"Don't call me brother!"

And Fang Luchen's 'brother' was like igniting the fuse that ignited in Fang Yabo's mind, making Fang Yabo's irrepressible hissing exhausted.

Even Moran Ember had never seen such a thin face.

The brow that never stretched, the trace of despair that could not be concealed on his face, made Moran Ember look painful.

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Even his back is sad like never before.

"If you call me brother, why do you do it!"

"You have lost all the face of our Fang family!"

Fang Yabo had never been so angry.

Enough is enough, enough is really enough!

He didn't want to take it anymore!

Fang Luchen's face turned pale instantly, and he squatted down suddenly, covering his ears with both hands.

"Brother don't want Chenchen, brother doesn't want Chenchen."

She doesn't listen! She doesn't want to listen to him!

Fang Luchen's words made Fang Yabo's words seem so pale and weak. Not even his anger could be vented.

Fang Yabo was instantly deflated.

Loved ones, loved ones. Either side could kill him.

Fang Ya Bo simply didn't pay attention to Fang Luchen anymore, but turned around and came to Mo Lanyan's side. Looking at the pinched red on Moran's neck, he hugged Moranash into his arms in distress.

"Lan Ash, it's okay."

Fang Yabo gently patted Moran Ember on the back, constantly comforting Moran Ember.

"Lan Ash, I'm sorry."

Fang Yabo's tears almost fell, Fang Luchen was his sister, but he couldn't control her, and even let her hurt Lan Yan again and again.

It was he who owed her. He didn't even know what to do.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Compared with the frightened Fang Yabo, Mo Lan Ember who was held in his arms seemed much calmer.

Moran Ember stretched out his hand and gently patted Fang Ya's thin back, comforting him, but staring coldly at Fang Luchen who was huddled into a ball.

Fang Luchen, who was curled up in a ball, inadvertently raised his head to meet Mo Lan Ash's gaze, but saw Mo Lan Ash smiling at her. Fang Luchen instantly lowered his head, hugged his head tightly, and trembled. I don't know if it's pretended, or if I'm really scared.

Moran Ember smiled silently, his eyes full of coldness. It's just that in the next second, the smile on Moran's face instantly dissipated.

Gently patting Fang Yabo's left hand on the back and stopping at an inch of skin, and then groping repeatedly on that inch of skin, as if confirming something.

Moran Ember didn't take advantage of it, but she felt an irregular edge.

It's like a scarred wound.

Moran's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he gently rested his left hand on the scar, using the temperature of his palm to warm the scar as much as possible.

"You're hurt."

"Well, it's out of the way." Fang Yabo sighed softly, and lightly took the danger of this mission.

Moran Ember didn't respond, stretched out his right hand and gently groped Fang Yabo's entire back.

The place where Moran's right hand touched was almost covered with scars.

One after the other, criss-crossed.

Although Mo Lanyan didn't see it, she could completely imagine what Fang Yabo had experienced in the past year.

It was only at this moment that Moran Ash remembered the scene he saw when he woke up after the operation - Fang Yabo was still wearing a military uniform, and the military uniform was dyed red.

I'm afraid that Ya Bo finished the task at that time and rushed over directly.

Moran's heart was instantly warmed, and her man always carried everything without saying anything. In fact, she is also his wife, and she should try to understand him.

She also knew that it was difficult for him to do it, because Ya Bo was caught between his lover and his loved ones.

She knew she shouldn't let Ya Bo make a choice, but she was afraid.

Ya Bo's gentleness at this time was both a shot of medicine and a shot of poison for her.