delicious life

. "Duan Feng's unfamiliar face made the nurse suspicious, and his polite tone became unfamiliar, but the tough refusal did not make Duan Feng retreat.

Duan Feng shook the business card of Farmas Li's personal doctor and threw it in front of the nurse, "I want to find Mr. Smith."

"Please wait a moment." After quickly scanning the content on the business card, the nurse's attitude immediately softened and became more polite.

Having met Mr. Smith, Duan Feng knew all the news and wanted to know all the news. Mo Ci, who was hit in the breastbone, was indeed in this private clinic!

Surrounded by great joy, Duan Feng went straight to Mo Ci's ward, and quietly opened the door of the ward——

Mo Ci was sleeping.

The morbid paleness on the familiar face gave Mo Ci a sense of vulnerability.

Duan Feng dismissed the nurse, and quietly placed his palm on Mo Ci's forehead, his deep eyes were full of surprises that were lost and found again.

"Mo Ci." Duan Feng read out the name that he had recited thousands of times in his heart, and his fingers slid across Mo Ci's pale cheeks, but his hands trembled uncontrollably.

gunshot wound...

The moment the bullet pierced his body, he was not by Mo Ci's side.

For myself who likes Mo Ci and cares about Mo Ci, it is a great irony.

Duan Feng laughed at himself, and unconsciously touched Mo Ci's closed eyes with his fingertips. The warm touch of his fingertips made Duan Feng linger, and he unconsciously increased his strength.

Mo Ci murmured, and slowly opened his eyes, not sober for a while, only expressing his dissatisfaction with the people who kept harassing him.

Slowly open your eyes, close your eyes, open them again, widen your eyes...

Duan Feng withdrew his palm in time, and seeing Mo Ci's cute reaction, many days of worry and gloom overflowed his mouth and let out a muffled laugh.

"You...you..." Mo Ci said in surprise, his eyes that just woke up stared blankly at the smiling man.

It's Duan Feng!

I'm dreaming.

Never seen a man who smiled so heartily, Mo Ci stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes.

Duan Feng laughed even louder.

The deliberately suppressed laughter penetrated clearly into the ears.

Open your eyes and close your eyes, this person has not disappeared.

Mo Ci opened his mouth wide.

"I found you." The handsome man finally stopped laughing, as if releasing the smile accumulated over the years, with a faint smile still hanging on his lips.

Dazzling and handsome.

Mo Ci was taken aback for a while.

"I was the one who found you first, Mo Ci." The man repeated, stepping forward to hold Mo Ci's palm that was exposed from the quilt, with a smile in his eyes.

"Why are you here..." Mo Ci asked in a low voice after holding back for a long time, the surprise overwhelmed the original surprise, and turned into a rich and indelible joy and sweetness.

Compared with the desserts in Mrs. Bai's dessert shop, this kind of sweetness doesn't just melt in the mouth, but slowly soaks in the heart.

"I've been searching for a long time, and I finally got something." The man finally stopped smiling, and let go of Mo Ci's hand that was held by him.

A man's deep voice passed through his ears, and Mo Ci nodded from time to time, or asked the person some questions after being shot.

"Does Morrison know that I'm here?" In Duan Feng's understatement, Mo Ci captured that Duan Feng has been avoiding the topic of Morrison.

"He doesn't know." The man replied quickly, and added another sentence at the end.

"You care about him?" Duan Feng was slightly taken aback after blurting out this sentence with perceptible dissatisfaction, knowing that he had lost his former composure.

Fortunately, Mo Ci didn't realize this, he closed his eyes slightly, lay flat and looked at Duan Feng beside the bed.

"He will find him soon, right? What kind of person is his father?"

Mo Ci's sighing tone made Duan Feng's heart tingle, he had never experienced such ups and downs of emotions like today, "You don't need to know, stay away from them in the future, I won't let them hurt you again of."

Mo Ci responded silently, speaking after the topic had been silent for a long time:

"...I want to leave here early."

"And that very important game... I don't want to delay."

"Okay." The man nodded, "I will take you out of here..."

"Where are you going back?" A sudden voice from outside the door interrupted the conversation in the ward. Zhao Hongxiu, who was wearing a black windbreaker, pushed open the door and strode in, but unexpectedly saw an extra guest in the ward.

"Who are you?" Zhao Hongxiu narrowed his narrow eyes and asked coldly.Obviously, he didn't know about the sudden appearance of an extra person in the ward.

Standing up from the chair, Duan Feng greeted Zhao Hongxiu who came in, and stretched out his palm, "Hi, you are the one who saved Mo Ci, thank you very much..."

"Don't thank me, Mo Ci and I are old friends, his savior." Zhao Hongxiu shook hands with Duan Feng without any scruples, quickly withdrew his palm, and at the same time looked at Duan Feng with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

"You are..." Duan Feng sensed a trace of innocence in Zhao Hongxiu's words, and recalled the memory in his mind, he seemed to have seen this hypocritical man wearing a mask.

...Yes, it was four years ago when I visited Mo Ci in the hospital.

The history is surprisingly similar!

Duan Feng's black eyes were full of emotions, and he looked at Zhao Hongxiu calmly.

Where the eyes meet, there is lightning and flint, and the sword has no shadow.

The silent game between the two men began.

"I recognize you too." Duan Feng didn't avoid the other party's oppressive eyes.

"...You are," Zhao Hongxiu obviously had no impression of Duan Feng, and his slightly surprised eyes showed that he was at a loss at the moment.

"Have we met?" Zhao Hongxiu frowned.

"Yes, a long time ago. At that time, I remember that Mo Ci expressed strong dislike for you. You are not friends." Duan Feng made a conclusion, standing in front of Mo Ci, blocking Zhao Hongxiu's entire vision.

Mo Ci over there could smell the thick gunpowder smoke between the two of them.Unexpectedly, Duan Feng would also remember that event from a long time ago.

The savior... This word is full of inexplicable irony, and Mo Ci couldn't find a way to interrupt the confrontation between the two.

"How do you know that Mo Ci dislikes me, and who are you?" Zhao Hongxiu didn't seem to know Duan Feng's identity, so he glanced at Duan Feng and folded his arms leisurely.

"I'm Mo Ci's friend, Duan Feng. I'm very grateful for your help, but Mo Ci wants to go back... I will help him find another place to recuperate, and I will pay for his expenses here .”

Duan Feng said forcefully.

At this moment, Mo Ci couldn't see the expressions of the two of them, but Duan Feng's tense body and stiff lines told him that Duan Feng was serious.

What kind of expression would it be to stand in front of him?

Mo Ci subconsciously thought of the man's tight jaw and frosty black eyes...

"Zhao Hongxiu, I will repay your kindness in the future," Mo Ci said before the conflict between the two escalated, unconsciously leaning towards Duan Feng.

"I want to leave here," Mo Ci paused, "Do you have any conditions to talk about now?"

The cruel and straightforward voice made Zhao Hongxiu, who was opposite Duan Feng, face darken a bit, almost gritted his teeth and squeezed it out of his mouth.

"As I said, you can't afford it now..."

"Mo!" Zhao Hongxiu's words were interrupted by the exclamation of the people who rushed in through the door.

The blond young man rushed in recklessly, the surprise in his eyes projected to Mo Ci who was half covered by Duan Feng.

"Mo, you're fine!" He walked around the two men with different expressions like a reckless child, bent down with his tall body, staggered to the side of Mo Ci's bed, and excitedly grabbed Mo Ci and put him on the bed. Face Hands.

"You're fine!" With a voice almost choked with sobs, a haggard face covered with stubble met Mo Ci's eyes.

"You'll be fine..."

Mo Ci's hand was tightly grasped by him, and he couldn't break free. Morrison's strength was astonishing.

"Morrison, he hasn't recovered yet, let go of your hand." Duan Feng reminded Morrison when he rushed to Mo Ci's bed immediately.

It's a pity that Morrison, who was caught in a huge surprise and couldn't hold back his excitement, automatically filtered this sentence.

It wasn't until Duan Feng pulled Morrison's hand away with a dark face that the reckless young man noticed Mo Ci's pale face which was different from ordinary people.

"Where did you get hurt?"

"Gunshot wound, the bullet hit the breastbone." Zhao Hongxiu, who was crossing his arms, moved closer and answered for Mo Ci.

"Really?" Morrison turned to Zhao Hongxiu who was dressed in black, as if confirming.

"Fortunately, it's not serious, but there was too much blood loss at that time..."

"I'm sorry, Mo." The young man who turned his face again covered his face in pain, and said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Mo... I hurt you, I'm sorry..."

The repeated apologies echoed in the ward.

Neither of the two men standing in front of the hospital bed spoke, as if they didn't want to break the situation.

A person who rushed out suddenly interrupted the confrontation just now.

Apart from Duan Feng's worries about Mo Ci's health, Duan Feng hesitated for a moment just to see how Mo Ci would face Morrison.

Zhao Hongxiu's silence is to integrate a series of sudden events that happened today, first Duan Feng, then the stranger Morrison...everything is messed up, all the news is collected, it is a vulgar soap opera where three men chase one woman... …

Mo Ci became the protagonist of this play.

Zhao Hongxiu clasped his palms together, and scanned the disheveled Morrison with his usual scrutiny.

"Mo..." Morrison, who blamed himself for a long time for not getting any response from Mo Ci, met Mo Ci's eyes with complicated emotions in a panic, and said intermittently.

"I didn't know that he was the one who kidnapped you that day. You shouldn't be involved in the war between our father and son...I'm sorry," Morrison lowered his head, "I'm sorry...I'm really sorry...Mo, can you forgive me me?"

After saying the most important sentence, the blond young man raised his hand carefully.