Mu Juehan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, rushed to Jiang Ruochu and viciously grabbed her neck, and asked angrily.

"Hehe... cough..."Jiang Ruochu was so pinched that her neck was almost broken, her face was gloomy, and the words that were almost squeezed out of her throat, "Mr. Mu, that's my blood......"

Mu Juehan knew what that meant, he slapped Jiang Ruochu almost reflexively, and the crisp sound came far and wide in the empty basement.

"You madman!"

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Ruochu grinned like crazy, and the red blood stained her teeth and inner lips, hideous and terrifying.

"Mu Juehan, you will always be mine, and you finally died in my hands."

At this time, the police also rushed into the basement, Jiang Ruochu just glanced at it, then took out a dagger from behind him and rushed towards Mu Juehan desperately, and in the next second, the gunshot rang out, and Jiang Ruochu fell to the ground in response.

The police surrounded Jiang Ruochu who fell to the ground, and she also looked up at Mu Juehan desperately, her eyes were full of stubbornness that she didn't want to let go, but after a moment, she was silent.

A policeman squatted down and touched Jiang Ruochu's artery, and after making sure that she was out of breath, he asked her to be carried away, and everyone dispersed, leaving only the blood stains in that place.

Mu Juehan kept staring at the blood and secretly thought to himself, holding his neck with a solemn face.

At this time, An Yao, who had just gotten the news, hurriedly ran to the basement and came to Mu Juehan's side, because of the shooting just now, Jiang Ruochu's blood splashed on Mu Juehan's body, and it looked as if Mu Juehan was on his hands.

"How are you? Are there any injuries? ”

An Yao rummaged up and down to see if Mu Juehan was injured, and only after making sure that he was safe did he breathe a long sigh of relief, smiled and said with disgust: "You also said that you have to protect me, you have to protect yourself, you are almost worried about me." ”

An Yao wanted to hold Mu Juehan's hands as usual, but he deliberately avoided it, Mu Juehan walked towards the elevator with an expressionless face, and An Yao was still surprised by the accident just now.

But it was still regarded as a small episode and ran to Mu Juehan's side again, but Mu Juehan never said a word, and he had no intention of explaining what had just happened, but he didn't go to see An Yao again from beginning to end.

An Yao looked at Mu Juehan's cold appearance and was suspicious, so she deliberately pretended to be dizzy and moved her steps weakly on her forehead, but the speed happened to be within the range that Mu Juehan could see.

"It's so uncomfortable!"

An Yao saw that Mu Juehan was still indifferent, so she sat down on the ground, and at that moment, An Yao saw that Mu Juehan was about to rush up to support herself, but before she could react, Mu Juehan quickly suppressed that impulse, and just walked in the moment the elevator door opened and pressed the floor.

"You're almost all right now, if you don't want to stay here alone, hurry up."

He was like facing someone he didn't like, and after he said coldly, he let the elevator door close by himself, and looked at An Yao looking at him in disbelief.

The elevator door finally closed, An Yao stood up angrily and patted the dust on her body, angry at Mu Juehan's uncertainties.

"It's unpredictable."

An Yao didn't wait for the next elevator, and she didn't want to see Mu Juehan again for the time being, so she drove to find An Yang.

Although An Yang is seriously ill, he has always disliked the environment of the hospital, so after a quarrel, An Yao compromised to let An Yang live in his house, but he still has to go to the hospital on time every week for chemotherapy and examination.

When An Yao went, she happened to meet An Yang who was going out.

"Anyang, where are you going?"

An Yang wore a green knitted hat to protect his hair loss head, although he was still pale and bloodless, but as long as he smiled, it was as if all the sun was on him.

"Sister, why are you here?" An Yang ran to An Yao's car, opened the car door very skillfully, sat in the passenger seat, picked up the yogurt in the car and drank it.

"I'm going to chemotherapy now, you can send me there."

An Yang dragged An Yao's hand back and forth like a coquettish, but Cute Love had no head, An Yao also tapped his forehead dotingly, and said, "I'm here to see you this time, just accompany you to chemotherapy." ”

On the way to the hospital, the two talked about what had happened to each other in the past few days, but An Yang complained that his life was nothing but chemotherapy or medicine, or examination, although it was a joke, An Yao still touched An Yang's head distressedly and comforted him.

"I noticed that you seem to have gained weight lately."

An Yang touched his stomach, it was still flat, but his arms were obviously much thicker than before, and his thighs were much stronger.

"yes, I didn't even notice it myself." An Yang touched his arm again, and the meat was much more comfortable to touch.

"By the way, sister, can you not watch it when I am chemological? Just wait for me in the hallway. ”

An Yao looked at An Yang's sincere eyes, although she was very puzzled, she still agreed, touched his head, and sighed secretly in her heart.

This is the first time An Yao accompanied An Yang to do chemotherapy, she knew that doing chemotherapy was a very painful thing, and it was not only physical pain, but also mental, since the first chemotherapy An Yang began to lose his hair, and then he simply shaved directly, and he could no longer see his daily hair loss, he never complained, but An Yao would rather him complain, than hide it in his heart.

When An Yang entered the chemotherapy room, he took one last look at An Yao, An Yao smiled at him, waved his hand and let him in, as if the child who went to kindergarten on the first day was leaving his mother.

An Yao sat quietly on the bench in the corridor, and many patients could be seen coming and going, all of them were wearing knitted hats, some were wearing thick ones, obviously it was not very cold weather, but they felt the cold of hell because of the passage of life.

"Ahh

A low roar came from the chemotherapy room, every word was choked from the throat for a long time before it was missed, the sound seemed to have power into An Yao's ears, and in her heart, it secretly moved in her body, spreading that pain all over An Yao's body.

An Yao tugged on her sleeve tightly, she knew that the voice was An Yang's, she couldn't imagine An Yang's pain at this time, but if the pain had a sound, it would be deafening at the moment.