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Seeing her expression, the servant girl was also truly worried. "Miss Zhao can't joke about my body, I'll be worried."

Zhao Xi lowered her head even more.

But what could she do for Mo Ziran?

"Miss Zhao, listen to me. The pain is no longer as intense as it was the last few times. You can slowly relax.

The doctor gently caressed Zhao Xi's back to calm her emotions.

Zhao Xi gritted her teeth to not let herself cry out, even with her eyes closed, tears still flowed out non-stop, forcing herself to wait for the pain to pass.

His body was suddenly embraced into a warm embrace, a familiar aura enveloped her, causing Zhao Xi to let himself relax and lie down on his body.

Mo Ziran knelt on one knee and hugged Zhao Xi in her embrace, his handsome face stuck closely to hers. His two large hands held Zhao Xi's hands together as they wrapped around each other, and her pair of pitch black eyes were as deep as the abyss.

"Zhao Xi, do you miss me?"

His tone was light and relaxed, and the afternoon light shone onto their bodies. Zhao Xi seemed to have seen the relaxed flowing clouds at the edge of the sky.

Her voice was shaky, but her mind was clear, unlike the first few days when he had barely been able to control her.

"You really don't miss me?" Mo Ziran asked again beside her ear, his voice low and alluring.

Zhao Xi snorted: "I don't want to."

Mo Ziran began to laugh softly, his chest trembling slightly as he leaned against his body, his heart also slowly calming down.

The curtains were slightly raised by the wind and the sky in Paris was blue. Occasionally, a few leaves would fall and Mo Ziran would half-kneel on the ground to hug Zhao Xi, while the two quietly chatted with each other. Behind them stood a row of doctors and maids.

"Whooosh."

Mo Ziran smashed the report away, his expression cold and his words fierce: "Mental problems, what do you mean?!"

The report was smashed at the doctor's feet. After flipping through a few pages, the doctor lowered his head and submissively said, "Miss Zhao's heart has accumulated too much pressure. Her mental state these few days has been even worse, she will become overly reliant on Mr. Mo."

Aside from a smile when facing Mr. Mo, as long as Mr. Mo was not around, she would just sit there in a daze, not caring about anyone else.

"How should I treat him?!" Mo Ziran's face was gloomy and stern, his eyes blazing with anger.

"It's very likely that Miss Zhao is suffering from excessive mental pressure, and suffered continuous blows and shocks, so she can only use psychological treatment to slowly comfort her. This isn't a serious mental illness, it's just an excessive suppression caused under certain circumstances, Mr. Mo doesn't need to be too worried …"

A large majority of the women who were forced to take drugs could not bear the pressure, so most of them would temporarily shut themselves up due to their inferiority complex. But if that was the case, how could he dare to tell Mo Ziran clearly that Mo Ziran would get angry whenever they talked about drugs …

"Nonsense!" I'm not worried about my woman?! Go find an authoritative psychiatrist for me and have Sun Gu bring him in secretly! " Mo Ziran raised the cup by his hand to drink water, but just as he was about to raise it to his mouth, his eyes turned cold and he ruthlessly smashed the cup onto the ground.

He, Mo Ziran, had never been so useless before!

F * ck!

He had his hands and feet tied up tight in front of Mo Bai, and now he couldn't even protect his own woman!

It was late at night, and the stars were shining outside the window. Under the dark sky, there were still faint clouds.

Zhao Xi suddenly opened her eyes.

The naked bodyguard in the dark junkyard crawled toward her, grinning.

There was another layer of fine sweat on his forehead and Zhao Xi's eyes were filled with fear.

Why did he suddenly dream of this?

She would not even think about it when she was alone, but without warning, that scene appeared in her dreams. Even now, Zhao Xi could still clearly hear his heartbeat, as if it was going to jump out of his throat.

He subconsciously looked towards the empty spot beside him.

Mo Ziran was not present.

Zhao Xi's mind was suddenly blank, she sat up and stared outside the window.

She was drugged, she was drugged.

In the junkyard, she was almost raped.

Mo Ziran didn't mention anything about what had happened that night. He had rescued her, brought her back to Europe, and accompanied her by her side to cure her poison. From start to finish, he only gently told her that she was just too tired.

Her eyes were dry and dry. Zhao Xi could feel the pain in her chest, but she couldn't shed a single tear. She sat on the bed without blinking, maintaining a posture and looking out the window.

They parted for half a year, but Mo Ziran didn't say anything about what happened in this half a year. The two of them returned to each other's side after being blank for half a year, as if nothing had changed.

But did nothing really change?

She became more and more unable to understand the expression in Mo Ziran's eyes. He was clearly so close to her, yet Zhao Xi felt like he couldn't grab hold of him.

Ireland.

had thought that it was their future in that beautiful country, but in just a few short days, the future she had been waiting for was a gunfight.

Zhao Xi suddenly held onto her chest as she panted heavily, as if she had been about to suffocate just a moment ago. Her left hand held onto her blanket tightly as the deep blue ring shone with a dim light in the dark night.

The sky had turned white, and the sun was peeking out from the balcony into the room.

The maid pushed open the door and saw Zhao Xi sitting blankly on the bed. She jumped in shock and immediately ran over and asked worriedly: "Miss Zhao, what's wrong?"

Zhao Xi turned and looked at her, then slightly shook her head and leaned against the side of the bed.

The servant bit her lower lip, wanting to call for a doctor, but the moment her foot activated the TV, a voice rang out. She was stunned, looking at the TV and then looking at Zhao Xi.

"Miss Zhao?"

The maid tried calling her again, but there was no response. She didn't dare to leave, so she just quietly stood aside with her head lowered, waiting. She took out her cell phone and sent a message to the psychiatrist who just came into the villa.

A European doctor walked in quickly. The assistant carried a large wooden box for him.

"Miss Zhao, this is Bill." He smiled and greeted Zhao Xi.

Zhao Xi raised his eyes and greeted him.

Bill stood where he was and observed Zhao Xi's expression. He instructed the assistant to open the chest and took out a small model. "Miss Zhao …"

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that Zhao Xi's face changed.

Shock and disbelief filled his previously calm face.

Subconsciously, he turned his head to look at the contents of the TV screen, and his expression also changed the same in the next second.

The TV screen was large and hung on the wall directly opposite the bed. It took up almost a whole side of the wall.

Because of this, the picture of Mo Ziran was enlarged by several times. His handsome face, handsome nose, deep eyes, and sexy lips were all parts of him that Zhao Xi was very familiar with.

At the same time, he was looking at An Ziqi who was wearing a white wedding dress with a serious expression on her face.

The wedding dress was layered with gems and extremely luxurious. The design of the bow at her waist satisfied the fantasies of all the girls.

This was the style that An Ziqi liked.

She had seen An Ziqi's design before, it was filled with princess dreams.

Had Mo Ziran actually considered this point?

Bill promptly looked at the servant girl, who immediately reacted and was about to unplug the power supply, but was stopped by Zhao Xi who remained silent for a long while: "Don't move!"

She sat up straight, her face tense, clutching the remote, the pain in her eyes terrifying.

"The Mo family's second young master, Mo Ziran, personally accompanied his fiancee to try on a wedding dress." Mo Ziran personally accompanied his fiancée to try on a wedding dress;

Drops of water appeared on the pure-white blanket, Zhao Xi stared at the television with blurry eyes, the reports almost described Mo Ziran and An Ziqi with all the beautiful words in the world.

One of them was extremely handsome, while the other was noble and generous. Just by standing together, they were extremely well-matched.

She obediently waited for Mo Ziran in the villa. She thought that Mo Ziran had something important to do and that the Mo Corporation was very busy.

She did not want to create any trouble for Mo Ziran, so when Mo Ziran asked her to wait here, she obediently waited.

But why did she have to wait so long for the news of Mo Ziran and An Ziqi testing out their wedding gowns?

So that was what he was busy with.

Then why did he bring her to Europe?!

The pain in her heart made her unable to straighten her back. Zhao Xi lay on her blanket and sobbed softly, the dark sapphire ring on her hand especially dazzling. Mo Ziran had said that this was the wedding ring of the Mo family, and she thought that she was unique.

But as it turned out, there was nothing different about having a custom-made ring without a wedding ring.

"Miss Zhao!"

"Miss Zhao, listen to me. You can't get excited now, your heart has been injured before, and if you keep on being tense, it will cause damage to your heart and nerves."

"Go away!" Zhao Xi sobbed softly. She could barely hear the vague sound of her tears, but her voice was extremely mournful.

"Miss Zhao! I'll help you get some tranquilizer. You don't need to think about anything right now. You just need to calm down. " Hearing Bill's words, the assistant immediately took out the syringe for him. However, the moment Zhao Xi saw the syringe, he waved her hand crazily to sweep away the medicine plate.

"Go away!"

Zhao Xi got off the bed and pushed away the servant who was about to support her. She ran out without wearing any shoes and held her back: "Miss Zhao, calm down!"

The servant ran out of the room to get help, while calling Mo Ziran.

It was all a joke!

Mo Ziran said that he was forced to do so. He did not want his fiancee, but why was he able to bring the wedding ring on An Ziqi's behalf with a smile now?

An Ziqi had once been Mo Ziran's woman, they had once sat on the sofa like a storm.

The scene that Zhao Xi wanted to forget but was unable to do so flooded into her mind once again. His head suddenly hurt so much that it felt like it was about to explode: "I want to go home!"

She struggled to get away from Bill, but when she spoke, she was stunned. How could she still have a home? Right now, even her previous villa was Mo Ziran's place, where would she find a home?