Chapter 161
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"What to do? If she wants to die, let her die!"
Ji Jing'an sneered, walked with long legs like the wind, turned along the spacious corridor and walked to the emergency room.
"Jing'an, don't be impulsive. A woman like her is worth dying."
Seeing that his face was cruel and wrong, Gu Sijia seemed to immediately kill Mo Yurou, who loved and humiliated himself, and hurried to follow him.
When the maid saw two handsome men coming with aggressive momentum, she was so frightened that she hurried into the emergency room. Just about to report the news to Mo Yurou lying on the hospital bed, the door had been kicked to pieces and made a squeaking sound.
Jijing'an turned his head and looked at Gu Sijia behind him. He asked coldly, "where is the blood transfusion tool?"
"Right at the head of her bed." Gu Sijia looked at his ferocious eyes and was quite worried, "do you want to give her blood transfusion in person? Or don't. as a doctor, I can tell you responsibly that if you make a mistake, she will die in front of you."
"Then let her die."
Ji Jing'an has walked to the bedside murderously and coldly. He reaches out to grasp the needle tube with cold silver light. His eyes are cold and quickly insert it into Mo Yurou's bare white and tender wrist
"Jing'an, don't..."
Mo Yurou screamed in fright. With the graceful posture he had prepared, at the moment when the murderous man was about to start, his facial features were panicked and wrinkled into a ball, his arms were retracted into the quilt at the last second, and his whole body was shivering. He was no longer elegant and beautiful.
The needle tube was pierced and deeply nailed to the corner of the white quilt. All the long needles at the front half of the quilt didn't go in. It can be seen that when the man started, he was merciless and used great strength
Staring at the upper half of the swaying syringe, Mo Yurou's face was as white as ever.
If the long sharp needle had really stabbed into any part of her body just now, it was estimated that she would be half disabled if she didn't die.
Ji Jing'an was cruel to her and really had no pity for her.
Remembering that he had been put in the palm of his hand by this handsome and perfect man for more than ten years when he was young, now all this supreme love was taken back by him and added to the notorious yeyufan. Mo Yurou bit the lower lip hard. Deep in the bottom of her eyes, she was unable to suppress her unwillingness and jealousy.
She tried all means just to find the man who spoiled her like beads and treasure. Is it wrong?
Seeing Mo Yurou's face as white as snow, the maid quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Ji, when you didn't come, the young lady kept talking about you..."
Ji Jing'an didn't even look at the servant. She spit out the word "roll" coldly. The maid trembled and didn't dare to offend him. She bowed her head and walked out of the room.
"Jing'an, take a deep breath. Don't be impulsive. It's not worth it." Aware that jijing'an's breath was getting colder and colder, Gu Sijia opened his mouth with concern.
"You go out, too."
Gu Sijia had no time to appreciate Mo Yurou's miserable appearance, so he was kicked out of the door by the murderous man.
When there was a loud bang, Mo Yurou was almost scared to death.
She tried to commit suicide and shouted that she had to see Ji Jing'an before giving blood transfusion. These things would certainly annoy him. He would be angry. She had already made psychological preparations for this.
But he still didn't estimate that he would be so angry.
Touching the man's fierce sight, Mo Yurou remembered his deep love for her many years ago, and her heart suddenly hurt and her face was sad, "Jing'an, don't be angry, OK? I know I've gone a little too far, but... I'll do it because I still love you deeply! As long as I think of you sleeping with yeyufan every night, I feel very sad and sad. It's more painful than death!"
Finally, I can see this handsome man who has been stationed in the depths of her heart since she was a girl again. Mo Yurou lies on the hospital bed, tries to raise her head, and looks at every inch of his eyebrows and eyes greedily with hazy tears.
"You don't deserve to talk about love." The man of Zhilan Yushu sneered.
"Jing'an... Between the two of us, you owe me and I owe you. Can't you forget your sadness and start over?" Mo Yurou looked sadly at the man standing by the bed whose facial features were familiar but as cold as ice. He gently blinked his long eyelashes, and the crystal tears hung on it. The delicate appearance of pear flowers with rain provoked countless men's infinite love.
But Ji Jingan obviously doesn't belong to one of countless men.
He suddenly leaned down, clenched Mo Yurou's injured left wrist with a powerful big palm, especially the one with the deepest knife injury, calmly looked and said to Su Sha, "it's not difficult to start over, unless you can bring my dead more than 100 brothers back to life."
People die, how can they be reborn?
It was clear that she was deliberately embarrassing him.
"Jing An..."
Mo Yurou called his name sadly. A sharp stabbing pain came from her wrist, attacking every inch of her sensory nerves. The pain made her shiver.
At the moment when she thought she had to die in jijing'an's hands tonight, she squeezed out an elegant smile at him, coughing fiercely and laughing at her memories, "Jing'an, do you remember that when I first learned riding, my horse suddenly went crazy and ran to the top of the mountain and threw me down. My head hit a big stone and broke on the spot. I lost a lot of blood and almost left you because of excessive blood loss... It's you. You rushed back to Tongcheng from city B and insisted on giving me blood transfusion. Cough Cough... Coincidentally, we are all type ab. if the doctor didn't stop that time, you might lose all your blood to me! Now, most of your blood has been flowing in my body... "
Speaking of this, Mo Yurou slowly closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, "you gave me my life. If you want to take it away, do it. I'm very happy and happy to die in your hands."
She was gambling, but if he still had a little pity for her, he couldn't kill her.
As long as life is still there, everything is possible.
"Your life, I shouldn't do it."
Ji Jing'an sneered coldly, released her wrist in disgust, took out a clean black handkerchief from her pocket, carefully wiped every finger that had just touched her, and her sharp eyes flew past the concave convex curve of the delicate woman on the hospital bed.
Mo Yurou, wearing a set of white waist closing perspective pajamas, moved his body towards him. Intentionally or unintentionally, the part of the small V neckline fell in his sight. He could vaguely see that most of it was full wrapped by black underwear
It's big enough, but it's not as strong as yeyufan. It's probably old. There are some signs of sagging by visual inspection.
Jijing'an's eyes were expressionless and looked away. His eyes were slightly restrained. He was distracted to the silly woman.
Seeing his silence, Mo Yurou bit her lips and said nothing.
In the dreary ward, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
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"What to do? If she wants to die, let her die!"
Ji Jing'an sneered, walked with long legs like the wind, turned along the spacious corridor and walked to the emergency room.
"Jing'an, don't be impulsive. A woman like her is worth dying."
Seeing that his face was cruel and wrong, Gu Sijia seemed to immediately kill Mo Yurou, who loved and humiliated himself, and hurried to follow him.
When the maid saw two handsome men coming with aggressive momentum, she was so frightened that she hurried into the emergency room. Just about to report the news to Mo Yurou lying on the hospital bed, the door had been kicked to pieces and made a squeaking sound.
Jijing'an turned his head and looked at Gu Sijia behind him. He asked coldly, "where is the blood transfusion tool?"
"Right at the head of her bed." Gu Sijia looked at his ferocious eyes and was quite worried, "do you want to give her blood transfusion in person? Or don't. as a doctor, I can tell you responsibly that if you make a mistake, she will die in front of you."
"Then let her die."
Ji Jing'an has walked to the bedside murderously and coldly. He reaches out to grasp the needle tube with cold silver light. His eyes are cold and quickly insert it into Mo Yurou's bare white and tender wrist
"Jing'an, don't..."
Mo Yurou screamed in fright. With the graceful posture he had prepared, at the moment when the murderous man was about to start, his facial features were panicked and wrinkled into a ball, his arms were retracted into the quilt at the last second, and his whole body was shivering. He was no longer elegant and beautiful.
The needle tube was pierced and deeply nailed to the corner of the white quilt. All the long needles at the front half of the quilt didn't go in. It can be seen that when the man started, he was merciless and used great strength
Staring at the upper half of the swaying syringe, Mo Yurou's face was as white as ever.
If the long sharp needle had really stabbed into any part of her body just now, it was estimated that she would be half disabled if she didn't die.
Ji Jing'an was cruel to her and really had no pity for her.
Remembering that he had been put in the palm of his hand by this handsome and perfect man for more than ten years when he was young, now all this supreme love was taken back by him and added to the notorious yeyufan. Mo Yurou bit the lower lip hard. Deep in the bottom of her eyes, she was unable to suppress her unwillingness and jealousy.
She tried all means just to find the man who spoiled her like beads and treasure. Is it wrong?
Seeing Mo Yurou's face as white as snow, the maid quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Ji, when you didn't come, the young lady kept talking about you..."
Ji Jing'an didn't even look at the servant. She spit out the word "roll" coldly. The maid trembled and didn't dare to offend him. She bowed her head and walked out of the room.
"Jing'an, take a deep breath. Don't be impulsive. It's not worth it." Aware that jijing'an's breath was getting colder and colder, Gu Sijia opened his mouth with concern.
"You go out, too."
Gu Sijia had no time to appreciate Mo Yurou's miserable appearance, so he was kicked out of the door by the murderous man.
When there was a loud bang, Mo Yurou was almost scared to death.
She tried to commit suicide and shouted that she had to see Ji Jing'an before giving blood transfusion. These things would certainly annoy him. He would be angry. She had already made psychological preparations for this.
But he still didn't estimate that he would be so angry.
Touching the man's fierce sight, Mo Yurou remembered his deep love for her many years ago, and her heart suddenly hurt and her face was sad, "Jing'an, don't be angry, OK? I know I've gone a little too far, but... I'll do it because I still love you deeply! As long as I think of you sleeping with yeyufan every night, I feel very sad and sad. It's more painful than death!"
Finally, I can see this handsome man who has been stationed in the depths of her heart since she was a girl again. Mo Yurou lies on the hospital bed, tries to raise her head, and looks at every inch of his eyebrows and eyes greedily with hazy tears.
"You don't deserve to talk about love." The man of Zhilan Yushu sneered.
"Jing'an... Between the two of us, you owe me and I owe you. Can't you forget your sadness and start over?" Mo Yurou looked sadly at the man standing by the bed whose facial features were familiar but as cold as ice. He gently blinked his long eyelashes, and the crystal tears hung on it. The delicate appearance of pear flowers with rain provoked countless men's infinite love.
But Ji Jingan obviously doesn't belong to one of countless men.
He suddenly leaned down, clenched Mo Yurou's injured left wrist with a powerful big palm, especially the one with the deepest knife injury, calmly looked and said to Su Sha, "it's not difficult to start over, unless you can bring my dead more than 100 brothers back to life."
People die, how can they be reborn?
It was clear that she was deliberately embarrassing him.
"Jing An..."
Mo Yurou called his name sadly. A sharp stabbing pain came from her wrist, attacking every inch of her sensory nerves. The pain made her shiver.
At the moment when she thought she had to die in jijing'an's hands tonight, she squeezed out an elegant smile at him, coughing fiercely and laughing at her memories, "Jing'an, do you remember that when I first learned riding, my horse suddenly went crazy and ran to the top of the mountain and threw me down. My head hit a big stone and broke on the spot. I lost a lot of blood and almost left you because of excessive blood loss... It's you. You rushed back to Tongcheng from city B and insisted on giving me blood transfusion. Cough Cough... Coincidentally, we are all type ab. if the doctor didn't stop that time, you might lose all your blood to me! Now, most of your blood has been flowing in my body... "
Speaking of this, Mo Yurou slowly closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, "you gave me my life. If you want to take it away, do it. I'm very happy and happy to die in your hands."
She was gambling, but if he still had a little pity for her, he couldn't kill her.
As long as life is still there, everything is possible.
"Your life, I shouldn't do it."
Ji Jing'an sneered coldly, released her wrist in disgust, took out a clean black handkerchief from her pocket, carefully wiped every finger that had just touched her, and her sharp eyes flew past the concave convex curve of the delicate woman on the hospital bed.
Mo Yurou, wearing a set of white waist closing perspective pajamas, moved his body towards him. Intentionally or unintentionally, the part of the small V neckline fell in his sight. He could vaguely see that most of it was full wrapped by black underwear
It's big enough, but it's not as strong as yeyufan. It's probably old. There are some signs of sagging by visual inspection.
Jijing'an's eyes were expressionless and looked away. His eyes were slightly restrained. He was distracted to the silly woman.
Seeing his silence, Mo Yurou bit her lips and said nothing.
In the dreary ward, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
"What to do? If she wants to die, let her die!"Ji Jing'an sneered, walked with long legs like the wind, turned along the spacious corridor and walked to the emergency room."Jing'an, don't be impulsive. A woman like her is worth dying."Seeing that his face was cruel and wrong, Gu Sijia seemed to immediately kill Mo Yurou, who loved and humiliated himself, and hurried to follow him.When the maid saw two handsome men coming with aggressive momentum, she was so frightened that she hurried into the emergency room. Just about to report the news to Mo Yurou lying on the hospital bed, the door had been kicked to pieces and made a squeaking sound.Jijing'an turned his head and looked at Gu Sijia behind him. He asked coldly, "where is the blood transfusion tool?""Right at the head of her bed." Gu Sijia looked at his ferocious eyes and was quite worried, "do you want to give her blood transfusion in person? Or don't. as a doctor, I can tell you responsibly that if you make a mistake, she will die in front of you.""Then let her die."Ji Jing'an has walked to the bedside murderously and coldly. He reaches out to grasp the needle tube with cold silver light. His eyes are cold and quickly insert it into Mo Yurou's bare white and tender wrist"Jing'an, don't..."Mo Yurou screamed in fright. With the graceful posture he had prepared, at the moment when the murderous man was about to start, his facial features were panicked and wrinkled into a ball, his arms were retracted into the quilt at the last second, and his whole body was shivering. He was no longer elegant and beautiful.The needle tube was pierced and deeply nailed to the corner of the white quilt. All the long needles at the front half of the quilt didn't go in. It can be seen that when the man started, he was merciless and used great strengthStaring at the upper half of the swaying syringe, Mo Yurou's face was as white as ever.If the long sharp needle had really stabbed into any part of her body just now, it was estimated that she would be half disabled if she didn't die.Ji Jing'an was cruel to her and really had no pity for her.Remembering that he had been put in the palm of his hand by this handsome and perfect man for more than ten years when he was young, now all this supreme love was taken back by him and added to the notorious yeyufan. Mo Yurou bit the lower lip hard. Deep in the bottom of her eyes, she was unable to suppress her unwillingness and jealousy.She tried all means just to find the man who spoiled her like beads and treasure. Is it wrong?Seeing Mo Yurou's face as white as snow, the maid quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Ji, when you didn't come, the young lady kept talking about you..."Ji Jing'an didn't even look at the servant. She spit out the word "roll" coldly. The maid trembled and didn't dare to offend him. She bowed her head and walked out of the room."Jing'an, take a deep breath. Don't be impulsive. It's not worth it." Aware that jijing'an's breath was getting colder and colder, Gu Sijia opened his mouth with concern."You go out, too."Gu Sijia had no time to appreciate Mo Yurou's miserable appearance, so he was kicked out of the door by the murderous man.When there was a loud bang, Mo Yurou was almost scared to death.She tried to commit suicide and shouted that she had to see Ji Jing'an before giving blood transfusion. These things would certainly annoy him. He would be angry. She had already made psychological preparations for this.But he still didn't estimate that he would be so angry.Touching the man's fierce sight, Mo Yurou remembered his deep love for her many years ago, and her heart suddenly hurt and her face was sad, "Jing'an, don't be angry, OK? I know I've gone a little too far, but... I'll do it because I still love you deeply! As long as I think of you sleeping with yeyufan every night, I feel very sad and sad. It's more painful than death!"Finally, I can see this handsome man who has been stationed in the depths of her heart since she was a girl again. Mo Yurou lies on the hospital bed, tries to raise her head, and looks at every inch of his eyebrows and eyes greedily with hazy tears."You don't deserve to talk about love." The man of Zhilan Yushu sneered."Jing'an... Between the two of us, you owe me and I owe you. Can't you forget your sadness and start over?" Mo Yurou looked sadly at the man standing by the bed whose facial features were familiar but as cold as ice. He gently blinked his long eyelashes, and the crystal tears hung on it. The delicate appearance of pear flowers with rain provoked countless men's infinite love.But Ji Jingan obviously doesn't belong to one of countless men.He suddenly leaned down, clenched Mo Yurou's injured left wrist with a powerful big palm, especially the one with the deepest knife injury, calmly looked and said to Su Sha, "it's not difficult to start over, unless you can bring my dead more than 100 brothers back to life."People die, how can they be reborn?It was clear that she was deliberately embarrassing him."Jing An..."Mo Yurou called his name sadly. A sharp stabbing pain came from her wrist, attacking every inch of her sensory nerves. The pain made her shiver.At the moment when she thought she had to die in jijing'an's hands tonight, she squeezed out an elegant smile at him, coughing fiercely and laughing at her memories, "Jing'an, do you remember that when I first learned riding, my horse suddenly went crazy and ran to the top of the mountain and threw me down. My head hit a big stone and broke on the spot. I lost a lot of blood and almost left you because of excessive blood loss... It's you. You rushed back to Tongcheng from city B and insisted on giving me blood transfusion. Cough Cough... Coincidentally, we are all type ab. if the doctor didn't stop that time, you might lose all your blood to me! Now, most of your blood has been flowing in my body... "Speaking of this, Mo Yurou slowly closed her eyes and smiled bitterly, "you gave me my life. If you want to take it away, do it. I'm very happy and happy to die in your hands."She was gambling, but if he still had a little pity for her, he couldn't kill her.As long as life is still there, everything is possible."Your life, I shouldn't do it."Ji Jing'an sneered coldly, released her wrist in disgust, took out a clean black handkerchief from her pocket, carefully wiped every finger that had just touched her, and her sharp eyes flew past the concave convex curve of the delicate woman on the hospital bed.Mo Yurou, wearing a set of white waist closing perspective pajamas, moved his body towards him. Intentionally or unintentionally, the part of the small V neckline fell in his sight. He could vaguely see that most of it was full wrapped by black underwearIt's big enough, but it's not as strong as yeyufan. It's probably old. There are some signs of sagging by visual inspection.Jijing'an's eyes were expressionless and looked away. His eyes were slightly restrained. He was distracted to the silly woman.Seeing his silence, Mo Yurou bit her lips and said nothing.In the dreary ward, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.
