When I saw the computer in the study, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, I was really afraid that Han Mo would remove the computer here.

If that were the case, I would have starved to death today.

As soon as I pressed the power button, Han Mo came in, and before I could sit down, he directly dragged me up: "What are you doing?" Who are you looking for?! ”

His strength has always been great, and it hurts me to hold my wrists.

I looked sideways at him and just thought it was funny: "Who am I looking for?" Who can I go to? ”

His face has always been ugly, and now when he looks at me, he can't wait to swallow me: "Fu Yao, let me tell you, don't talk about Jiang Feiyi, even if you are looking for Heavenly King Laozi, you don't want to go out from here!"

I was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted, no wonder he was angry like this, it turned out that the call just now was from Jiang Feiyi.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he dragged me out directly.

I didn't struggle, and let him drag me outside, until he dragged me to the living room, and I looked up at him and said coldly, "Are you trying to imprison me?"

He was stunned for a moment, didn't speak, dragged me to the sofa, reached out and hugged me into his arms, clasped my shoulder with his chin, and then said in my ear: "Yes, I just want to imprison me, Fu Yao, you should have thought when you beat the child out that you will always owe me!"

There are two things that I have never been able to let go: one is that Han Mo has never loved me from beginning to end, and he treats me as Ye Qiuxin, and finally sends me to Jiang Feiyi's bed with his own hands; The second is the child, although I told him that if he wanted to marry Xu Ran, I would kill the child, he still did not waver.

I admit that I am indeed ruthless, and I will knock out my own bloodline when I say I will beat it.

But what can I do other than that?

I was born as a junior, and now that I am a junior, do I still have to give birth to a child and suffer all the white eyes?

There is no mother who does not love her child, it is my flesh and blood, but I would rather he have never seen the sinister of this world than let him collect all the eyes of my time in this world.

Now Han Mo told me that this is what I owe him, and this is simply the biggest joke I have heard in all the years I have lived.

The high fever made my whole body limp, and I couldn't use any strength, but when I heard Han Mo's words, I didn't know where I got the strength, I raised my hand to push him away, stood up and raised my hand and slapped him directly: "Han Mo, you are the least qualified to mention children!"

Anyone can mention it, and anyone can accuse me of being ruthless, but only Han Mo has no qualifications at all.

On what basis does he accuse me?

He did all of this, and if he hadn't provoked me, none of this would have happened.

He looked up at me, touched the side of my face that I had just slapped just now, got up and grabbed my hand and forced me to step back: "Is your heart weak?" Fu Yao, will you also have a weak heart? ”

Guilty?

Hehe, that's funny.

"Why should I have a weak heart? Han Mo, the person with a weak heart should be you, right? Everything today is caused by you, and if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have had to go through this mess at all! ”

I shook off his hand and looked straight into his eyes: "Han Mo, I have lived for twenty-six years, and the thing I regret the most is that I smashed your wine bottle back then."

Final thing.

I've never said that, but now I can't help it.

He always felt that I owed him, and he felt so from the beginning to the present.

But what do I owe him, I owe nothing!

"Say it again, Fu Yao, say it again!"

He took a step forward, and behind me was a wall, and I was forced straight against the cold wall.

The coldness in Han Mo's eyes was too obvious, just like when he pressed me to the floor of the box.

I still remember who I was back then, fear, fear, shame, but now, I only have that hatred.

I looked at him and couldn't help but hook my lips and sneer: "I can't hear clearly or can't understand it, do you want me to say it again?" OK! Listen to Han Mo, I, Fu Yao, have lived for twenty-six years, and the one thing I regret the most is that I provoked you in the first place-hmm! ”

"Release—let go!"

His kiss was as fierce as that of a wolf in the field, not so much kissing me as gnawing at me.

We tugged at him like this, and I tried my best to play with him, but in the end, I lost first.

The antipyretic medicine has a sleeping effect, and after taking it, my limbs are weak, and I can't bear it after resisting for a while.

Han Mo never stopped, and I even wondered if he was going to bite my lip and swallow it.

The pain kept coming, and I used the last of my strength to bite him back. He was in pain and slightly relieved, and I raised my hand to push him away, but I fell directly to the ground because of my unstable center of gravity.

"Are you sick, Han Mo?!"

I raised my hand and wiped my lips, the blood on the back of my hand was very glaring, but I couldn't tell if it was mine or his.

He looked down at me, the blood on his lips was frighteningly bright, and the stinging redness of his eyes was terrifying.

"You're really ruthless, Fu Yao!"

All of a sudden, he raised his hand, and I thought he was going to punch me, but I didn't expect him to smash directly into the wall behind me.

I looked at him in a daze, the blood running down his fist, and I just looked at me, somehow feeling a little dark in front of me.

Then, there is no then.

I didn't know anything after I fell, and before I completely lost consciousness, I heard Han Mo calling me, one by one, in a panic that I had never heard before.

When I woke up again, I found that I was not in the hospital, but still in Han Mo's apartment, just on a drip.

Han Mo wasn't here, so he didn't know where he went.

There was a faint voice of conversation outside the door: "What do you want?"

It's not a voice I'm familiar with, it's probably a friend of Han Mo.

"She's determined to have nothing to do with you now, so why bother with you like this."

"When will I wake up?"

This time it was Han Mo's voice, low and hoarse, and I suddenly remembered the voice he had when he called me before I fainted.

I don't know if it was my delusion, but I could hear the panic in my tone.

"It depends on the situation, this high fever has not completely subsided, you can't make any more trouble, you have to let her rest well, if you really can't help it, I advise you to invite someone to come and watch her, otherwise, sooner or later, you will toss people and break them, and you don't always have tosse-"

"You can go."

Han Mo was obviously giving an eviction order, and the sound of footsteps sounded, and I couldn't hear anything clearly.

It wasn't until the footsteps got closer and closer that I quickly closed my eyes.

It's Han Mo.

He pushed open the hidden door and walked in, and I could feel him watching me.

Then I heard the chair being pulled, and he must have sat down, the breath so close that I could clearly smell the same shower gel as mine on him, and a strong smell of smoke.

There was a sudden warmth on my forehead, and the slight touch made me want to open my eyes to see what he was doing.

I couldn't help but be stunned when my cheeks warmed, and I couldn't help but open my eyes, but I didn't expect to meet his approaching eyes so suddenly.

One of his hands was still on my cheek, and he leaned forward not knowing what he wanted to do, and the distance between the two of them was no more than ten centimeters away from me.

I looked at him with my eyes open, motionless.

The look in his eyes seemed to be slightly stagnant, and soon, Han Mo withdrew his hand, sat up straight and looked at me: "What do you want to eat?"

I pursed my lips, and felt that my lips were very dry and dry, and my throat was hot and uncomfortable, and it was as painful as if there was a tightrope pulling at my flesh in that throat: "Yes, drink water."

He looked at me, didn't say anything, but filled me with a glass of water.

After moistening my throat, I got a little better, but my body was still a little hot, probably because the fever had not yet subsided.

"Porridge or rice?"

He asked again, his face still stiff, but I didn't have the strength or energy to pull him any longer.

I figured that if I did it again, I probably wouldn't have to go out of this apartment.

"Porridge."

He glanced at me, then picked up his phone and got up, presumably to order food.

I withdrew my gaze and stared fixedly at the ceiling above my head, unable to understand how Han Mo and I had suddenly become like this.

Han Mo put down the porridge and left, as if he didn't want to look at me.

It was only after about two hours that I was drowsy, and suddenly he came in with water and medicine, and forced me to eat it.

I knew that if my fever didn't go away, I would probably have to burn out my brain, so I didn't fight him anymore, swallowed the medicine and lay there with my eyes closed and going to sleep.

The fever reducer was supposed to have a bit of a sleeping effect, and I slept very quickly.

It's just that before I fell asleep completely, I seemed to feel Han Mo hugging me, and I didn't know if it was a hug, the bed on my side seemed to be halfway down, my tired body seemed to be rolled around, and the difference in body temperature made me feel like I was being hugged into Han Mo's arms.

But I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes at all, so I fell asleep.

If Han Mo killed me at this time, I think it would be the best, I wouldn't feel the pain, and he wouldn't have to bear my struggle.

But he didn't do anything to me, and when I woke up the next day, it was already dawn, and I don't know when the hanging needle in my hand was pulled, and the sunlight outside the window penetrated in and pierced my eyes.

The room was quiet, and the sheets beside him had no trace of anyone else sleeping at all.

I closed my eyes, and sure enough, it was my own delusion.