Chapter 493： He could only guard Chi Huan who wanted to protect him, so he took a hard punch (2/2)

Catch ... fishing?

Chi Huan was a little stubborn. ”He is a noble son ... how could fishing ...”

Mo Shiqian was very calm and calm, ”Who knows, maybe his brain is broken.”

She gave a whisper, but finally said nothing, and continued to eat her breakfast.

A few seconds later, the man's voice was ringing across. ”Come with me to the hospital later.”

”can.”

…………

after an hour.

All hospitals are almost the same, with white everywhere and nose full of drowning disinfectant smell.

Chi Huan's hands have been held by men since they got off the bus--

He seemed to hold her down by the way, and then forgot to release it, so he kept holding on.

Naturally, she wouldn't say anything to let him go, so she just dragged her to the operating room.

Four bodyguards, two walking in front and two walking in the back, are all in uniform black suits.

Chi Huan saw two people standing outside the operating room from afar.

One is an old man with grey hair and a bowed figure because of his old age. Li Qianrui's father is estimated.

The other is a man standing on the wall, wearing a very ordinary dark clothes, but still standing out of Zoran's temperament, but his hands are stained with blood that has not yet been wiped.

In fact, there are some on the clothes, and they are even dyed through, but because the color is dark, they cannot be seen from a distance.

He was full of Xiao Seoren's breath, and at a glance, he knew that his nerves had been strained to the extreme, and the gas field was so daunting that he dared not approach.

Perhaps he heard the movement, and the man looked at them indifferently.

Even if he had known beforehand, Chi Huan opened his eyes in surprise when he saw the face, and couldn't help covering his lips, and murmured in a low voice, ”Mo Shichen ...”

He is Mo Shichen, and Chi Huan is almost certain.

Not only because he looks exactly like Mo Shichen, but his eyes and temperament ... it is not something a man in a fishing village can give out.

Although ... he may have caught fish for several years.

However, it may be because of half-blooded blood that made him look horrible like Rakshasa at this time, not at all like the handsome and cold gentleman nobleman in her memory.

When he saw Mo Shiqian, his pupils suddenly tightened, and a strong killing intention popped up, and he straightened his body and walked towards them with his long legs.

That look ... if not her hand was held by Mo Shiqian, she might be afraid.

As soon as the two bodyguards reached out to stop him, Mo Shi humbly smiled and spit out the words ”Give Off”.

The man walked straight towards them, hurried and steady, and before Chi Huan responded, the fierce fist punched straight towards the man beside her.

Chi Huan was startled, and wanted to stop him if he didn't want to.

Mo Shiqian's complexion changed slightly. When he first touched Mo Shichen's eyes, he expected the punch. He did not hide from nature because he was sure, but he obviously did not expect that the woman around him would have this. reaction,

He could only guard Chi Huan who wanted to protect him, so he took a hard punch.

Fortunately, the fast-moving bodyguard stepped forward immediately, preventing him from following the second punch.

Chi Huan looked at the blood spilling from the lips of the man, and knew how many Mo Shichen had started, distressed and angry, turning to look at the man with red eyes and hands, and gritted his teeth and scolded, ”Are you crazy?”

Both bodyguards can't stop this man whose emotions are completely out of control. He stared at Mo Shiqian and said coldly, ”It doesn't matter if you want to kill me. What kind of man is a touching woman? She is just an ordinary woman. What's the matter? The place needs the dignified Clod-Summer president to move all the A-blood in the hospital in advance? ”

Mo Shiqian raised her hand and carried the woman in her arms into her arms, and said with a smile, ”You are not worth it, let alone her?”

In the man's narrow eyes, there was pure indifference and irony, ”Not you, but who else.”

The sound of high heels stepping on the floor went from far to near, followed by a gentle female voice, ”It's me.”