She firmly believed that Huang Xiaojue would give a negative answer to save her life! She wanted Mo Xiaoran to hear this answer with her own ears, which completely disappointed Mo Xiaoran...
Being burned by the faintly proud gaze, Mo Xiaoran suddenly understood An Ran's intention, his heart tightened, and passed through panic and fear, and his breathing was also unstable due to tension.
Looking at Huang Xiaojue's headache that was about to explode but had to bear, she pushed the door suddenly without thinking about it. After making moves, she realized something was wrong. She stared at them in a daze and tried her best to pull it.
I opened a embarrassed smile on my lips.
Huang Xiaojue raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised. Because he devoted himself to comforting and comforting, he did not find her outside the door at all.
He was suddenly very glad...he did not say anything he didn't love Mo Xiaoran because he wanted to comfort Ran.
He couldn't bear to let him go and felt sad again...
Swept by Mo Xiaoran's deep gaze, An Ran's face changed, her pale cheeks were covered with a layer of hazy and gloomy cold mist, and her right hand holding the fruit knife unconsciously relaxed...Mo Xiaoran,
You are really a bad thing!
Mo Xiaoran's arrival instantly broke the sad atmosphere in the entire ward, and replaced it with the embarrassing silence of a room.
Mo Xiaoran was born afraid of this atmosphere. After struggling for more than ten seconds, she decided to break the silence. She lowered her eyes, cheered up, looked up and smiled at An Ran, and walked towards her gracefully:
"Miss An," her watery eyes flashed with a cunning light that was hard to understand. "Why did you come to the hospital? Could it be that you were heartbroken and fell ill because Jue saved me?"
The meaning of the following is to remind her how much Huang Xiaojue cares about him.
While speaking, she glanced at Huang Xiaojue sideways. I hope he will never speak for An Ran, just treat her as giving her face and not letting her get out of the way...
On the side, Huang Xiaojue's mouth raised slightly, and there was a strong expectation in his brown eyes. He knew that Mo Xiaoran was definitely not so weak, otherwise, how could she have been alone in life without a father or a mother for many years and still being chased by someone.
Can you get through?
But, she has a natural good temper.
An Ran's face was even worse. She had never expected that Mo Xiaoran would have thorns on her body, so she turned her begging eyes to Huang Xiaojue, but he looked like he had seen nothing, leisurely
Standing by the window, it seems to be enjoying the scenery.
Damn it!
An Ran lowered her curse, she knew she could not act in this play!
"He doesn't care about you... are you still committing suicide?" Mo Xiaoran asked pretending to be concerned, but a smug smile flashed across his face, and his black eyes blinked, with a different charm.
An Ran felt angry. She held the knife's trembling right hand and didn't know where to put it. She was embarrassed to take it off, and even more so if she cut it off. She was hesitating, suddenly her right hand was slashed hard by a force.
The fruit knife fell to the ground with a "pop".
Mo Xiaoran looked at the knife that was shot down by himself, and then glanced at An Ran who was still shocked, "You only have this ability. If you have the ability, take a Swiss army knife and chop it on your neck, a small little one."