At the mid mountain villa, Dr. Chen is helping Qin Mo with the wound in his neck.

"Little Lord, your wound is very deep."

Qin Mo has no expression, so he sits on the sofa, frowning. He is a little upset, but he can't say what he is bothered about.

Dr. Chen continued: "it's incredible that a little girl who has no strength to bind a chicken and has a high fever can actually hurt the little master like this."

Qin Mo's cold eyes swept over: "what do you want to say?"

Dr. Chen quickly said with a smile: "nothing, I don't want to say anything, I just want to let the little Lord pay attention to their own safety, the girl's glass one point, will hurt your carotid artery."

Qin Mo's tone was a little angry: "you should know that I don't like talkative people."

Dr. Chen's hand became more agile. He took care of his wound, pasted a piece of gauze loosely on it, and then packed up the medicine box beside him: "little Lord, I have to go up and see how song Ran is."

"You don't have to go. I'll just go."

He first went back to his room to change his clothes, threw the bloody white shirt into the dustbin, wiped the blood on his face, and turned to song Ran's room.

The sun was fine, the curtains were drawn, the room was a little dark, and she lay quietly on the bed.

He approached slowly, then sat down on the chair beside the bed, looked at the people in the bed, his face seemed not so red, he put his hand on her forehead, it was still hot, but not as hot as before.

The person under the big hand sighed gently, and seemed to feel comfortable. She said: "Jingxing Jingxing... "

It's her husband, the head of Gu Jingxing.

He wanted to take back his hand, but she caught him. She dragged his hand like a cat and held his hand in her arms. She seemed to rely on him. His voice was very weak: "Jingxing, don't go Don't leave... "

With her eyes closed, tears welled up to make him Stop the movement, so let her hold his hand, do not move.

The darkness and bloodshed of his hands made him forget half of them.

What flashed through his mind was that he seemed to know why she was still alive and why he didn't kill her.

From noon to 3 p.m., she had a deep sleep. During this period of time, the room was quiet, the whirling shadows moved slowly to the west, and the tree shadows were whirling and mottled. Such a quiet beauty should not belong to him.

The person on the bed gently moved, eyebrows slightly wrinkled, eyelids gently raised.

He doesn't want her to wake up. When she wakes up, she is in chaos, or when she is asleep, she is lovely, like a small animal

But she still woke up after all, he quickly took back his hand and pushed her away.

Quiet and beautiful in her eyes to see his moment, disappeared.

As if she was Alice in Wonderland, Qin Mo felt that the aftertaste was endless and longed for the short and long three hours of harmonious coexistence.

When song ran saw Qin Mo, her first reaction was panic, fear and fear. All these feelings were written in her eyes. Qin Mo didn't like the look in her eyes. He didn't like her to be afraid of him.

Song ran quickly gets up, Qin Mo frowns: "what do you want to do?"

Song ran looked at the needle eye on the back of his hand and looked at him defensively: "what have you done? What have you done to me? "

"What can I do to you?"

"Did you inject me with drugs?"