Chapter 777

He Chen's words deeply stimulated Yin mo.

Her eyes stopped and she didn't know how to react.

Because he Chen is right.

But her strength is also her biggest weakness and sorrow.

If you can live naturally, who is willing to hide in the shadow of darkness?

Can she?

Who can see her difficulties because of her parents' unfaithful loyalty to chaiman and Xiao Yehui's control and suppression over her for many years, and her survival among the jackals, tigers and leopards?

Everyone said that she was incompetent and stupid. She had never experienced her life, and her life seemed to be cowardly.

Yin Mo Mu has a charming face with empty and gray eyes, just like a flower on the verge of withering.

With a smile on his lips, he Chen carefully depicted Yin Mo's eyebrows and eyes on his fingertips, and deepened his handsome face with a smile. "Do you want me to give you a knife for the rest of your life

Yin Mo lowered his long curly eyelashes, waved he Chen's dishonest hand, took up his wine cup and drank it all.

She turned to go, but he Chen didn't stop her. Instead, he said sarcastic words behind her, "so irresponsible?"

Yin Mo's steps were slow, his back to him, and his voice was flat. "Can I be completely free when I die?"

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

He Chen leaned idly against the bar and sniffed the fragrant foreign wine in his glass. His tone was frivolous and heart piercing. "Then you remember to record a video, and I'll send it to Qizi of the border to watch it together."

Yin Mo breathes and turns around stiffly, hoping to give him a shot.

He Chen finished his drink, and his toes touched the ground rhythmically. "If you don't go, come here. For the sake of your sister-in-law, I can teach you how to turn defeat into victory."

"You..." Yin Mo curled up his fingertips, "teach me?"

He Chen's face was a little heavy, and he glared at her, "why, I don't deserve to teach you?"

Yin Mo Lian Shen almost blurted out the word "unworthy", but she swallowed it.

Although he Chen is dissolute, he is definitely not as simple as he shows.

Yin Mo is entangled. In the past of her life, she always seems to be in a dilemma.

However, he Chen didn't give her too much time to hesitate. He pulled her arm to his arms.

He poured half a glass of wine again, put it into Yin Mo's hand, and pinched her face. "Baby, if you want to win the trust of others, you have to show your identity. No matter right or wrong, you have to recognize everything about him. Think about it with your brain. You can't stand Xiao Yehui while you work for him. You are the model of being and being

Yin Mo is speechless, but his words are not.

Although she had some complaints about he Chen, she could not help admitting that what he said was very reasonable.

In this way, after three glasses of wine, Yin Mo's face was slightly drunk, and for the first time, he Chen began to have a long talk with him.

……

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, the mist began to open.

Li Qiao walked into the restaurant with her long hair half dry, and the table was already full of rich breakfast.

She didn't see Shang Yu. When she woke up, the bed was empty.

Li Qiao sits down and grabs the wet hair. As soon as she looks up, she sees Su Moshi, Xia Siyu and Yun Li walk in side by side.

Xia Siyu's eyes are red and swollen, with dark circles under her eyelids. She seems to be in poor spirits.

Li Qiao took a sip of the milk and sipped her lips. She felt that the taste was not right.

It's like milk powder

Li Qiao's eyes wandered around and soon saw a can of pregnant milk powder on the glass platform.

She took the milk cup next to her and sniffed. Before she came to a conclusion, Yunli said in a hoarse voice, "Su Laosi, what's your taste in Misi town? Don't drink milk and milk powder for breakfast?"

Li Qiao

When Xia Siyu heard this, she also tasted it with her cup in her hand. "It's good to drink."

Su Mo looked at Li Qiao silently, and there was a helpless smile under his eyes.

It's really Nanyang yanye, who has prepared pregnant milk powder for Li Qiao so soon. Even the group of people who come here to eat have to drink it with them.

Li Qiao wiped her face, got up and went to the glass table, quietly put the can of milk powder into the closet.

Turning around, I saw Shang Yu's tall and slender figure coming slowly from outside the hall.

Two people have been seated, the restaurant spread a harmonious and strange atmosphere.Xia Siyu lowers her head to eat breakfast bag, but Yu Guang has been paying attention to Yun Li's action.

Since this morning, his voice has become very hoarse and his cough is more frequent than before.

Until——

All the others stopped eating and looked at Xiang Yunli. Xia Siyu leaned over to him and missed a beat.

Yunli's nose is bleeding.

The first thing I found was Li Qiao on the opposite side.

Without a word, she opened her chair and went out, followed by Su Mo Shi.

Shang Yu put down the tableware and looked at Yun Li with bloody nose with deep eyes.

He thin lips tight pursed, sidelong at the back of Liuyun and others, cold voice command, "contact medicine hall."

Liuyun nodded and walked out of the restaurant, looking anxiously at Yunli.

Not long after, Li Qiao and Su Mo Shi turn back one after another, Su Mo Shi's hand is still carrying a medicine box.

Yun Li, reminded by Xia Siyu, slightly leans his head against the back of the chair, holds a towel in his hand and blocks his breath. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he casts his eyes sideways. "It's just a nosebleed. How about taking the medicine box?"

He had nosebleed occasionally in the manor before.

Yunli attributed this phenomenon to acclimatization and air drying.

However, the late autumn of emperor Yingdi is really a cold and humid season.

No one spoke in the restaurant. Su Mo put the medicine box on the table, took out an injection from it, rolled his sleeve and injected it intramuscularly under the expression of Yun Li.

Cloud Li didn't respond to come over, seeing the injection finished, his thin lips were completely white.

Xia Siyu anxiously looked at him. As the towel blocked his breath, she could not see the nosebleed. She asked in a low voice: "brother Li, how do you feel?"

Su Mo put the used up injection into the small surgical medical garbage bag, fixed his eyes on Xiang Yunli, and raised his eyebrows, "brother Li?"

He just gave Yunli the antidote naloxone.

This should be able to reduce the influence of cannabinoid in his body, but at this time, Yun Li's face turned pale and he looked very painful with his eyes closed.

Can't naloxone work?

A depressing depression spread in everyone's heart.

Only Li Qiao, holding the corner of the table with one hand, had no choice but to say: "he felt sick..."

Xia Siyu and Su Moshi

Shang Yu also picked the next eyebrow peak, and his cold eyes couldn't help laughing.

Li Qiao met the sight of a few people, pulled lip, "next injection... Don't let him see the needle."

As long as he can't see, he's fine.

Li Qiao discovered this problem eight years ago when she first met him.

She really did not expect that the head of the great mercenary regiment, who was not afraid of everything, would feel sick.

It's OK for others to have an injection, but when the needle enters his own body, he immediately faints.

Needle sickness is Yunli's only weakness.

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