Chapter 647

Han Mo sleeps under a peach blossom tree at this time. Normally, peach blossom should be thanks this season. His courtyard is planted with a tree, which seems to be different. This season, it is still flourishing.

If the wind blows a little harder, the petals will fall slowly. Korean wants him to stay outside for a while, but he is afraid that the sun is too big and shakes his eyes.

Don't know where to do a cool couch under the tree, let Han Mo to lie down, in that place can stay for a while. Han Mo is not willing at first, she thinks it's too troublesome. When you really lie down, you don't say anything else.

The whole person, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and slowly falling petals. He couldn't say no more. It was so comfortable.

"Han Mo, Han Mo, wake up. It's time for you to take some medicine." Is it time to drink medicine? Han Mo heard someone calling himself in his dream, and opened his eyes vaguely. I didn't expect that it wasn't Korean, but Qian Sangsang.

It's really Qian Sangsang's voice and her face. Do you really, really see Qian Sangsang? Han Mo can't believe his eyes, but he is afraid that the man suddenly runs away, so he grabs each other's wrist.

"What are you doing? Han Mo is really in pain. " Qian Sangsang corrects the moment of his wrist in Han Mo, frowns tightly, but does not force to break free. Han Mo felt the real temperature on his wrist, like an electric shock, and immediately drew back.

"I just want to make sure you really exist?" After hearing this, Qian Sangsang was stunned and rubbed his wrist. He chuckled: "what are you talking about? I'm not real. Is it just a dream. Don't talk so much. Get up and drink the medicine, and your wound will heal earlier. "

Usually Han Mo is a very obedient person, this time suddenly want to stay on for a while. He deliberately stayed on the cool couch and refused to get up. Qian Sangsang exhausted his strength and couldn't pull the man up. "No, I don't want to drink it. It's too bitter."

Qian Sangsang laughingly looks at the man in front of him. He's in his twenties, and he's so cute. That also has no way, is oneself loves person, occasionally coquetry still wants to spoil.

So he comforted the medicine, which was not bitter at all. I don't know how many spoonfuls of honey I added. I added it secretly without telling my father and mother. I'm afraid they will say that they are used to Han Mo, and adding honey will destroy the efficacy of the medicine.

Listen to Qian Sangsang care about their words, Han Mo heart is very moved, but want to coquetry, "then you come to feed me. If you don't ask me, I won't drink it. "

Two people just like this, you feed me, I don't want to drink by myself, it's not that my hand is broken. It took a long time for such a dialogue. It took about a long time for the medicine to cool down, but there was no result.

If that day, people passing by the Han family will see such a scene. Under the peach blossom tree in the middle of the yard, there are many fallen flowers. On the cool couch under the tree lies a young man.

The man's collar is slightly open. If you look carefully, you can see the cloth wrapped inside. But a girl of the same age looks like a peach blossom, but she doesn't behave like a lady. At this time, standing in front of the cool couch, he was very angry and said something to the man.

It looks like a confrontation, but the two people's smiles on their faces from time to time show their true thoughts. This final confrontation is the final result of Qian Sangsang's failure to defeat Han mo.

There's no way. The patient is the biggest. He can't do anything for the patient. He picked up the one and put it in the warm medicine bowl. Gently pick the petals that were floating on it, spoonful by spoonful.

First blow, after the air cool, feed to the mouth of Han mo. There are beauties around, waiting on the soup, Han Mo naturally no longer refused, obedient will be a spoonful of bitter people shaking medicine, swallow down.

Qian Sangsang's hands were no longer free, but his mouth did not stop. "I told you that you were injured, but you didn't hurt your hands. Why let me feed you?" Although Qian Sangsang loves Han Mo, that person is too much. I hurt my chest. My hand is not broken.

What's the best way to feed a spoiled person. Han Mo listened to this words to slant over the face to go, not willing to drink medicine, hands a pile of pillows in the back of the head, carelessly said.

"Then I'll hurt my hand next time, my left hand or my right hand. It's just that both hands are injured together, and then the feet are injured together. The whole person can only be tilted here. When the time comes, you'll have to wait on me. If you don't take the medicine, you'll have to take it. "

After hearing this, Qian Sang Sang's lips trembled for a long time, and finally said only two words: "rascal." Han Mo didn't care what the other side would say to him, just said with a smile: "that's a rascal, then I'm a rascal."

I'm usually indifferent. Occasionally, I don't want to be shameful or skinny. I feel really good. Seeing that the other party did not reflect on what he had just said wrong, he was still complacent. Qian Sangsang was a little angry and put the medicine bowl on the cool couch with a bang.

Because of too much force, they all splashed out. As soon as the wind blew, the traditional Chinese medicine with a special bitter fragrance floated across Han Mo's nose, "don't say that again. Do you know that your injury made me sad enough, and you want to be injured again. What's more, you're going to gouge out my heart with a knife. "Money Sang Sang almost roared to say this words, let Han Mo speechless, he didn't know his a careless joke will hurt each other so deep. Because of the impact of these words, Han Mo didn't react at first, just like last time.

So Qian Sangsang was angry and angry, turned around and was ready to leave. Han Mo see someone to leave, also anxious. Regardless of the injury on his body, he got up to grab Qian Sangsang's sleeve. I caught the sleeve, but the whole wound was also involved.

Because of the great force, there is no good control of the force. When Qian Sangsang grabs back, the other party can't avoid it, but still presses a part of Han Mo's wound. His head against Han Mo's shoulder, can only hear his head, issued hissing sound, must be a severe pain.

All like this, Han Mo's face is in a cold sweat, and he hasn't planned to let go. I don't know how long they held each other. It's not very comfortable to maintain this position. I do not know how long, Han Mo finally gently spit out three words: "do not go."

Qian Sangsang was afraid that the man would make any more drastic behavior, so he comforted: "if I don't go, I won't go in my life." After a while, Qian Sangsang finally coaxed the man to get up from him.

Look at that face has no blood white, heartache. Han Mo is not satisfied, these pain than now leave their own, what is it? "Sang Sang said, you must not leave me."

Han Mo feels a little sleepy, but he doesn't want to see Qian Sangsang. I couldn't resist the attack of sleepiness, and I couldn't control my eyelids.

Then I heard an ethereal voice, "OK, I won't go. I promise you, I won't go."