His voice was low and cold, and he couldn't hear emotion.

Song Nanxi felt that this voice was very familiar, and tried to open his eyes wide to see who it was, but he couldn't see anything.

Above his head, there was another extremely bewildering low magnetic voice, and he said, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

Hospital......

Song Nanxi struggled for a moment, and made a faint voice with all her might, "Don't, please, send me home......"

Xing Tang also heard it, turned around and said, "Girl, you have a fever now, and your leg seems to be broken, it's better to send it to the hospital in time." ”

"No, please, send me home, I have to go home......" Song Nanxi was anxious, and the voice that could be made was very weak.

She had to go home and see.

She didn't know if she was dreaming right now, or if it was really happening.

She hadn't seen her mother for five years, if she had really gone back five years ago......

How long can she survive on this plane?

Seeing her urgency, the man above her head gently stroked her head with a generous and warm palm, and whispered, "Well, don't worry. ”

got the answer he wanted, and Song Nanxi finally fell asleep with peace of mind again.

Seeing that she was unconscious, Xing Tang cautiously asked, "Sir, do you know her?" ”

Mr. Mo has never been indifferent to anything, but now he offered to save her, and personally carried her to the back seat and put her by his side.

Xing Tang also thought that Mo always suddenly discovered his conscience and planned to do good deeds and accumulate virtue.

But the tone of coaxing the girl just now made Xing Tang stupid for a while.

Which woman is not cold-faced by Mr. Mo?

Where have you ever been so gentle with other women!

Sure enough, Mo Linyuan replied: "Yes." ”

In the rearview mirror, Xing Tang saw Mo Linyuan lowering his eyes, looking at the woman beside him who was unconscious with her eyes closed, and under the flickering light, her eyes were so deep that she couldn't speak.

He said: "It's Song Nanxi. ”

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Song Nanxi fell asleep and returned to her mother's funeral.

Her father cried until she fainted, her younger brother regarded her as an enemy, and all her relatives and friends accused her of being willful and ignorant, and if it weren't for her, her mother would not have died.

Later, her grandmother approached her and said that she would be given a chance to atone for her sins—to take the blame for her cousin.

The surroundings seemed to shake for a while, and Song Nanxi woke up suddenly.

Compared to the biting chill just now, at this moment, the whole body seems to be soaked in a warm tank.

"Sir, it's here."

This claim is respectful and familiar.

Song Nanxi raised his head, and saw the man next to him at a glance, and his breath was stagnant.

The man in front of him has handsome and deep facial features, a pair of starry eyes that are deep and dark and difficult to see, and there is an uncontrollable cold aura around him.

It's him.

The ruler of the Mo family, known as the Thirteenth Prince, Mo Linyuan.

However, he died four years ago......

Song Nanxi hurriedly withdrew her gaze, and the terrible and absurd thought in her heart became clearer and clearer.

Could it be that she has really gone back in time?

She tried her best to get up, but no matter how hard she struggled, it was hard to sit up straight.

A strong, powerful arm grabbed her arm and pulled her up with ease.

Song Nanxi's breathing was hot, her body was weak, her head was so dizzy that she seemed to be going to pass out in the next moment, she held his hand tightly, but the afterglow made her realize that something was wrong.

A soaking white sweater was thrown on the ground, and in addition to that, there were ...... Her snug little vest.

Song Nanxi's mind instantly 'buzzed'.

"You're soaking wet, and if you don't replace it, it's going to get worse." The tone is calm and calm, as if he is a dignified gentleman.