Su Mo Han didn't dare to go too fast because she was worried about the children in the imperial concubine's stomach. Fortunately, she pulled off most of the tail of her wedding dress on the speedboat. She had already taken off the dark red high-heeled shoes, but it was not hard to run and saved a lot of time.

"Bang --" After the two people, a burst of smoke was rolled up behind them, mingled with the flames, and large gray clouds of smoke rose into the sky, a cloud of gunpowder.

It seems that the white haired foreign photographer arrived on the shore a little earlier than ye Fei and Su Mohan because he was not pursued. Seeing the moment when ye Fei and Su Mohan ran over, he was stunned, and then, regardless of the bloodstain, picked up the camera again to capture the moment.

Seeing the bomb exploding behind him, Su Mo Han stopped his pace and hugged Ye Fei tightly and said in a deep voice: "it's OK."

The defense over the island has been fully opened, and it is impossible for the other party to pursue him. Su Mohan is relieved. He sticks to the forehead of Ye Fei face-to-face, and feels like a survivor.

Ye Fei gently smile: "I know it will be OK."

The photographer photographed this scene again. He only felt that it was a great surprise to accept Su Mohan's invitation this time. He was confident that this group of photos would shake the world again.

Su Mo Han's face also showed a smile, pulling her back to the sea view villa.

Ye Fei was worried about his injury. She took his big hand and ran back to the room to look for the medicine box. Fortunately, although the villa didn't live very often, the medicine things were well prepared.

Ye Fei let him sit on the chair, carefully help him unbutton, take off his shirt, wet shirt stuck to his body, with the pull, many pieces of wood fell.

Ye Fei looked at the wood chips that pierced her skin. Some of them didn't dare to start. She was afraid that she would hurt him when she took off her clothes.

Su Mo Han didn't have any reaction, as if he had been used to it. He just looked at Ye Fei, who was busy with her head down in the mirror and was full of heartache. She felt a strange feeling in her heart. She even felt that it was good to get hurt occasionally.

Ye Fei held her breath and carefully tore off the blood stained shirt, and at the same time, she did not forget to reach out and pull out a few pieces of wood.

Until the whole dress finally faded, ye Fei took a breath of air. Her smooth skin was now mottled and crisscrossed, and her large and small openings were ferocious.

Ye Fei's tears burst out in an instant and kept spinning in her eyes. She guessed that this kind of wound would be very painful to soak in the sea water.

"Su Mo Han..." Ye Fei has some choking voice.

Su Mo Han frowned and pulled her to his face. He lifted his hand to wipe the tears on her face: "don't cry."

"Woo Hoo You are a bastard. Why are you so stupid? What do you want me to do if something happens to you? "

Ye Fei was pressed on his leg, but she didn't dare to sit down and say that she was afraid of any injury on his body. She immediately struggled to help him with the wound.

Su Mo cold dead pressed her, but did not let her move, bully body to her in front of the way: "I am injured for you."

Ye Fei wiped her tears and nodded: "mmm..."

"So should you..."

"Well?" Ye Fei looked at him stupidly, and didn't understand what he meant. Her face was still covered with tears and looked a little pathetic.