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Mo Ziran's facial features were deep and perfect, his face was handsome, his delicate neck lines were stretched downwards, covered by the shirt that fit his perfectly, and his noble aura made people not dare to look straight at his.

"Where's Zhao Xi?!"

Mo Ziran's expression darkened even further. A hint of displeasure flashed across Fang Han's face when he saw the scene before him, but it was quickly overshadowed by his worry that Zhao Xi was not with Mo Ziran!

An Ziqi met Mo Ziran's gaze, and just as he was about to walk over with a smile, he stopped in his tracks the next second.

Her smile froze on her face, and her eyes showed pain.

"Did you do it?" Fang Han lost his patience and stared at An Ziqi, his face turning cold.

An Ziqi's back was still straight: "If you want to know, why not make a deal with me?"

"It's really you?" Fang Han glared at her and said in an unfriendly tone, "You said you wouldn't hurt her! You don't even keep your promise? "

As long as you can find Zhao Xi before the stain appears on your face, she will definitely treat you differently. The girls will unknowingly fall in love with the man who saved them at the moment of life and death. An Ziqi's gaze was still fixated on the direction that Mo Ziran had left in, filled with yearning and deep affection.

"A life or death situation? What did you do to Zhao Xi? " Fang Han asked anxiously.

"Do you agree?" An Ziqi asked again.

Fang Han stared at the side of her face and said without hesitation, "Alright! Where is Zhao Xi? "

"You really do like Zhao Xi," An Ziqi mischievously blinked, as if the one who had proposed the deal earlier was not her. "You don't have to worry, once you get Zhao Xi, I can also marry Zi Ran, isn't that good?"

"You don't need to tell me this, I just want to save Zhao Xi …"

"Really? Then why did you agree to let me enter the Fang Group? " An Ziqi interrupted Fang Han as she smiled, "You clearly know that I'm Zi Xiao's fiancee, but you still agree to let me get close to Zhao Xi. Are you really not selfish at all?"

Fang Han looked at her smile and his adam's apple moved slightly, but he was unable to refute her.

In the hallway, Sun Gu quickly ran over to Mo Ziran and handed over the things in his hands to him: "CEO, this is Miss Zhao's bag and bracelet."

Mo Ziran received the bracelet. The gem still glowed with a red light and his eyes were cold with killing intent. His hands were trembling slightly: "Two minutes! I want to know where Zhao Xi is in two minutes! "

"Yes."

"Wait a minute!" Mo Ziran called out to Sun Gu who was about to leave, "Go and check the basement and the warehouse!"

Sun Gu immediately understood what Mo Ziran meant, and assigned people to check the basement first.

The door was sealed by Mo Ziran's men and no one was able to leave. All of the security in the clubhouse anxiously brought out the recording and searching room one by one.

The people of Fang Group were all sent out to look for the whereabouts of Zhao Xi, leaving only Fang Han and An Ziqi in the hall.

"How is it? Have you considered it? " An Ziqi smiled happily, as if she was not affected by the outside world.

"You can do whatever you want, but what about Zhao Xi?" The hand in her pocket clenched into a fist. Fang Han's eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips curled into a line.

An Ziqi was satisfied: "It's good to have it like this earlier. Zhao Xi is in the warehouse, you go down to look. Remember, it's the youngest one."

Fang Han ran down the stairs to the basement, called the report, and told them to get the key from the guardroom.

But when Fang Han reached to the bottom of the stairs, he could not help but frown. All of them were Mo Ziran's men.

He turned around and saw Mo Ziran standing in the middle of the group of bodyguards. He was only wearing a white shirt and a crooked tie.

Fang Han had never seen this man so nervous before.

"President, the temperature here has been set to -20 degrees Celsius." After Sun Gu checked all the warehouses, he found a small room at the end and quickly said loudly to Mo Ziran.

Mo Ziran's face turned white, he walked over with large steps and kicked the door open.

How could the doors of the warehouse be kicked open? Fang Han took the keys from the bodyguard and was about to go over, when he heard Mo Ziran's angry shout: "Gun!"

He was shocked to see that Sun Gu and his men had immediately pulled out their guns and pointed it at the lock of the warehouse, and after a few shots, Mo Ziran kicked open the door and rushed in.

Mo Ziran looked at the pale Zhao Xi lying on the ground, and her body shivered. He almost ran to Zhao Xi's side and hugged her.

Mo Ziran carried Zhao Xi and ran. Sun Gu and the others followed: "CEO, the ambulance is already outside."

He was holding the key tightly in his hand. He was always a step too slow, and over and over again, Fang Han's knuckles turned green and white due to the immense force. There was no next time.

On the way to the hospital, Mo Ziran held onto Zhao Xi tightly and did not let go. His face was practically as pale as Zhao Xi's.

Mo Ziran hugged Zhao Xi in her embrace, wanting to use her own warmth to warm her up. However, his entire body was covered in cold sweat, and her fingertips were equally cold.

"Zhao Xi! Open your eyes! Open your eyes and look at me! " Mo Ziran called out to her again and again in Zhao Xi's ear with a trembling voice. His voice no longer contained any arrogance or arrogance, it was humble to the point of almost begging.

Mo Ziran lowered his head and kissed Zhao Xi, heat slowly spreading from between their lips, "Zhao Xi! Listen! Open your eyes before I lose all patience, or else I really will not let you go! "

Sun Gu and a group of doctors sat on the side, looking at the red-eyed man in front of them with astonishment. How was this their CEO?

Zhao Xi only felt that she had had a very, very long dream and her consciousness seemed to have always been floating in the clouds. Amidst the extreme coldness, she felt the most familiar warmth.

Before all the sensations had left her, she heard a maddening, hoarse roar: "If anything were to happen to her! All of you, accompany me in death! "

"Brother Ziran …"

Zhao Xi struggled to call him, wanting to ask why his voice was so desperate, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

Every single word that Mo Ziran said beside her ear now resounded in her mind again and again. Zhao Xi extended her hand in an attempt to grab hold of him, but she was unable to bring up any strength in her hands.

In front of Zhao Xi's eyes was darkness. She fumbled about in the darkness until suddenly, her empty hand finally felt the warmth of a bundle. Zhao Xi called out Mo Ziran's name once again in pleasant surprise.

"I'm here."

A familiar voice, carrying a hint of hoarseness, clearly resounded beside Zhao Xi's ears. She struggled to firmly grab hold of him, and a touch of light gradually cut through the darkness.

Zhao Xi moved her finger and held back: "Brother Ziran …"

Her response was a long kiss, the kiss was burning with care. Although it was a familiar scent, this kind of nervousness didn't seem like that tyrannical man's.

Zhao Xi tried her best to open her eyes in order to see him clearly, but her eyes were covered by a big hand: "Don't look at me."

"Why?" Zhao Xi's own voice was so mute that it was almost impossible to hear, causing her eyelashes to tremble. It left a faint numbing sensation on Mo Ziran's hand.

Mo Ziran's lips still remained pressed against Zhao Xi's: "I'm very ugly right now."

Zhao Xi smiled. She seemed to have never heard Mo Ziran say that she was ugly. "Then I'm even more interested to see it."

The hand that was covering her eyes moved away and her vision became bright all of a sudden. Zhao Xi was actually a little not used to it, she blinked his eyes, and a few seconds later, the scenery in front of him started to slowly clear up.

Mo Ziran sat on the side of the bed and looked at her. His hair was in a mess, and the tie on his shirt was already lying somewhere, as he unbuttoned it halfway, revealing his tight chest. His handsome face had a terrible look on it, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Brother Ziran, you really don't look as good now." Zhao Xi said honestly.

"…"

This woman wanted to anger him the moment she opened her eyes?

Seeing her still pale face, Mo Ziran wanted to get angry but his heart ached. He simply kissed her again, this kiss did not have the worry and fear from before, but instead had Mo Ziran's usual domineering and forceful attitude. Only when Zhao Xi was almost out of breath did she let go of her kiss.

"You're an idiot?!"

Zhao Xi could not help but frown as she looked at Mo Ziran with an aggrieved expression.

"I just left for a while and you're going to be stunned and locked up in the warehouse?!" Mo Ziran was both angry and distressed at the same time. He stood up from the bed and walked around the ward twice, then kicked the chair beside the bed.

Zhao Xi was also wronged, was she willing to do this?

What about the gentle comfort? What about your boyfriend's heartache?

"Why aren't you speaking?" Mo Ziran was even more infuriated.

Zhao Xi simply closed her eyes and thought that the Mo Ziran in her dreams was more gentle.

A warm feeling came from the side of his face as Zhao Xi opened his eyes doubtfully. He was standing by the side of the sickbed, bent down to look at her, with a cup of fruit juice in his hands, and leaned against her face.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xi was so depressed that she was unwilling to care about him.

Mo Ziran smiled, and the gloomy look on his face dissipated, "I will feed you juice."

Zhao Xi looked up at him, that was more like it.

She was waiting for Mo Ziran to help her up, but Mo Ziran didn't have the intention to help her at all. He just sat down on the side of the bed and asked curiously: "Why are you feeding me?"

"I'm using a spoon. You're still in the IV, so you'd better not touch it." Just as Mo Ziran finished speaking, the guard that was waiting immediately passed them.

Mo Ziran chuckled at her expression: "Open your mouth."

"I'm not a child!" Zhao Xi looked at him in dissatisfaction, and then obediently opened her mouth.

Mo Ziran brought the spoon in front of her, and in the next second, a wave of warmth spread across Zhao Xi's lips. The warm juice cup was in her mouth, and the sweet taste of the orange juice, along with Mo Ziran's constantly churning tongue, flowed down her taste buds.

"Is it good?" Mo Ziran chuckled as he looked at Zhao Xi's forehead.

"…" Where's the agreed spoon?!

Without waiting for Zhao Xi to complain, Mo Ziran took a sip of the fruit juice and covered his up again: "If you dare to scare me again, I'll strangle you!"