delicious life

here.The gunshot wound was not serious at the time, but you ran violently after being shot, which made the wound a little wider.Because the bullet did not hit the heart, but only hit the sternum, after passing through the dangerous period, he can recover after a period of recuperation. "

"Thank you, I would like to know... what is the name of the friend who sent me here?"

Mo Ci nodded, and Chi asked.

"Don't you know?" The blond nurse's blue eyes showed a hint of surprise, and she spread out the case booklet, "He was very nervous when he sent you here, because he didn't have the nationality of country B, so he couldn't send you directly to the largest hospital , so it was sent to our clinic... During the rescue period, he was always guarding outside the door. Don't you know him?"

"No, I don't know, do you know his name? Or describe his appearance, I don't think I can remember." Mo Ci stared at the thermometer in the hand of the blond nurse.

"He is as Asian as you, tall...he didn't leave his name." The blond nurse tried hard to recall, "I'm sorry, I don't know his name."

"However, in the evening, he will come here on time to see you. At that time, you will know his identity." The blond nurse blinked her eyes, took Mo Ci's temperature, and pulled the plush that rolled out of the bed. The velvet blue thing was placed by Mo Ci's hand.

"This is the warm water bag prepared for you by the friend who sent you here."

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Mo Ci never thought that he would see Zhao Hongxiu again under such circumstances.

A name that should have been out of mind came to mind at this moment.

There was an undisturbed familiarity on the man's face, and when he saw Mo Ci who was eating, he just smiled.

"you're awake?"

A steady voice came out of his throat, and the man pulled out a chair in the ward. Different from Mo Ci's surprise, he sat quietly on the chair, folded his hands, and looked at Mo Ci with a scrutinizing gaze.

The sharpness of a few years ago turned into an indescribable calmness, but the occasional shrewdness that overflowed from the corners of his eyes told Mo Ci that Zhao Hongxiu's character was as strong as ever.

"It was you who saved me?" Mo Ci's original modified words for the savior were condensed into five short words when they met Zhao Hongxiu.

The gratitude in his heart faded a lot, because Mo Ci sat on the bed with a pale face because of the injury, avoiding Zhao Hongxiu's sight, ignoring the discomfort at the moment.

"Yes, I saved you." The man nodded, with a smile on his lips, elegant and natural, adding a sense of coercion.

"I was just repairing a car, and I was able to see you who was shot-it's really amazing."

"I guess, you were hunted down." Seeing that Mo Ci hadn't spoken for a long time, Zhao Hongxiu lifted his chin and raised his eyebrows at Mo Ci.

"The other party has a lot of background. In order to avoid their search, I hid for more than three hours. Do you have anything to say?"

The man lowered the hand that rested on his chin, and said nothing to his superior.

"Thank you." Mo Ci knew that if he didn't speak again, Zhao Hongxiu would continue to talk about everything he could find out, even telling himself, who was the fuse between Morrison and Brian Colombo, in a calm tone...

There is no better time than now to gag Zhao Hongxiu.

Being rescued by Zhao Hongxiu was an accident. Mo Ci, who had experienced life and death twice, wanted to prevent the next accident, so he had to pre-emptively let the initiative be in his own hands, and avoid Zhao Hongxiu's unsatisfactory demands.

"What do you want?" Mo Ci turned his head.

The man's face paused, the original smile disappeared, and his face became gloomy and obscure.

"You think I saved you to repay—" The man paused, slowly got up from the chair, walked to Mo Ci's hospital bed, and looked down at Mo Ci.

"What if I say, you can't afford what I want?" The man's tall body covered the light above him, and his scorching breath sprayed on the side of Mo Ci's neck. Mo Ci's scalp was numb, and a layer of chicken skin appeared on his body. pimple.

"As long as it's not asking too much, I can afford it."

Mo Ci wanted to push Zhao Hongxiu away, but his height and illness prevented him from further actions.

The man's arm slowly fell onto Mo Ci's shoulder, and the physical contact made Mo Ci extremely uncomfortable.Gritting his teeth, Mo Ci stared at Zhao Hongxiu without strength.

"Let go, what are you doing!"

"Don't do anything, just look at the changes in you." Zhao Hongxiu took away his arm, pushed away two steps, and looked at Mo Ci's cheeks with admiration for the thin blush that was caused by anger.

"You look a lot more mature. I didn't recognize you when I saw you just now..." The man put on a smile again, and his eyes moved to the quilt that Mo had left on the edge of the bed.

"It seems that you are still that Mo Ci." The man put the hot water bottle into Mo Ci's quilt, and held the corner of the quilt.

"It's still like this, I'm more used to it." The man folded his arms and concluded, no longer irritated Mo Ci, and turned around, "You take good care of your wounds, and you can go back to country C if you want. However, you haven't shot the shot yet." Tell your family about it."

When he said the last sentence, the man turned his head, and there was more confidence in his eyes that he was sure of winning.

The prepared rhetoric will never catch up with the changes. Mo Ci, who has no advantage, lowers his head, and the initiative is completely controlled by Zhao Hongxiu. It seems that Zhao Hongxiu wants more than just a promise...

The author has something to say: a day late, with a small theater attached.

【·Honkai's Irresponsible Small Theater·】

Zhao Hongxiu put his arms on Mo Ci's shoulders, leaned slightly, and exhaled hot breath on the side of Mo Ci's neck.

Mo Ci's face turned pale, and he shielded his chest with both hands, pushing and saying: What are you going to do?Let go of me!

Zhao Hongxiu: Don't you know?Do not you know?Do not you know?You said I'm going to fuck?Can't you guess?Of course it is to violate-offend you!

Mo Ci: When you become a Tang Monk Bird, you used to go straight to it without saying a word-_-|||

Zhao Hongxiu: The warm route has been changed, and there must be a prelude.

Mo Ci: Do you have to learn from Tang Seng if you have a prelude?Tell you, I will not accept you even if you have a prelude!

Zhao Hongxiu smiled charmingly, and raised Mo Ci's jaw: Then I don't want to play the prelude, anyway, in your eyes, I'm a scum—

Mo Ci answered weakly: Slag Gong...

Zhao Hongxiu leaned against the door, opened Mo Ci's lips, and was about to drive straight in—(cracking)

Mo Ci patted Zhao Hongxiu's cheek: Hey, aren't you tired from standing like this? The author said it was stuck!

So the scene of flirting with good women and men was inexplicably blocked. Zhao Hongxiu crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Didn't you say let me kiss you? You don't keep your word!"

The audience watching the show stretched out his arms and moved away. Duan Feng with a dark complexion stood up, pulled Mo Ci over, and put his arms around his shoulders:

"Who do you want to kiss?"

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73、chapter2

Since Mo Ci was shot and disappeared, the entire Kolobo family has been working hard to find a young Asian man.

The accidental shooting happened with the tacit consent of Brian Colombo.

The actual fact of being shot should have happened and is irreversible.

As the head of the clan, in order not to tear himself apart with his son and Farmas Lee, Brian Colombo decisively pulled out the subordinates who were carrying out the hunt, and shot them in front of them.

The only son, Morrison, drank to drink away his worries, grabbed his father's clothes, and was disheveled all day long.

Brian Kolobo, who hates iron and steel, slapped his only son severely, and had to make up a lie that Mo Ci was not dead.

So the comfort of Mo Ci's whereabouts became the only motivation for Morrison to persevere, and the family's missing person notices spread throughout the dark world of Country B.

At the same time, Duan Feng, who believes that Mo Ci must be alive and recuperating, with the assistance of Famas Li, collects and integrates every piece of news from the streets and alleys of country B every day, trying to find Mo Ci's truth from the news. whereabouts.

Mo Ci, who has no identity certificate and has been shot again, cannot enter a regular large hospital.The police did not have any news about Mo Ci.

So Mo Ci's whereabouts were locked in a private clinic registered in country B, near the city of Kolobo Manor.

In the dark world, there are often some shady wounds that cannot be treated in big hospitals. When they are injured, many gangsters choose their trusted private clinics to treat difficult wounds on their bodies.

For Famas Lee, the helm of the fraternity, he would call his personal doctor immediately after the injury to treat the wound.

He was injured very few times, but the thoughtful Panther soon got a very useful piece of information from his personal doctor.

A friend of a private doctor opened a clinic that specializes in dealing with difficult wounds. Two days ago, he heard the topic discussed by the female nurse at his friend.

A young Asian man was admitted to a private clinic.

Inadvertently staying and briefly narrating, when Famas Li told Duan Feng the news, Duan Feng had already confirmed that the person living in the private clinic was Mo Ci.

With the address of the private clinic in his arms, Duan Feng hung up the phone call from the company for the eighth time, fabricated a wild lie about going out to discuss the company's business, got rid of the crying entanglement of the female assistant over there, and drove to the place on the note.

Jack Brothers Private Practice.

Duan Feng hung up the phone, pushed open the glass door of the clinic, and entered the clinic from the lobby.

The nurse who was chatting on the phone saw Duan Feng, who was in a hurry, hung up the phone immediately and put on a professional smile.

"Sir, do you need to..."

"I'm looking for someone."

Duan Feng interrupted her.

"Looking for someone, sir, I'm sorry, we don't have what you're looking for