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In the half-level villa, Dr. Chen was helping Qin Mo treat the wound in his neck.

"Young master, your wound is quite deep. ”

Qin Mo was expressionless, just sitting on the sofa, his brows furrowed, he was a little upset, but he couldn't say what to worry about.

Dr. Chen continued: "It's incredible that a little girl with no power and a high fever can actually hurt the young master like this. ”

Qin Mo's cold eyes swept over: "What do you want to say?"

Dr. Chen hurriedly smiled: "It's nothing, I don't want to say anything, I just want the young master to pay attention to his own safety, if this girl's glass is off any more, it will hurt your carotid artery." ”

Qin Mo's tone was a little angry: "You should know that I don't like people who talk a lot." ”

Dr. Chen's hands became numb, he treated his wound after dividing it by two, loosely pasted a piece of gauze on it, and then cleaned up the medicine box on the side: "Young master, I have to go up to see how Song Ran is doing." ”

"You don't have to go, I'll just go. ”

He first went back to his room to change his clothes, threw the bloody white shirt into the trash, then wiped the blood on his face, and turned around and went to Song Ran's room.

The sun was shining, the curtains were drawn, the room was a little dark, and she lay quietly on the bed.

He approached slowly, then sat down on the chair next to the bed, looked at the person on the bed, his face seemed to be less red, he reached into her forehead, it was still hot, but it was not as hot as just now.

The person under the big hand sighed softly, as if she felt comfortable, and she whispered: "Jingxing...... Jingxing ......"

It was her husband, the head of the regiment named Gu Jingxing.

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but she grabbed it, she dragged his hand like a cat, held his hand in her arms, seemed to rely on him, and her voice was very weak: "Jingxing, don't go...... Don't go ......."

She closed her eyes and tears welled up in her eyes, making him ...... He stopped his movements, and just let her hold his hand and not move.

It was as if time had stood still halfway, and the fragile girl was holding his hand, desperately dependent on his appearance, making him forget all that darkness, killing, and gore.

What flashed through his mind was that he seemed to know why she was still alive and why he hadn't killed her.

From noon to three o'clock in the afternoon, she slept very deeply, and during this period of time, the room was quiet, the shadows of the trees slowly moved westward, and the shade of the trees was swaying and mottled, such a quiet beauty should not belong to him.

The person on the bed moved slightly, his brow furrowed slightly, and his eyelids twitched slightly.

He didn't want her to wake up, and when she woke up, it would be a chaos, or a person would turn on her back, or she would be more cute when she was asleep, like a small animal......

But she finally woke up, so he quickly withdrew his hand and pushed her away.

The quiet beauty disappeared the moment she opened her eyes to see him clearly.

As if Alice in Wonderland, Qin Mo felt that the aftertaste was endless, and he coveted the short and long three hours of harmonious coexistence.

The moment Song Ran saw Qin Mo clearly, her first reaction was panic and fear, these emotions were all written in her eyes, Qin Mo didn't like such eyes, he didn't like her being afraid of him.

Song Ran got up quickly, and Qin Mo frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Song Ran looked at the eye of the needle on the back of his hand and stared at him defensively: "What did you do, what did you do to me?"

"What can I do to you?"

"Did you inject me with drugs?"

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