Chapter 980

Mo Jue was stunned for a moment. His eyes gradually climbed up one layer after another of intolerance and guilt. He wrung his eyebrows, sighed slightly, and finally walked gently towards the living room.

The sun shines in from the French window, and beams of golden light leaping with floating dust sprinkle on the green plants in the corner of the living room, on the clean tea table and the beige carpet in front of the sofa, as well as on Mo Jue's hand.

Mo Jue stooped down, lifted Qiaoqiao's shoulders and knees with both hands, stopped and picked her up, ready to take her back to the bedroom to sleep.

Just as he moved, Qiaoqiao woke up.

"Brother Mo?" Qiao Qiao rubbed his eyes, vaguely saw that it was him, and muttered softly, "you're back."

"Yes." Mo Jue nodded, agreed in a deep voice, and still took her upstairs.

Qiao Qiao, who was stunned, felt his movement and Mo Jue's temperature. He immediately reacted that he was being held in his arms. He was busy struggling to reach out and push Mo Jue. He even said, "brother Mo doesn't need it. I can go by myself."

Before her voice fell, Mo Jue tightened his arm to fix her moving body, and looked at her with his eyes: "it doesn't matter, you go on to sleep, it's still early."

The low voice seemed to be softer than usual. Qiao Qiao was stunned. He was obedient and quiet. He just stared at Mo Jue tightly with a pair of black and white eyes. His eyes traced his tight lips and swept his dark eyes and slightly frowned eyebrows.

She felt a seed named greed sprouting and growing madly in her heart, blocking her reason, and made her refuse to think about what the light on the bottom of Mo Jue's eyes was. She just wanted to constantly beg the gods, hoping that the road could be longer, so that she could stay in Mo Jue's arms for a few more seconds.

Because now, it's the time when she's closest to Mo Jue.

I don't know if it's an illusion. Qiaoqiao really feels that the road has become longer, which is several seconds longer than her silent counting time.

When he got to the room, Mo Jue bent down and put Qiaoqiao on the bed with a light hand. He was about to turn around and leave. A hand behind him suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Qiao Qiao pulled him with one hand, looked at his firm side face, bit his lips and asked in a low voice, "brother Mo, are you still angry with me?"

She asked, but she didn't have the courage to listen to the answer. Her fingers pinched on Mo Jue's sleeve trembled involuntarily.

Mo Jue paused, turned around and looked at her, shook his head at her, gently put his big palm on her head, rubbed and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you yesterday, I'm not angry, just..."

"I understand." before he finished, Qiao Qiao immediately interrupted him, nodded his head and said, "brother Mo, I understand."

She was relieved to hear that he was not angry.

Qiao Qiao grinned, raised her usual smile and whispered, "brother Mo is worried about Qiao Qiao. Qiao Qiao knows it."

Looking at the smile on her face, Mo Jue's eyes flashed, and a bitter smile overflowed from the corners of her mouth: "silly girl, what do you know?"

Qiao Qiao blinked. Shuiliangliang's eyes looked at him directly, and Mo Jue's tall figure was clearly reflected inside.

Mo Jue didn't mean to say much. He stroked the top of her hair and whispered, "go to sleep again."

"What about you, brother Mo?" he didn't return all night. Qiao Qiao knew that he must have had a good rest.

"I'll go to Jiwei and have something to do," he said.

"Oh." Qiao Qiao nodded and watched his back go farther and farther in the dawn.

She knew that even if she had been so close to this man just now, she had never entered his heart.

"Brother Mo, in fact, I know a lot." Qiaoqiao muttered to herself with her knees in front of the empty door, "you always think I don't understand anything, but no one knows better than me how deep your feelings for your sister are."

Qiao Qiao closed her eyes. All that appeared in front of her was the shimmer at the bottom of her eyes when Mo Jue just held her. How could she not understand? It was his guilt for her.

Qiaoqiao reached out to pick up the tiny floating dust particles in the air and watched them jump around on her palm. The sun also shuttled through her fingertips.

"Brother Mo, you know nothing..."

"You don't need to feel guilty about me. All this is my own choice."

In the room full of sunshine, the low sigh soon melted into the bright light.

Your arsenic, your honey.

She loves Mo Jue and has always enjoyed it without complaint or regret.

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Ning Jiwei's house.

As soon as Mo Jue got to the gate of the hospital, he heard another man's footsteps behind him.

He turned to see that it was Dou Ge who had just returned from the outside. Obviously, he had been running around all night.

"What are you doing this evening?" Mo Jue stopped and looked at him up and down. He asked with an eyebrow while waiting for Dou Ge to approach.

Dou Ge waved his hand and didn't answer. He just said in a deep voice, "you came back just in time. There's something new."

Mo Jue suddenly changed his look, stopped talking, and walked side by side with him to the villa.

In the living room, Gu Chenyi, who arrived first, was leaning askew against the sofa, yawning one after another.

Not to mention the sofa at this time, just give him a pillow. He can sleep directly on the carpet. But things are in front of him. His appointment with Duke Zhou seems to be postponed.

Moran brought a cup of strong tea from the kitchen, put it in front of him and said with a smile, "master Gu, this is the strongest strong tea you want."

Gu Chenyi kept pressing his temples and eyebrows with his fingers. When he heard the speech, he took it and poured himself a big mouthful.

It's as if there's some top food in front of me. I can't wait.

Moran looked at him frowning and drinking tea. He couldn't help laughing and said, "the thicker the tea of this brand, the more bitter it will be. Since you are so sleepy, go back and make up for it. What do you have to cook here? You have to force yourself to drink cup by cup."

Gu Chenyi waved his hand, raised his eyes and saw Mo Jue and Dou Ge who were walking to the porch. He pointed to two people: "aunt LAN, you have to have two more cups."

Moran also saw the two people at the door. Their faces were almost the same at the moment. She didn't know how long they had been up last night. She shook her head reluctantly, turned and went into the kitchen and then made tea.

Mo Jue and Dou Ge sat down on the sofa. They didn't speak for a moment. They closed their eyes and rested while waiting for Ning Jiwei to come down.

Without waiting a few minutes, Ning Jiwei came down from upstairs.

When Moran heard the sound, he consciously added another cup and poured in the freshly brewed tea. Mo Jue and they all boiled like this. He wanted to know that Ning Jiwei's work and rest were not normal recently.

She brought three new cups of tea to the living room, put them in front of several people one by one, looked at the ugly faces of the people, and sighed: "everyone thinks you are already a master. Unexpectedly, you are busier than others who work every day."

Gu Chenyi took the cup and immediately shook his head when he heard the speech: "no, aunt LAN, although we have tossed some, the reward we enjoy is high enough. We can know the ups and downs of them. If we tell others this, they may think you are Versailles."