Ji Mo looked out of the window and didn't look at her. His voice was cold: "I'm sick. You didn't know."
Qi Shaoqin's choking lungs were hot.
She was suddenly baffled.
This sick seedling is really a disaster!
She angrily threw the fruit tray into his arms and scattered the grapes all over him, "what's great! Tong Tong doesn't want to eat the fruit you touched!"
Ji Mo looked out of the window. His sight suddenly sank. He suddenly turned back and looked at her. His eyes narrowed slightly, mixed with a bit dangerous staring at her. His voice was dull: "your Tong Tong?"
Qi Shaoqin frowned. The sick Yangzi's face was a little scary. He was about to speak. Ji Mo's slender white hand clamped her in his arms.
His good-looking face was very close to her, and his gentle tone, although still the familiar smell of medicine, was mixed with some disturbing danger.
"When did Wu Tong belong to your family?" his voice was not big, but it was dangerous and pressing because of the vicious cold breath.
Qi Shaoqin's heart jumped wildly, "you're crazy!"
He reached out to push him, but it was clear that he had just had an operation and was injured. He was still a real sick child, but his hand was surprisingly strong.
At least she has practiced Taekwondo. She is not without strength.
But in front of him, there is no comparability at all.
After pushing and shoving for a few times, he not only didn't take away his hand clamped on her neck, but also didn't loosen his strength for half a minute.
Qi Shaoqin was so angry that he used both hands and feet and punched and kicked him: "is Wu Tong from my family? It has nothing to do with you! Take away your pig feet!"
"My hand is a pig's hoof?" Ji Mo suddenly smiled.
Qi Shaoqin didn't understand what was funny about him: "that's right! You're not just a pig's hoof! You still..."
"Hiss! You TM are dying! My neck is broken..." the strength of the hand on the neck suddenly increased. Qi Shaoqin looked up in pain and met his dark eyes.
He looked at her expressionless, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was cold: "so looking forward to my death?"
"You..." Qi Shaoqin was in a trance and stunned.
She noticed that Ji Mo was very different from when he quarreled with her.
At this time, he was very strange and dangerous.
"Dislike me so much? Like Wu Tong so much?" he suddenly smiled low, but there was no warmth in his laughter.
"You, you...!" I knew he was suddenly crazy. She wouldn't get on his cable car.
"I've always been boring, and my heart is even worse," he seemed to mutter to himself.
Qi Shaoqin didn't know what he wanted to express. He just thought he was baffled. He continued: "so, how comfortable do you want to be with such a bad me?"
Qi Shaoqin couldn't understand him at all. "You..."
The strength of the back neck suddenly increased. Before she could react, he touched his slender and trembling eyelashes
Qi Shaoqin widened his eyes. At this moment, his brain seemed to stop working and suddenly went blank.
The strong smell of medicine kept invading her brain. It was like swallowing mountains and rivers and ashes, shouting and shouting. No matter how she resisted it, the momentum was irresistible, as if she was going to swallow her.
For a long time, he clenched his lips and laughed, "now, you are as bad as me. Are you angry? Do you want to say ugly words to annoy me? Or do you want to do it?"