Qiao Ran sent his grandmother home, and when he returned to the hotel, it was already half past eleven in the evening.

In the past two years, except for work, Qiao Ran didn't like to contact others.

So she went on business trips to open an independent presidential suite, and she was alone on the entire floor, except for the waiter.

As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a black figure leaning in the corridor from a distance.

Seeing Han Mo, who was tall and jade, with a resolute and handsome face, a touch of ice hardened coldness flashed in Qiao Ran's eyes.

"You doggy pestilence dog, and you still have the face to come here!" Qiao Ran said and walked forward quickly a few steps, raised his hand and waved it at Han Mo's face.

Han Mo quickly grabbed Qiao Ran's hand, turned her in his arms, took her fingers, pressed on the fingerprint lock to unlock it, and quickly pushed the door in.

The whole process takes only a few seconds.

"Except for the face, you can hit the rest!" Han Mo said and let go of Qiao Ran's hand.

"You pestilence dog, you don't deserve to be embarrassed!" Qiao Ran said and raised his hand to hit Han Mo in the face.

Han Mo easily held Qiao Ran's hand, Qiao Ran waved his other hand, and was held by Han Mo again.

Han Mo's expression seemed to be light and light, but Qiao Ran couldn't break free from his palm.

"The face is a man's last dignity, and in front of you, I want to keep the last bit of dignity.

I endured it with a smile and a smile, you must be very painful in your heart, hit it, except for your face, you hit me as much as you want, and vent all the pain in your heart to me! Han Mo looked at Qiao Ran with pity and tenderness.

Qiao Ran's heart shrank suddenly when she was seen by the gentle pity in the man's eyes, and a boundless grievance and heartache struck, making her uncontrollable red eyes.

But she didn't want Han Mo to see her crying, so she threw herself into Han Mo's arms and bit him the shoulder.

Isn't it not allowed to be slapped in the face, then she will bite him hard, bite off all his flesh, and see if he dares to provoke her in the future.

It's just that the tip of her nose was filled with the familiar smell of his body, and she only felt her heart hurt more, and uncontrollable tears flowed down his strong and hard shoulders.

Han Mo felt that the flesh on his shoulder was about to be bitten off by her, but thinking of the pain in Qiao Ran's heart, he hugged Qiao Ran tightly in his arms, as warm as if he wanted to rub her into his own bones and blood.

The taste of blood slowly filled his mouth, Qiao Ran slowly let go of his teeth, only to find that he was hugged very tightly by Han Mo, and the posture of the two was very ambiguous.

"Let go of me!" Qiao Ran couldn't push Han Mo away after a few pushes, and roared angrily.

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, I like symmetry in everything, you bite on your left shoulder again!" Han Mo hugged Qiao Ran tightly, put his forehead on the top of Qiao Ran's head, and said in a low voice.

Everything likes symmetry, so why didn't he let her slap him again at the banquet yesterday?

"Take a bite of you, I'm dirty, let go!" Qiao Ran is in a very bad mood now, and she has no time to mess with him.

Hearing the irritability and anger in her tone, Han Mo let go of Qiao Ran, and then did not shy away from unbuttoning in front of Qiao Ran.

Looking down at an oval deep tooth mark on his shoulder, there were several deeper tooth marks, and the blood kept flowing out, and he couldn't help but sigh twice.

"When did you change the zodiac sign of the dog?"

Qiao Ran didn't want to say a word to him, and said in a cold voice: "Get out, I don't want to see your face, let alone talk to you, you leave my room quickly, otherwise, I will let you fake your death and become real death!" ”

"Qiao Ran, people can't be resurrected after death, there are no outsiders here, don't hold back when you feel uncomfortable, let the pain in your heart vent to your heart, so that your body will be comfortable, otherwise you will be suffocated from internal injuries."

With Han Mo's current ability, it was normal for him to know the truth, but she had been telling herself all day long that everything was fake.

As soon as she comes back to sleep and arrives the next day, she will find that everything is a dream she had.

But now?

Han Mo reminded her word by word in front of her that her grandfather was dead, and what she refused to accept was real.

Qiao Ran's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Not dead, not dead, my grandfather is not dead!" As he spoke, he turned and walked towards the bed.

As long as she sleeps, her grandfather will come back to life.

Looking at Qiao Ran's trembling steps, Han Mo walked over in two steps, grabbed Qiao Ran's hand, put it into his arms, lowered his head and kissed Qiao Ran's lips hard, and quickly reached her lips, exploring the sweetness and softness of her lips.

Qiao Ran didn't expect that he would dare to despise her at this time, and after a short period of brain jamming, he was so angry that he immediately closed his teeth and bit off his tongue.

However, as if he had anticipated her thoughts, he pulled away in time and retreated a few meters away like a nimble leopard.

"As sweet as you think!" Han Mo wiped the corners of his mouth with a wicked smile.

Qiao Ran was mad and asked angrily, "What did you say?" ”

"Then I'll say it again, Qiao Ran, listen up, your grandfather is dead, people can't be resurrected after death, you pretend that he is alive, and he is also dead.

If you sleep for a hundred years, he won't come back to life, this is what really happened, it's not that you're dreaming, your grandfather is really dead. ”

Han Mo stuck every word in Qiao Ran's heart like a knife.

Qiao Ran only felt that his heart was pinched to pieces by Han Mo.

The last time I felt such heartache was two years ago.

"Bastard, Wen Shimo, you bastard dog man, what nonsense are you talking about? My grandfather didn't die.

He's just injured and needs to stay in the hospital for a few days, and he will be discharged in a few days, you bastard curses my grandfather, I'm going to kill you! ”

Qiao Ran said and kicked Han Mo in the chest with a flying kick.

That kick used a lot of force from her, and Han Mo was kicked by her and staggered back a few steps.

Looking at Han Mo a few meters away, Qiao Ran's face turned pale.

She thought he was so hateful, so indebted, so cunning, that he would definitely avoid him.

However, he did not dodge.

"You didn't kick me away, it seems that you have regressed a lot in the past two years!" Han Mo endured the pain on his body and smiled mockingly.

"So, do you admit that you are Wen Shimo? Yesterday he denied it, but today he admitted that you were the god of Wen who cheated to death, so that I could send you to see Hades as soon as possible?

Since you want to die so much, then I will fulfill you. Qiao Ran said and rushed forward a few steps and smashed a punch at Han Mo's head.

Han Mo held his head in his hands and shrank to the ground like a turtle, allowing Qiao Ran's rain-like fist to land on the back of his head and back.

"Dead man, you death plague god, you know that you are an ominous person, why do you want to come to someone else's birthday party?"

"If you don't come, the plague god, Lu Mengyao won't be in heat with you, she won't attack me in order to win you, and my grandfather won't be pushed downstairs to death!"

"It's you, it's you, it's all you, it's you who killed my grandfather, you make amends to my grandfather's life......"

“……”

Han Mo remained motionless, letting Qiao Ran beat him to vent the pain in her heart.

It's just that he clearly felt that Qiao Ran's punch was lighter than the other, and finally lay on his back and cried.

"You died well, why did you cheat the corpse?"

"You died so well, why are you still in my world?"

"You died well, why did you come out to harm others?"

"You died well, why don't you continue to die well?"

“……”

Qiao Ran scolded and accused Han Mo, thinking of the tragic picture of his grandfather's death, Qiao Ran's heart was like a knife, and it hurt so much that it hurt even to breathe.

The 97-year-old old man Lu fell down such a high staircase, hit the vase again, and died on the spot.

Qiao Ran calmly said that he was fine, in order to find out the murderer behind the scenes.

The dean said those things in front of Lu's family, and she asked the dean to cooperate.

Because on the way to the hospital, she saw that the driver, Lao Zhang, had kept his mobile phone on call.

She knew that Han Mo would help her take care of everything in advance.

In the operating room, the dean took a few team backbones, and so readily agreed to cooperate with her acting, which confirmed her guess.

Because just by virtue of her friendship with the dean, it is not enough for the dean to lie at the risk of offending Lu Qishan and Xie Ling.

Feeling Qiao Ran's collapse and vulnerability, Han Mo immediately fished Qiao Ran lying on his back into his arms, hugged him tightly, and passed his strength to her.

"I'm sorry!"

I'm really sorry that the first time I mustered up the courage to come to you, I made you go through such a painful thing.

Han Mo's apology made Qiao Ran's tears flow even more fiercely.

She knew that Han Mo was not wrong.

It's all about her shirking her responsibilities.

used the innocent man as a punching bag to vent bad feelings.