the door, I saw Wei Dalang and Erlang, and there was peace next to them. Wei Jiang sat beside Ping'an, his face as ruddy as a delicate flower.

With a "bang", Mo Hua's eyes were completely spent, and his face was not white, but green.

Wei Erlang turned around and saw him, and shouted, "Brother Mo is here, just as Ah Jiang woke up, come and sit." ”

With that, he reached out and pulled Mo Hua over and pressed it onto the round stool. All of a sudden, Wei Jiang was caught between Mohua and Ping'an, and his position was awkward.

After Mo Hua sat down, he unconsciously pulled the placket to cover the bandage inside, but the smell of medicine on his body was too strong. As soon as he entered the door, Wei Jiang could already smell it.

The corner of Wei Jiang's eyes flew and glanced at him. He laughed a little far-fetched.

Wei Erlang joked informably: "Huh? Brother Mo, why are your clothes so small? It's not like what you usually wear. ”

Wei Jiang glanced at him again after hearing this. This robe is tight, and the pattern is old-fashioned, like Master Chang's clothes.

Mo Hua must have been injured, and it was very serious.

Wei Jiang felt strange in his heart, and he couldn't tell what it was like. She pretended to ignore it, and turned to Ping An and smiled.

The smile on Ping'an's face disappeared, and Mo Hua snatched his seat in the instant, this son is invisible, and he is not qualified to take it back.

Fortunately, Wei Jiang stood on his side, safely regained a little face, and became hard, and met Mo Hua's elusive eyes with a fearless face.

"Brother Mo, are you feeling unwell?"

Ping An pretended to be concerned, feeling that he was well covered.

"No problem."

Mo Hua hooked his lips and smiled, and his usual smile climbed up his eyebrows, and he didn't put peace in his eyes at all.

"By the way, why are you here?"

Mo Hua asked rhetorically. Ping An heard a different meaning—you are not qualified to come.

Why?! Ping'an's smile stiffened, and a hint of anger vaguely floated.

"I'm here to see Ah Jiang."

Ping An is upright and unashamed, if you really want to talk about the first to come and then the way, Mo Hua is not qualified person.

In the room, Wei Dalang watched them carefully, and he knew it in his heart. Wei Erlang didn't seem to think it was messy enough, so he added fuel and vinegar, and stir-fried it fiercely.

"yes, he's got something coming. Brother Mo, you came empty-handed, it's not right. ”

Mo Hua almost gave his life, is there a more expensive gift than this?

Wei Dalang glanced at Wei Wei and straightened up for Mo Hua.

"Mo Hua helped save Wei Jiang, and that's enough."

With that, he got up and lifted Wei Erlang's collar. "Let's go if we have nothing to do with each other, let them talk for a while."

Wei Dalang dragged Wei Erlang away, and Ping An was still sitting next to Ping Jiang, reluctant or unwilling to go. Wei Dalang entered the door and dragged him away again.

The idlers dispersed, and only Wei Jiang and Mo Hua were left in the house, with the bitter smell of medicine and the cool smell of Jinchuang ointment...... It should be two distinct flavors, but they are ambiguously entangled.

Wei Jiang didn't know what to do to him, was it Yi Er Niang's thoughts, or was it Wei Er's identity? No matter who it is, they should hate him, but now Wei Jiang is soft, after all, he saved her.

"Are your injuries alright?" Wei Jiang opened her mouth, she planned not to say so, but this seemed to come out of her own and was not under her control.

Mo Huawan'er, a pair of blue ink eyes were gentle like water, and all the pain was buried by her reluctant concern.

"It's fine." As he spoke, he unconsciously touched the cigarette stick.

Gone! Looking down, he realized that it was Master Chang's robe.

There was no cigarette stick, he was uncomfortable, he rubbed the corners of his clothes with his hands, and then touched his chest, and suddenly became shy and frizzy.

Just when Mo Hua was at a loss, Wei Jiang felt a little stuffy, his chest seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't breathe. She got up and opened the window in the room, then sat back down, and inadvertently raised her eyes, and saw his smiling face again, and his eyes were so deep that they were blurred.

Wei Jiang was also uncomfortable, so he got up and sat on a different stool to stay away from him. After sitting down, she unconsciously lifted Erlang's legs, inadvertently revealing her usual charm. At this time, she was too young, and she looked a little out of tune.

Mo Hua didn't feel strange, but there was an indescribable taste in his heart, there was something in his soul that was about to move, like an ant that had just broken through the ground and was about to crawl around along his blood and bone marrow.

Mo Hua felt itchy, his heart was itchy, and his wounds were itching. He stood up suddenly, grabbed Wei Jiang's hand, and dragged him hard.

Wei Jiang fell into his arms before she could react, she was taken aback, and after relieving herself, she couldn't help pushing him and telling him to let go.

Mo Hua ignored it, grabbed her waist and lifted her up, and put her on the table.

"I've seen you...... A long time ago......"

He whispered in her ear, a fiery breath beating against her flushed cheeks.

He was dazed, and she was sober. They have been together for three years, and she knows everything about him and knows where to kiss him, he will get out of control. At the beginning, they interacted and interacted in such a posture, leaving her first red on the table of the flower floor.

I don't know if it's because of the medicine, Wei Jiang is weak, she bites her lip and can't push him anymore. He salivated and pressed closer and tighter.

Wei Jiang couldn't help but avoid his eyes, glanced down from the corner of his eye, and saw that blood was spilling from the placket of his clothes, and then he went inside, and the bandages under his clothes were clear at a glance.

He was really badly injured, where did he go? Why did it hurt like this?

Wei Jiang's thoughts were scattered, sometimes loose and sometimes tight. When she was loose, she didn't know whether she was Er Niang or Wei Jiang, and she was so confused that she couldn't make sense; At that moment, she knew that the person in front of her was the murderer of the Wei family, she should be vigilant, she should hate him, and she should kill him while he was injured.

No matter what kind of thoughts, Mo Hua approached and disappeared in an instant. He lowered his head and sucked on her ear, teeth biting.

Wei Jiang's whole body tightened unconsciously, and he was so stiff that he was chilling. Fear was mixed, she was afraid, she wanted to escape.

Mo Hua suddenly leaned over and kissed her on the lips, so hard that her teeth hit her front teeth. Soreness, pain, bitterness, numbness...... It's like knocking over a five-flavor bottle in your mouth. He was as soft and delicate as a snake, domineering and presumptuous in her mouth, sweeping away all the uncomfortable tastes.

Wei Jiang catered to him, not because she wanted to, but because of this body, it seemed to have its own consciousness, greedily sucking the long-lost love and desire, it had tasted love, and it had been immersed in the dark waves.

The legs consciously wrapped around his waist, and the arms wrapped around his neck uncontrollably, and his soft and boneless body seemed to miss him.

Mo Hua reached into the hem of her clothes, and the immature clove milk was like two well-behaved finch, and the pointed beak touched the palm of his hand. He wanted to knead it vigorously but was afraid that it would break, so he gently wrapped it in his hands.

Suddenly, Wei Jiang trembled, and his soul returned to its place. She was so embarrassed that she dragged her disobedient body out of his palm, and then raised her hand to slap him hard.

"Pop", extremely crisp. Mo Hua was shocked, stared, and looked at her in a daze.

"You...... You shameless! ”

Wei Jiang gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice. Hatred has claws, and it has torn Mohua to shreds.

Mo Hua was not afraid of this slap, he had tasted her sweetness just now, and he didn't feel enough and stuck to it again. No matter how Wei Jiang beats him, bites him, and kicks him, his skin is as thick as a copper wall, and he has to occupy a peak.

This time, Wei Jiang was extremely sober, she didn't want to be taken advantage of by him again, so she hit his injuries fiercely. Finally, Mo Hua faltered, and he took a few steps back in pain. Taking advantage of this, Wei Jiang hurriedly jumped back to the ground, and was about to turn around, when the door suddenly opened.

It was peace, premeditated, at this time. His eyes were fierce, like two resentful arrows, piercing Mo Hua.

"My stuff has fallen." There are no three hundred taels of silver here, and he changed his weakness in the past, and pushed Mo Hua away from his place. Then, he turned his head to look at Wei Jiang, warm and affectionate.

"He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

The dove occupies Nestle, and it is so justifiable. Even if Mo Hua treated her, he didn't care about it.

"I didn't ...... No. ”

Wei Jiang has turned a big thing into a big thing, and a small thing has turned into nothing. It's not that she's afraid of Mo Hua, but she doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of Ping'an.

Ping An saw that her mouth was red, like blood. Mohua also has the corners of his lips. They didn't know it, one was casual, and the other was embarrassed to cover up.

Ping'an was on fire in his heart, and even a little aggrieved. Mo Hua snatched what belonged to him, but he didn't even have the qualifications to roll and splash.

This account can't let him go!

"He'an, that's what you left behind, right?"

Mo Hua casually picked something from the ground and asked with a smile. Without waiting for Ping An to reply, he stuffed the things in his hand into him, and then pushed, closed, and locked...... He and Wei Jiang were left in the room.

Mo Hua stretched out his index finger and gently wiped the blood from Wei Jiang's lips, revealing a smile that had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

"He's seen ......"

Wei Jiang was furious, raised his hand and slapped him again. Mo Hua smiled and fell. She didn't understand her hatred, gritted her teeth and raised her hand again, but this time Mo Hua caught it.

He restrained the smile in his eyes and said solemnly: "Let him go, you can't believe this person." ”