Chapter 320

Mo Shiqian still didn't speak, but when he took her to leave again, he would follow her.

Chi Huan takes him back to the hospital and looks for the attending doctor who injured him in prison.

Office.

Mo Shiqian sits in a chair, and Chi Huan stands beside him.

The doctor sat on the other side of the desk. "Mr. Mo, please raise your hand."

The man didn't raise his hand, or even turn a deaf ear, and didn't give any response.

The doctor repeated awkwardly, "Mr. Mo, please put your injured hand on the table."

He still didn't move.

The doctor looked at him, then helplessly looked to Chi Huan for help.

Chi Huan looks down at his side face, but doesn't say much. He directly holds up the man's hand with both hands. Some of them are light and some are careful. Then he carefully rolls up the cuff layer by layer and folds them.

Mo Shiqian lets her around, just looks up at the woman's side face.

The doctor looked at them, didn't say much, and started to check.

But the man's hand is quickly back.

Chi Huan looks at his movements, and his brow immediately turns. "Mo Shiqian, what are you doing?"

He looked at her sideways, then reached for her, using the injured hand.

"Mo Shiqian..."

She was pulled to her leg by the man and forced to sit down on him.

He hurt his hand and circled her waist. She didn't dare to struggle at all. The man's other hand buckled her to her bosom, even more unable to move.

His lips pressed against her cheek, and he said in a low voice, "if you get up, I'll follow you."

After all, she still stopped the struggle which was not strong.

Chi Huan turns his head and stares at him angrily. "Mo Shiqian, you said that you would not restrict my freedom, or force me to do something I would not like to do. It's not for half an hour. Do you want to repent?"

He took off the hand that had locked her and spread it out.

The man low light smile, when talking the lip breath and the nose breath all spray on her face, "I do not limit, also did not force, you want to get up, want to go also can be in, eh?"

Chi Huan bites his lips angrily.

He doesn't force, but it's a threat.

But

She looked at his bloody wrists. She knew it clearly, but she still couldn't help but got up and left.

The standoff lasted less than half a minute.

She took her eyes back and said, turning her face coldly, "put your hand down."

The man is to cooperate immediately obediently put the hand back to the desktop.

At the same time, his other hand pressed her deeper into his arms, and his thin lips fell on her cheek, rolling and kissing, especially breathing covered more skin.

Chi Huan dodges, with a small arc. It's useless.

Instead, despite the presence of a third person, he kisses more and more arrogantly.

The doctor looked at them, "..."

He lowered his head, and his eyes only fell on Mo Shiqian's injured arm. He didn't dare to look at them directly. After the hurried examination, he took out the medicine and gauze to bandage them.

Chi Huan finally let the man kiss, frowned and asked, "how is his injury?"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. It doesn't hurt the bone. It's just a scratch on the skin. It's a little bone. But it's still a skin injury. Remember to change the medicine on time. Don't touch the water. Come back to the hospital if you have any problems."

Skin trauma.

Chi Huan broke off the man's arm around her waist, and then stood up from his arms.

She took a deep breath and finally closed her lips. "Please, doctor, give me the medicine."

"No," moshiqian stood up. "We have it at home."

He said so. Chi Huan also remembered that the medicine box at home did have many commonly used medicines. This kind of medicine for trauma should also be available, so he said nothing, but said to the doctor lightly, "please doctor, since we have finished reading, we won't disturb you to continue to work."

Then turn around and walk out the door.

Chi Huan walks in front, and Mo Shiqian follows.

It's a pity that no matter how fast she goes, he can keep up with her at a leisurely pace.

It wasn't until she got out of the elevator that she stopped and looked back at him.

He stood less than half a meter away from her, looked at her with low eyes, smiled lightly, "angry? Do you think I should give up this hand and take advantage of it? "

There was a thin smile in his eyes, and a layer of self mockery.

Chi Huan's heart was sour, and he was in deep pain. He bit his lips, turned his face and stopped looking at him. "I'm tired. I want to go back to sleep quietly, OK?"

The man looked at her deeply. "Where are you going?"

After a while of silence, "if you have time, or when it's convenient, you can pack up my things and send them to my apartment, or inform me to pick them up myself."With that, she turned around and walked to the door of the hospital.

This time I got a taxi.

On the car, she deeply soothed the breath, closed her eyes, the needle like pain in her heart seemed to spread to her head, and the headache seemed to burst.

The driver in front suddenly said, "Miss, is the car behind you after you?"

When she left the hospital gate this time, she took out her sunglasses from her bag, and the driver may not have noticed her, so she did not recognize her. Chi Huan looks in the rearview mirror, and sure enough, he can see guster following him.

's as like as two peas, even the exact same model, she can recognize it at once.

She closed her eyes again. His hand, though not badly hurt, still drove all the time. Doesn't it hurt?

"Go ahead, leave him alone."

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The taxi stopped in front of the apartment building at the 10th mansion.

Chi Huan sees that guster stops not far away.

But the man didn't get out of the car or follow her.

It's like it's just to "escort" her back.

Chi Huan opens the door and enters the room. He throws his bag into the sofa. Then he goes straight to the window and opens the curtain.

There was a faint cloud of dust.

Downstairs, guster pulled the curtains open, started the engine, backed away, and finally disappeared into the traffic.

Chi Huan drew the curtain, his whole body strength seemed to be taken away, and he walked back to the bedroom, no matter how long he didn't clean it or whether there was dust, throwing his body into it.

Then he closed his eyes.

She didn't sleep last night. She thought she was very sleepy and would forget all her troubles and fall asleep when she closed her eyes.

But when he closed his eyes, everything about him was clear.

Mo is modest.

Just met, just expelled, but she seems to have missed him.

She opened her eyes and looked at the white ceiling above her head.

After he said he loved her, she seemed to Love him more.