For the writer, the night before and the morning after the next are like riding the world's most thrilling roller coaster.

He was lying in a bed in a private hospital and was being treated for a second outbreak of pneumonia. The cold is mixed in, but it's not the most distressing.

It is the heart that is afflicted.

He still couldn't control the demon inside him.

In the end, he still destroyed the white moonlight in his mind with his own hands.

The word "regret" is too light and too unsatisfactory.

If he could turn back time, he would be willing to give ten years of his life in order to prevent yesterday's events from happening.

After receiving a call from the police station, my father immediately transferred a team of lawyers and actively discussed countermeasures with him. He confessed to all the accusations given by Mo Yan.

Surveillance video in the office area has been destroyed. It was he who destroyed it with his own hands. It's not that I'm afraid of leaving evidence, but I'm really shameless. As long as he thinks about his behavior that he shouldn't have, he regrets it!

The forearm of the right arm was cut by hard coral with a wound of up to 10 centimeters, of which it was about 3 centimeters long, and the skin was open and fleshy, and the blood vessels were faintly visible. After seeing it, the private doctor was terrified and said in horror, if the blood vessel was punctured, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He listened indifferently, and there was no wave in his heart.

He thought, he probably died innocently.

"I want to know, after Xiao Yan leaves, will he be safe......"

"Enough! You're still obsessed! Mr. Tang burst into tears, and the second half of the writer's sentence was cut off in his mouth.

He wanted to know.

He really wanted to know.

He wanted to know more about Mo Yan's safety than if he was in danger.

The next morning, I was shocked to hear that Mo Yan went to report the case.

After hearing this, the writer was not worried, but felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. This shows that Mo Yan didn't think about it, and he was still alive and well!

That's great!

Sue him, take revenge on him, discredit him, and his mind will find precious peace in punishment.

At noon, I suddenly received news that Mo Yan withdrew the case.

The people do not sue, and the officials do not hold them accountable. Mo Yan's withdrawal of the case means that his reputation and personal safety are safe.

He pondered again: Why did Mo Yan close the case? Threatened? Still is...... He thought timidly...... At the last moment, Mo Yan was moved by his sincerity towards her and decided to forgive him?

Ah, if that's the case, will Mo Yan feel that it will be two things in the future? From now on, the well water does not make a mistake in drinking water, the road is facing the sky, and each goes to one side?

Mo Yan shouldn't even return the company to him, right?

Then there is nothing between him and her since then?

……

The writer seems to have gone mad, and he can't control his thoughts at all. The person is lying on the bed, and the soul has flown out of the body for 108,000 miles.

Because the mood was too low, the imported drugs did not stop the progress of the lung infection. This time, ten to two weeks of water infusion and medicine are inevitable.

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After making a major decision in a few words, Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan clasped hands and informed the police officer who was in charge of receiving the case when the case was filed, and in the disbelief on the police officer's face, Wang Chengyou and Mo Yan walked out of the police station.

Joey chased them after them: "Wait for me...... Hey, don't forget your friends. ”

Mo Yan turned around and smiled a slightly weakly at Joey. Although the smile is weak, it is already quite calm.

Not long after arriving home, Xu Qinglai sent Wang Chengyou a photo. was seen by Mo Yan, who happened to be snuggling next to Wang Chengyou.

"Uh-huh, that's-"

Wang Chengyou had to open the photo.

It was a writer lying on a hospital bed. And Mo Yan is concerned about the arm of the writer. His arms were wrapped in white gauze, and the white gauze was bloody. So, she glanced back at the bloodstain she saw...... It's the arm of the writer!

Mo Yan was relieved.

"Do you want to watch TV?"

Wang Chengyou quietly put away his mobile phone and asked Mo Yan.

He knew that Xu Qinglai was the kind of person who would send pictures first and then speak. Often, nothing good can be said.

Mo Yan was distracted by Wang Chengyou and nodded.

In the kitchen, the fruits of Joey's labor soon came out: the aroma of food wafted out.

Wang Chengyou helped Mo Yan watch TV while sneaking a glance at WeChat. Sure enough, Xu Qinglai said: I heard that your girlfriend made him like this last night. Tsk, that's amazing. How can you stand it?

Wang Chengyou deleted it directly after reading it.

He has always had the self-discipline of not provoking right and wrong.

"Hey, am I your servant? Come in and give me a hand! Joey babble.

Mo Yan's foot injury was not yet healed, so Wang Chengyou got up to help.

Local news was playing on the TV.

In the kitchen, Joey looked at Wang Chengyou again and again, and Wang Chengyou couldn't help but touch his cheek: "What's wrong with my face?" ”

Joey hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and his tone was dodgy: "No, no." ”

"Are you familiar with Cao Junjie?"

"Cao Junjie in the high school class?"

"Yes."

"I know him somewhat. But I haven't seen it for four or five years. I don't know how it is now. Why did you suddenly ask him? ”

"No, nothing." Joey dodged again.

"Joey, is there something you can't make up your mind about?" Wang Chengyou asked while washing vegetables. After this morning's incident, he has treated Joey differently, thinks Joey is a friend worth making, and is also happy that Mo Yan can have a friend like Joey.

Joey didn't want to tell the fact that he was going on a blind date with Cao Junjie. Even if he said it, he was talking to Mo Yan. Anxious to get out, Joey panicked: "Yes." I didn't figure it out, your dad was hospitalized, how could you stay here so calmly. ”

Wang Chengyou's hand washing vegetables paused: "My dad is hospitalized?" ”

"You don't know?"

Wang Chengyou turned to look at Joey in astonishment.

Joey slapped his thigh: "No wonder! I saw you this morning and said, 'Why are you still here?', and you replied to me, 'I'm Mo Yan's boyfriend', and I thought you were lustful and light on your father, but you didn't know that your father was injured! ”

Wang Chengyou's breathing was stagnant: "How do you know that my father he-"

"It's on the news. Last night, 5 cars asked in a row, and the most tragic one was the one your father was sitting in. The driver hasn't been rescued yet. ”

Wang Chengyou's heart jumped suddenly, and the first one who was suspicious was that his brother Zhifeng had done it.

"How's my dad?" He grabbed Joey's arm like a straw.

Joey was still holding a kitchen knife in his hand: "How do I know! The news did not follow up. ”

Wang Chengyou unintentionally started and walked out of the kitchen in despair. What he thought was, if it was his brother's hand, there was really no need to affect his father's driver, and why did he have 5 cars rear-end? To confuse the public?

Restless, Wang Chengyou couldn't help pacing back and forth.

Mo Yan turned around, rested his head on the back of the sofa, and looked at Wang Chengyou, who was contemplating his eyebrows.

"No, I can't. I'll have to ask. Wang Chengyou muttered to himself. Touch the pocket, the pocket is empty. The phone is not in the pocket. Looking around, he bumped into Mo Yan's gaze at him.

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