"Ah --"

"Jiang Huiru, do you really think I have no way to take you?"

Jiang Huiru's words have not finished, suddenly a tight collar, the whole person is Su Mo han to carry up, the upper half of the body in an instant away from the bed is not small distance.

And such a violent tearing moment made her wound rupture, the red blood spilled out, gradually infiltrated her brand-new prison uniform, Jiang Huiru uttered babbling cry, sweat on her forehead overflowed her face.

But even so, she still gnaws her teeth and looks at Su Mohan who is so angry at such a close distance. She knows that she must hold on. The bigger his anger is, the more he cares. Once she loses this chip, there is no possibility of turning over again!

"If you had a way, you wouldn't come to me." Jiang Huiru tried to bear the bottom of her heart, but she didn't want to let go.

Su Mo Han sneered and threw her back to the hospital bed. He turned to the warden and said, "warden Wang, it seems that I have to borrow Mrs. ye and miss ye for a few days."

The warden was stunned at first, and then immediately nodded his head and said, "don't worry. I'll make a little preparation today, and you can come and pick up people tomorrow."

Su Mohan nodded slightly and squinted at Jiang Huiru with a cold smile: "I don't believe you are iron teeth and copper teeth. I want to see if I can pry your mouth open!"

Jiang Huiru opens her mouth and plans to say something more, but Su Mohan obviously has no patience to listen to her nonsense any more, and has already strode away.

Back in the car, Su Mohan sat in the driver's seat for a long time, with a look of decadence in his eyes.

He didn't know what to do if he really couldn't open Jiang Huiru's mouth? If you can't open her mouth, does he really want to compromise? But what about ye Fei? What do they do?

But if you really give up, if ye Fei knows that she can't bear children all her life, what kind of pain should she bear, and what face does he have to face her?

Just then, the phone rang.

Seeing that it was ye feihou, his eyes softened a little. He opened the message she sent and found that it was a multimedia message. The MMS was a photo she had taken. A black carbon pen on a striped notebook showed a man with a frowning brow. His figure was slender and his suit and leather shoes were in a rough style. Although the writing technique was rough, it was better than the spirit.

Looking at her painting, his mouth gently raised a curve, reply: "class is not good, come back and wait for spanking."

Soon, another text message came back: "who made someone calm down every day recently? I'm worried about you ~"

Su Mohan was staring at the screen, as if he could see her voice and face through the screen. After a few minutes, his eyes were dry, and then he came back to his mind.

He has tried his best to restrain himself in front of Ye Fei these days, but she is obviously aware that his mood is not good. He doesn't want to convey this mood to her, but every time he thinks about it, his mood is not good at all, and he is naturally full of flaws, who has never had a strong smile.

"What's the matter with you recently? You can tell me what's bothering you. Don't carry it alone. I'll be distressed..."

Soon, seeing that he did not reply, ye Fei sent a message again.

Su Mo Han holds the mobile phone to death, only to feel a sudden contraction of the heart like pain, the pain from a certain point, like a tree, gave birth to roots, gradually spread to his four limbs.