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"Aren't you angry anymore?"

Jun Mohan grabbed An Xiaoxiao and asked with concern.

Hearing this, An Xiaoxiao knew she had been fooled, so she pursed her lips, looked at the ground, and straightened her body.

Just when Jun Mohan was about to say something, he saw An Xiaoxiao's slender eyelashes covered with crystal tears, and his heart twitched.

"An'an, don't cry."

Hearing the familiar voice ringing beside her ears, An Xiaoxiao raised her head, her red and swollen eyes looked at Jun Mohan angrily.

"I'm willing to cry, you don't care."

"An'an, you see I was hurt, I didn't cry, why are you crying?"

"It's different. You hurt your body, but my heart hurts. Here, it hurts."

An Xiaoxiao pointed at her chest, tears dripped down like broken pearls, her delicate face was covered with tear stains.

Jun Mohan frowned, took her hand and placed it on his hot chest, his deep eyes were full of heat.

"An'an, I'm fine, I'm fine."

"Gu Chengxuan also said, this time you are lucky, what if you are unlucky? Tell me?"

An Xiaoxiao roared loudly, and when Jun Mohan heard her words, the corners of his lips rose slightly, forming a beautiful arc.

"With you by my side, I will definitely live well."

"Jun Mohan, this is the first and last time. If you still behave like this, I will, I will, remarry."

An Xiaoxiao was so angry that when she heard the word remarry, the smile on Jun Mohan's face froze, his deep eyes narrowed, and his tone was slightly dangerous.

"Can you say that again?"

"I just said, I want to remarry, remarry."

"Woooo..."

Responding to An Xiaoxiao was Jun Mohan's crazy kiss, his big hands locked hers, and there was a trace of forbearance in his eyes.

"An'an, I can follow you in anything, except this."

An Xiaoxiao stared back, only to realize that Jun Mohan's expression was not right, and immediately thought of his wound, her eyes flustered.

"You let me go?"

"Let go of you? Let you remarry, there is no door, no, even the windows are blocked."

Jun Mohan said something childishly, An Xiaoxiao couldn't laugh or cry, and then explained.

"Your injury."

"Can't die."

"If you dare to die, I will..."

"What about you?"

Jun Mohan looked at An Xiaoxiao threateningly, afraid of touching his wound again, she immediately changed her words, and her tone became much softer.

"Let me see your wound?"

"Ah."

An Xiaoxiao got up and came to Jun Mohan's back, seeing that the white bandage was covered with blood red, tears welling in her eyes.

"What Gu Chengxuan said is true. If you have a lot of blood, you will save others a lot. Is it such a waste?"

Hearing the three words "Gu Chengxuan" in An Xiaoxiao's mouth, Jun Mohan's dark eyes shone with a strange light, and he pretended to ask unintentionally, "Do you like him?"

"Yes, I like him, very much."

Seeing Jun Mohan's face change, An Xiaoxiao whispered, "Do I like him to plot against me, or do I like him to be older than me?"

Jun Mohan's gloomy face cleared up, and he coughed a few times, "Gu Chengxuan is three years older than me, do you dislike me for being old?"

"If you're old, nobody's young."

Hearing An Xiaoxiao's words, the corners of Jun Mohan's lips almost reached behind his ears.

An Xiaoxiao moved carefully, for fear of hurting Jun Mohan, her eyes were full of nervousness.

Feeling the pair of soft little hands on his shoulders, Jun Mohan felt a flame burning in his heart, and tried to ignore this feeling as much as possible.

"Mo, raise your arms."

Hearing An Xiaoxiao's words, Jun Mohan raised his head obediently, and suddenly found that pair of plain white hands approaching from behind.

The soft and fragrant long hair swept across Jun Mohan's body, his body tensed up immediately, he smiled wryly, and asked urgently, "An'an, are you alright?"

"Come on, wait."

"I'm afraid I can't wait."

Just when An Xiaoxiao was wondering, her body was firmly pressed down by Jun Mohan, and something strange came from somewhere that made her cheeks blush.

"Mo, your wound hasn't been bandaged yet."

"The wound is fine, but if you continue to bandage it, things will get serious."

Jun Mohan's deep, dark eyes sparkled with flames, An Xiaoxiao didn't dare to move, and passively endured everything.

After he had eaten and drank enough, An Xiaoxiao looked at him angrily.

"How can I bandage your wound like this?"

Jun Mohan smiled, and looked at An Xiaoxiao who was lying there motionless, "I can come by myself."

"I can't help you later."

An Xiaoxiao turned her head to the side, and Jun Mohan gave her a doting look, then bandaged her own wound and lay down on the bed.

"An'an, sleep."

Hearing his voice, An Xiaoxiao turned her head, saw Jun Mohan sleeping, and laughed.

"You look like this, I think it will take at least a week."

"Looks like it is."

Jun Mohan gave a wry smile, turned his back from the corner of the eye, An Xiaoxiao yawned, closed her eyes, and fell asleep not long after.

In the warehouse, Yun Wanqing was curled up in a corner, her pretty face was covered with tears, and she kept muttering, "Han, I was wrong, forgive me, forgive me?"

But what responded to her was only endless darkness. The next day, when Yun Wanqing heard the door open, she immediately raised her head and looked over. In the backlight, Jun Mohan walked slowly, his handsome face looked like a god.

"Han, have you come to see me?"

"Yun Wanqing, you're wrong, I'm here to see you off."

Hearing Jun Mohan's words, Yun Wanqing took a step back in disbelief, and asked with trembling lips, "Are you here to see me off?"

"Ah."

Jun Mohan responded, Yun Wanqing smiled, and the laughter wafted through the basement with a trace of sadness.

"Han, you are so cruel."

"Cold place."

Jun Mohan did not respond to Yun Wanqing's words, seeing Leng Si walking towards her, Yun Wanqing took a deep look at Jun Mohan.

"Han, if there is an afterlife, I will never make such a mistake."

As soon as the words fell, Yun Wanqing left, and Jun Mohan left here without any nostalgia. She absolutely shouldn't, she wanted to hurt An An.

Leng Si drove Yun Wanqing to a hospital, and when she saw the place clearly, her eyes widened and her pupils contracted rapidly.

"I'm not going, I'm not going."

"It's up to you, Yun Wanqing, you should be thankful that you're still alive." Leng Si had a cold face.

"I'm alive, I don't care about living so much that life is worse than death."

Yun Wanqing looked at Leng Si angrily, trying to take away the things in his pocket, Leng Si looked at her with disdain, his big steel-like hands tightly held her arm, and could faintly hear the bones shattering. crackling sound.