Chapter 315： If he dies, don't you ever want to speak again?

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"So Mosi ..."

Moxie looked down at her shocked and startled eyes, and couldn't help but closed her eyes because of the pain, drew gently, and spit out the words, "It's all right."

He put his hand around her waist and hugged her to protect her in the arms when the knife stabbed her.

The knife was inserted into his lower back.

Pain and blood loss cause a rapid loss of strength.

He lowered his head and held her, as if holding her.

I've known each other for a long time, but I have never thought of earnestly embracing.

"So Moses!"

The first sound was just murmur, then the second sound was screaming.

He still closed his eyes slowly, and fell down on her with strength.

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Hospital, always pale and strong disinfectant smell.

Chi Huan sat on the bench and lowered his head.

She hadn't changed any clothes stained with blood.

The blood on the hand had frozen cold, and the fingertips shuddered.

Mo Shiqian arrived sooner than Mrs. Mo.

All he saw was Chi Huan sitting in a daze on a bench, and the well-maintained long hair was also messy and messy, and drooped as she bent down, almost falling to the floor.

Tongmu shrank heavily, long legs don't want to step forward.

Mo Shiqian stopped in front of her, and just when she leaned down to talk, she raised her head first.

"I'm fine."

She seemed to have expected him, and the look on her face did not change in any way, and she repeated it again, "Mo Shiqian, I'm fine."

What happened was naturally clear on his way.

The man still bent down, and embraced her thin body into his arms.

Keep your arms tighter and tighter, not tighter.

Rao is that Chi Huan feels that his whole body nerves have become dull, and still feels that his bones are hurt by him.

She opened her mouth and wanted to talk, but in the end she said nothing.

Just hold for a while.

Even if it hurts.

Maybe the chance to embrace is running out.

Chi Huan sniffed the breath on his body, and the nerves that were about to break were so weak that he was so weak, and then tears burst out from his eyes.

Although she was almost silent, although this posture made them unable to see what the other person looked like.

But Mo Shiqian knew that she was crying.

But he didn't know why she was crying.

For the sake of Moses?

Xiao Yu had already told him that Mosi had blocked her for her, and she was not hurt.

He couldn't even ask her at this time why he was with Mosi.

Mo Shiqian raised her hand and stroked her hair. All her eyes were dark and harsh, but her voice was gentle. "I'll take you to change clothes and come back later."

"no need."

She raised her hand, resting her palm against his chest, preventing him from holding her. "I'll wait for him to wake up."

The man's larynx rolled up and down, but finally he endured, turning his head to An Ke, not far away, "Go get her clothes."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

An Ke turned quickly.

Mo Shiqian squatted down in front of her, and pulled out the wet wipes from the bag on her side.

Ripped open, took her hand, wiped her fingers one by one.

The red light in the emergency room was still on.

The man's eyes fell on her fingers, wiping the blood on her hand clean.

Chi Huan bowed his head and looked at his handsome and clear face.

The indifferent eyebrows were full of heavy depression like Yunyan.

The lines of the lower jaw were tight, and the heavy and unpleasant mood was revealed.

There was no communication during the process until the man ran out of a wet wipe and threw trash on the side next to the seat.

Finally, he looked up at the woman's face.

The four eyes are opposite.

"You tell me," he said in a tone that was almost unflattering. "You told me you wanted to go shopping alone, but you threw Anke away and met him secretly, why?"

Chi Huan didn't speak, she just looked down at him.

So speechless, finally set off a little bit of anger at the man.

It has been said that the Cold War is not as good as the Hot War.

Silence without a response is more hurtful than quarrel.

Mo Shiqian's voice became stubborn, one word at a time seemed to be forced out of his throat, "Chi Huan, you speak."

She looked at the intense emotion in the corners of his eyes and brows.

I felt that my mind and vision seemed calm and clear, and seemed to be blurry.

Chi Huan said quietly, "I don't want to talk now, let me wait until Mosi wakes up."

She saw the man's dark pupils crack and crack.

This was probably the first time that she felt successful and hurt him since she broke up and said she didn't know how many bad words.

No matter how she makes trouble, he treats her as unreasonable.

She said he broke up ten thousand times before breaking up.

Even if you occasionally provoke some anger, it is not as good as the usual quarrel with other lovers.

His heart is a copper wall and an iron wall. It can't be shaken, it's hard to hurt, it's hard to get in, and even harder to come out.

Can't hurt him, can't shake him off.

She often feels helpless and distressed, but she is actually more fortunate.

The women in this world said that the breakup might not be all to be detained, but at least nine times out of ten, they hoped that the other party would stay.

If he doesn't stay, she doesn't know how sad she will be.

Mo Shiqian looked at her, and the arc of her thin lips became cold.

His eyes narrowed and he uttered a word without temperature, "What if he died? Don't you ever want to speak again?"

Chi Huan's eyes widened a little, "What did you say?"

The man's voice seemed to be mixed with crushed ice, and the meal was slow. "I said, if he didn't save him and died, are you going to remember him in the future and never talk to me again?"

She took a deep breath and set her face aside.

Although she didn't have any immemorial feelings about Mosi, she couldn't accept the possibility that he would die ...

It's all because of her, if he dies ...

She was killed by her.

With a pain in the jaw, the man held her jaw and pulled it back the next second she moved her face to the emergency room.

His voice was gloomy that she had never heard, "Chi Huan, don't let me know what you can't see if you really carry me behind him, otherwise I won't let go of that knife he."

Her jaw hurts.

Chi Huan looked at his eyes and smiled softly, "He didn't even want his life to save me. Do you think I would forgive you if you do anything to him?"

Ah.

Ha ha.

Hehehe.

Mo Shiqian stared at her red lips, and repeated what she said in her mind.

[He didn't even want his life to save me. 】

[Do you think I will forgive you? 】

The force on the man's fingers became heavier, her name overflowing from the gap between her teeth, "Chi Huan."