Chapter 920

"Ah, that's right!" after Ning Jiwei's reminder, Jian Haixi suddenly had a flash in her mind, and her head, which was leaning on Ning Jiwei's chest, suddenly lifted up.

"Well..."

Ning Jiwei didn't expect her to move suddenly. She was lowering her head. This time, she just let her head hit her chin right.

"Husband, are you all right?" Jian Haixi quickly reached out and rubbed his chin for him. "Why do you say you bow your head well? Does it hurt?"

"Cough, it's all right..." Ning Jiwei covered his chin and pinched Jian Haixi's hand. "It's all right, you continue."

Jane Haixi was in no mood. She just broke his chin and checked it.

"Let me see if it's serious."

Ning Jiwei couldn't resist her, so he had to loosen his hand and said, "it's really all right."

"It's all red..." Jian Haixi muttered and stared at him. "Don't hold me like this in the future."

How can this be?

Ningji Witton took her hand and touched her chin: "wife, it's just a little red. If you touch it carefully, there's nothing at all. For a while, even red won't be red. Ensure it's good!"

"Fuck you." Jian Haixi was amused by his action of raising his hand and swearing.

Seeing her smile, Ning Jiwei quickly took her back in his arms, took the opportunity to change the topic and said, "you haven't finished what you just said. What do you think?"

Jian Haixi leaned against him, pretended not to be aware of his attempt to divert his attention, smiled and cooperated and said, "I just suddenly thought that we could meet Su ri'an's friend in hospital. Maybe we can find something."

Ning Jiwei fondly pinched her nose: "this thing, Mo Jue has already done it. Don't worry."

"Mo Jue?" Jian Haixi slightly raised his eyebrows and was surprised. "He's so positive recently. He's trying to do everything."

"Well... Probably to escape something." Ning Jiwei thought of something and sighed slightly.

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At the entrance of the hospital, the Red Cross is hung high in the outpatient building. The several inpatient buildings behind are brightly lit. The lights from each window are warm, which is the intersection of hope and pain.

Mo Jue stood at the door of the hospital with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the woman standing next to him.

One did not move, and the other quietly stood as a telegraph pole. They stood like wooden people for ten minutes.

Mo Jue finally couldn't help sighing. He pressed his temples with cigarettes in his fingers, and began with a headache: "what do you want to do?"

The woman played with her wine red curly hair in front of her body. There was no moon tonight. The night in Hunan city was not very bright, but her eyes looking at Mo Jue were surprisingly bright, like a dagger with a scabbard and a blade, reflecting a cold light.

"No, this road is not yours. What's the problem with me standing one by one?" in the temperature of 13 or 14 degrees, she wore a black suspender shoulder length skirt, her arms were white and greasy, her collarbone was exquisite, and a slight movement was all kinds of customs.

It's just that this dress is not suitable for such weather at all. These strangers passing by have to scan her intentionally or unintentionally.

She leaned against the wall and raised her chin as if she didn't mind the strange eyes projected.

Mo Jue put his hand in his coat pocket, looked at the vivid face close at hand, shook his hand holding the cigarette, and half of the ash fell to the ground.

"Hiss..." Mo Jue's head hurt more. He raised his hand in front of his eyes and said, "can you stop learning from her? It's not like at all."

"Who to learn?" the woman smiled and approached. Her slender index finger gently pinched Mo Jue's finger in front of her face, took it down slowly, her red lips smiled and asked with a soft smile, "you lie. Since you're not like me at all, why don't you dare to look at me?"

Mo Jue shook off her hand and frowned slightly: "it's not because you look like her that you don't look at you, but because you simply feel dazzling."

Yes, dazzling.

At a glance, it reminded him of talilina in his memory.

It made his heart ache.

Mo Jue took a heavy breath. When he spoke again, his voice was completely cold: "no matter who you are and what games you want to play, I can accompany you to the end. Except one, don't face me again."

He said, did not look at her, turned and left.

By his cold words, the woman was not angry. She changed her standing position, leaned against the wall, looked at the back that she didn't miss, and the smile on the corner of her mouth had been changed into fun.

This man is so interesting.

Mingming wants to die with his sweetheart immediately. On the surface, he can be so rational

Deep love so far, and completely away from the outside, should we say he is amorous, or should we say he is cold?

Under the street lamp across the road, several men dressed in sloppy and oily clothes stood there, squinting their eyes and looking here, whispering something from time to time.

However, there is no need to get close at all. Just look at the obscene smile on their faces and the scruples in their eyes, you can know what garbage they can spit out in their mouth. Two of them secretly took out their mobile phones and took pictures behind the crowd.

Mo Jue glanced in his eyes. With only one eye, he knew what was in those people's minds.

He subconsciously frowned and hesitated slightly at the crisp pace under his feet

The countdown of the red light across the road gradually ended, and the pedestrians on both sides began to rush to the zebra crossing, rubbing Mo Jue's shoulders one by one.

The night wind suddenly blew, and the leaves whirled down at his feet, blowing the smoke between his fingers, like his hesitating thoughts.

He knew that the woman didn't move, and the men opposite still stopped there.

Mo Jue pursed his lips. When the red light was about to light again, he turned and walked to the place where he had just stood.

"Ah Jue..."

Looking at the person standing in front of her again, the woman called out these two words. Before the smile on the corner of her mouth could be recalled, a wide man's coat suddenly flew towards her, impartial and just covered her head.

Blocked her face and shoulders, blocked the sudden wind, and blocked those malicious eyes.

The world in front of her suddenly darkened, and the woman gave a slight meal. When she took off her coat again, there was no mo Jue in front of her.

The woman looked at the coat in her hand. The faint smell of tobacco began from the coat in her hand, gradually drifted around, and gradually caged her whole body.

A giggle slowly appeared at the corner of the frozen mouth. The waves in the woman's eyes flowed and murmured, "Mo Jue, Mo Jue, even if you know I'm false, you still can't be indifferent?"

"How much do you love her? I really want to see how you choose in this game tailored for you..."