After marrying Mr. Han, Xuanxue Xiao teased his wife and abused the wealthy family

Yan Luo smiled bitterly at Tang Mohan, unable to speak.

Seeing her like this, Tang Mohan probably couldn't walk anymore.

He pursed the corners of his lips, took Yan Luo's hand directly, let her arm rest on his shoulder, then put his hands through Yan Luo's armpits and the bends of his legs, and directly hugged Yan Luo horizontally.

Yan Luo didn't have much strength and couldn't speak, so Tang Mohan let Tang Mohan carry him into his car.

Tang Mohan put her on the co-pilot seat, fastened her seat belt, glanced at her injuries, and frowned, "I'll take you to the hospital first."

Yan Luo shook his fingers lightly.

Tang Mohan paused, frowned and said, "You don't want to go?"

Yan Luo blinked at him.

Her own injury, she knows.

The blood on her body was not all her own.

The wounds are also bruises, a little flesh injury, and it is not necessary to go to the hospital.

She just doesn't have the energy right now, as if she's running out of oil and the lamp is drying up.

That's because she used too much spiritual power before.

Her body lacks spiritual power and is completely supported by mental strength.

It will become like this after wasting too much.

In this case, even going to the hospital is useless, but it will only waste time.

Tang Mohan didn't know what Yan Luo was thinking, but he could tell that she didn't want to go to the hospital.

Tang Mohan pursed his lips tightly, and with a swish, rolled up Yan Luo's sleeves and the hem of his jacket.

Yan Luo was taken aback, he was still thinking, maybe Tang Mohan wanted to take advantage of it?

She looked at Tang Mohan blankly and hesitantly.

Tang Mohan's eyes fell on the inside of her arms and waist.

Taking a closer look, he confirmed that Yan Luo's body was just a little skin trauma, the kind that would heal before going to the hospital. There were no major wounds on his body, and there were no wounds on the inner arms or waist.

Tang Mohan's expression softened a little. He raised his head to meet Shang Yanluo's eyes, and while tidying her clothes, he said, "I'll take you to my house first."

With Yan Luo's current state, it was true that he couldn't go home, so he nodded his head almost invisibly.

Then, she leaned against the window next to her and fell asleep.

I can't stand it any longer.

Tang Mohan stared at her closely, and guessed that Yan Luo was so weak now, it was probably due to lack of electricity.

His face darkened, he sat back, started the car directly, and brought Yan Luo back to his apartment.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the apartment, Tang Mohan saw Qin Pingchao standing at his door.

Tang Mohan frowned, didn't look at Qin Pingchao, walked over to Yan Luo in his arms, opened the door of his house with his fingerprints reluctantly, and walked in.

Qin Pingchao looked at Tang Mohan, holding someone in his arms.

The man was wrapped in Tang Mohan's coat, so he couldn't tell who it was.

But Qin Pingchao knew that it must be a woman!

This point brings the woman back to her home. Once she is photographed, what's the deal?

Qin Ping ran in behind Tang Mohan in a hurry, and asked while closing the door: "Mo Han, who are you bringing back? I'm almost scared to death by you!"

He was worried that something would happen to Tang Mohan and Yan Luo.

Just ran here and guarded.

In the end, Tang Mohan threw a bomb in front of him.

wrong……

and many more!

Qin Pingchao suddenly thought of something. Seeing Tang Mohan hugging someone without looking back, entering the master bedroom, he rushed over, "Damn it, you brought Yan Luo back, didn't you?!"

Tang Mohan didn't speak, he walked to the bed with the man in his arms, and put him down on his own bed.

The coat was taken off.

Qin Pingchao saw an acquaintance all of a sudden, his face twitched suddenly, "Fuck, is Yan Luo really?!"

His eyes were wide open, and he looked at Tang Mohan blankly, "Mo Han, you are serious! You, you brought Yan Luo home in the middle of the night, what do you want to do?!"

Tang Mohan frowned impatiently, "What do you think I can do with her like this?"

Qin Pingchao was taken aback when he heard the words, and after a closer look, he found that there were many wounds on Yan Luo's body. He was surprised: "How did she get like this?!"

With that said, he looked at Tang Mohan abruptly.

"...Mo Han, you don't know about domestic violence, you knocked people out, and you want to sneak in?"

Tang Mohan couldn't help looking at Qin Pingchao, "Do you think I'm such a person?"

Qin Pingchao was stunned for a moment, then smiled dryly, "Okay, it doesn't seem like..."

Not to mention Tang Mohan's identity and status in the circle, with this face alone, there are countless women and men who want to sleep with Tang Mohan.

Tang Mohan shouldn't be so hungry\\thirsty.

Qin Pingchao smiled, and quickly changed the subject, "Then, how did she get into this?"

Tang Mohan said expressionlessly, "I don't know."

Qin Pingchao looked at Yan Luo and clicked his tongue, "Is she unconscious now?"

Tang Mo looked at him coldly, "You can go."

Qin Pingchao let out a bewildered sigh.

Tang Mohan stared at him for a moment.

Qin Pingchao was shocked, and laughed dryly, "I, I think about it, I seem to have forgotten, I still have something to do, so I'll go back first."

After finishing speaking, Qin Pingchao was about to leave with oil on the soles of his feet.

Tang Mohan's voice came from behind him.

"Go get the medicine kit and go."

Qin Pingchao stopped walking, turned around and smiled doggedly, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he walked out.

When he came back, he had an extra medicine kit in his hand.

He put the medicine box beside the bed, "Is there nothing else you need?"

Tang Mohan stared at Yan Luo, without looking at Qin Pingchao, he said, "You can go."

"okay……"

Qin Pingchao kept smiling, took a look at Yan Luo who was in a coma, and walked out. Before leaving, he closed the door for them obediently.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Tang Mohan turned around and went into the bathroom next door.

After a while, he brought out a basin of hot water and a clean towel.

He put the things by the bed, sat down by the bed, and looked at the dirt on Yan Luo's body.

He pursed his lips, struggled for a while, and stretched out his hand to take off all the coat and trousers on Yan Luo's body.

He kept his eyes straight and only stared at Yan Luo's wounds.

Then pick up a clean towel, soak it in hot water, pick it up, and slowly wipe off the dirt and wounds on Yan Luo's body.

Yan Luo's skin is very fair, not that dry white, but shiny, with a healthy and bright white.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has icy muscles and fine bones.

Those small wounds, falling on her body, looked particularly dazzling.

Tang Mohan stared at those wounds, his brows were furrowed, feeling that this work was time-consuming.

It took him a while to clean the wound on Yan Luo's body.

Standing up straight, he couldn't help but take a long breath.

I feel that cleaning Yan Luo's wound is more tiring than working continuously for ten days and a half months.

Glancing at Yan Luo's face, Tang Mohan reached out and took the medicine box, found out the cotton swab and iodophor, and began to treat Yan Luo's wound.