Chapter 920 (1/2)

”Ah, that's right!” after Ning Jiwei's reminder, Jian Haixi suddenly had a flash in her mind, and her head, which was leaning on Ning Jiwei's chest, suddenly lifted up.

”Well...”

Ning Jiwei didn't expect her to move suddenly. She was lowering her head. This time, she just let her head hit her chin right.

”Husband, are you all right?” Jian Haixi quickly reached out and rubbed his chin for him. ”Why do you say you bow your head well? Does it hurt?”

”Cough, it's all right...” Ning Jiwei covered his chin and pinched Jian Haixi's hand. ”It's all right, you continue.”

Jane Haixi was in no mood. She just broke his chin and checked it.

”Let me see if it's serious.”

Ning Jiwei couldn't resist her, so he had to loosen his hand and said, ”it's really all right.”

”It's all red...” Jian Haixi muttered and stared at him. ”Don't hold me like this in the future.”

How can this be?

Ningji Witton took her hand and touched her chin: ”wife, it's just a little red. If you touch it carefully, there's nothing at all. For a while, even red won't be red. Ensure it's good!”

”Fuck you.” Jian Haixi was amused by his action of raising his hand and swearing.

Seeing her smile, Ning Jiwei quickly took her back in his arms, took the opportunity to change the topic and said, ”you haven't finished what you just said. What do you think?”

Jian Haixi leaned against him, pretended not to be aware of his attempt to divert his attention, smiled and cooperated and said, ”I just suddenly thought that we could meet Su ri'an's friend in hospital. Maybe we can find something.”

Ning Jiwei fondly pinched her nose: ”this thing, Mo Jue has already done it. Don't worry.”

”Mo Jue?” Jian Haixi slightly raised his eyebrows and was surprised. ”He's so positive recently. He's trying to do everything.”

”Well... Probably to escape something.” Ning Jiwei thought of something and sighed slightly.

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At the entrance of the hospital, the Red Cross is hung high in the outpatient building. The several inpatient buildings behind are brightly lit. The lights from each window are warm, which is the intersection of hope and pain.

Mo Jue stood at the door of the hospital with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the woman standing next to him.

One did not move, and the other quietly stood as a telegraph pole. They stood like wooden people for ten minutes.

Mo Jue finally couldn't help sighing. He pressed his temples with cigarettes in his fingers, and began with a headache: ”what do you want to do?”

The woman played with her wine red curly hair in front of her body. There was no moon tonight. The night in Hunan city was not very bright, but her eyes looking at Mo Jue were surprisingly bright, like a dagger with a scabbard and a blade, reflecting a cold light.

”No, this road is not yours. What's the problem with me standing one by one?” in the temperature of 13 or 14 degrees, she wore a black suspender shoulder length skirt, her arms were white and greasy, her collarbone was exquisite, and a slight movement was all kinds of customs.

It's just that this dress is not suitable for such weather at all. These strangers passing by have to scan her intentionally or unintentionally.

She leaned against the wall and raised her chin as if she didn't mind the strange eyes projected.

Mo Jue put his hand in his coat pocket, looked at the vivid face close at hand, shook his hand holding the cigarette, and half of the ash fell to the ground.