Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 139 The Sick Brother ([-])

Chapter 152 Breakthrough

The second fainting was caught off guard. An Mo was still in a daze until he woke up. An Huaiyu kept staring at An Mo this time and asked her first without giving her a chance to express her emotions: "Are you awake?"

He was sure that the "brother" was not an auditory hallucination. He thought that the relationship between the two had eased because of this incident. An Mo's temperament changed drastically just like seven years ago, and these seven years were regarded as a dream.But the reality still mercilessly burst his unrealistic fantasy bubble, and he didn't get a response for a long time.

An Mo stared at him with out-of-focus eyes for two seconds, then tilted his head to the side. He blinked, moved his eyes down, followed his eyes and gradually lowered his head, then turned to look at the wall directly in front of him.

In the past, this kind of meaningless question has never been answered, what happened to him this time, what is he expecting so wildly?
I have obviously been used to this kind of relationship for a long time...

Are you lost?It seems a little bit.

"...Mmm." As if half a century had passed, a simple word passed through a long reflection arc in the creature named "Anmo", and finally spit it out from half-open pale lips with a voice as small as a mosquito Call.

An Huaiyu's deep pupils flashed a bright light, he squinted his eyes, and stroked An Mo's hair with a smile.The joy that rose in his heart at this time was not the deep love between brothers and sisters, but the physiological instinctive reaction of the satisfaction and expectation of the desire to conquer and control.

An Mo just turned his head and gritted his teeth secretly when he saw this scene. An Huaiyu's illness might have gotten worse.Thinking of this, she moved her ankles indistinctly, but she was locked again.

He tilted his head, sighed silently, and then turned back. The development of the matter was a bit out of control, but what should be acted still had to be acted on.

She looked at An Huaiyu with a complicated expression, to be precise, she focused on the bandaged right arm, and said hesitantly: "You—"

But he didn't want the other party to seem to have a tacit understanding, and he also stretched out the voice, hesitating what to say: "You—"

"What?" An Mo asked back.

"What?" An Huaiyu also asked back.

This rare tacit understanding made An Mo twitch his eyes, gave up the advantage of seizing the opportunity, and said:
"You speak first."

"You speak first."

Then there was the same silence...

An Mo only felt that the atmosphere was more embarrassing than when she found out that she was locked up just now. The psychological depression made it difficult to breathe physically.She struggled to sit up, An Huaiyu quickly put the pillow up and placed it behind her, with an obvious message conveyed on his face all the time:

I did really well!

An Mo found that her breathing didn't seem to be smooth when she sat up. She felt that the character of this man's underworld boss had collapsed. The tall, cold and cool male god looked like a big cat asking for credit.

An Huaiyu was a little uncomfortable being stared at by An Mo's strange eyes, covered his lips with his intact left hand and coughed lightly, turned his back and stood still.

"Then let me talk first—" An Mo suddenly felt that the big cat was cute, and pursed his lips to break the deadlock first.

"Then I said—" An Huaiyu turned his back to calm down and said.

This is the fourth time... This kind of passive interrupt An Mo was speechless for a long time, she almost forgot what she wanted to say.A slap slapped his face and covered his eyes, like a helpless emoji. Unexpectedly, he moved too much and knocked over the water glass beside him.

The crisp "crack" was followed by an even crisper "crack", An Mo was stunned, looking at the glass shards all over the floor, he felt familiar...

An Huaiyu was as familiar with that crisp sound as An Mo, and he could guess what was going on without looking.So An Damao, who didn't know the ins and outs, mistakenly thought that An Mo had lost his temper again, and successfully evolved into An Dawolf.

An Huaiyu turned around to look at An Mo, his long and narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and the content contained in them was the same as when he was dealing with the enemy fiercely.An Mo was startled, and goose bumps suddenly appeared all over his body.

Compared with this moment, the atmosphere just now was beautiful and harmonious. An Mo met An Huaiyu's cold gaze and had no doubt that he would kill him in the next second.

However, An Dalang, like An Damao, did not follow the usual path. He bent down and approached An Mo's cheek, pinched her chin with his fingers, and smiled evilly at one end of his mouth: "Your temper is getting worse and worse. big."

The voice was hoarse and soft, like whispers between lovers, but it made An Mo feel chills, and his fragile body couldn't help being covered in cold sweat again.

An Huaiyu now feels more like she treats herself as a domesticated animal. Regardless of whether the status is equal or not, the identities of the raider and the raided seem to be reversed.

An Mo's head hurt even more.

While she was thinking wildly, An Huaiyu had already gone around to the other side of the bed to pick up the glass shards. He raised his eyes and looked at the bodyguard who had just knocked on the door and was stunned by the scene in front of him. Great satisfaction.

"Talk." An Huaiyu lifted his eyelids slightly, glanced at his subordinates, and calmly continued the "work" at hand.

"Yes!" The man immediately stood up straight, and if he added a salute gesture, it might be more vivid, for example—a recruit who is being inspected by his superiors?

Immediately, An Huaiyu was pacing back and forth in military uniform with a serious expression, and there were rows of young men from the Anjia gang standing in front of him. The scene was nondescript and unexpectedly harmonious...

An Mo's unrestrained and unconstrained thinking, couldn't help laughing out loud, and then his gaze on An Huaiyu's scrutiny faltered instantly.

"You go out first." Interrupting the subordinates who were reporting, after the door was closed, An Huaiyu just cleaned up the broken glass on the ground, and tore off a piece of facial tissue to wipe it. Because he had to accommodate his injured right arm, it was too late to wipe his hands. The posture should have become stiff and weird, but it looked indescribably elegant on An Huaiyu's body.

This movement seemed to have been repeated thousands of times, so delicate that every crevice of each finger had to be wiped clean. It was as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and flowing water, which actually gave An Mo a visual enjoyment.

An Huaiyu's half-smile expression brought An Mo back to her senses. She knew that what happened just now was out of character of the original owner, so she had to pre-emptively change the subject: "Cough..."

She coughed in embarrassment first, and then asked with difficulty: "Is your injury serious?"

An Huaiyu raised his eyebrows: "What do you think?"

"It seems that nothing is wrong!" An Mo seemed to be offended by his frivolous reaction, and his tone suddenly became strong.

"So?" An Huaiyu continued to respond to all changes without change.

"It's okay!" An Mo was about to die of anger, it was rare for him to care about him kindly, but he was ignored by such a foolish attitude, and the thank you that he couldn't say was saved!

This anger came suddenly and quickly, most likely due to the emotional fluctuations left by the original owner. This was the first time she encountered a body that she could not fully control.

An Mo frowned, and smashed the new cup that had just been placed. Hearing the crisp sound, she felt much happier. She lay back on the bed and was about to fall asleep as soon as the quilt was covered.

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(End of this chapter)