The man's tall body walked calmly and strode out of the ward with Mo Jiu in his arms. He ignored the eyes of the people around him and walked out.
Mo Jiu felt embarrassed and hit Long Qingtian's chest with his small fist, "Hey, what are you doing? Let me go!"
The man said nothing with a cold face.
Mo Jiu moved his hands and feet wildly, "Where are you taking me?!"
"Go home." His voice was cold and devoid of warmth, making it impossible to guess his mood or anger.
"What home should I go to? I'm still in the hospital!"
"Trauma, no need to be hospitalized."
"Hey, you said you won't be hospitalized if you don't need to be hospitalized? The injury is not on you, why do you make an opinion for me? Ah, I don't want to leave, I want to be here, right here!"
When Mo Jiu said that the injury was not on you, Long Qingtian stiffened but did not explain anything.
And Mo Jiu's arousal was rising. She knew that going home would be more comfortable than being hospitalized, but she just couldn't stand the cold look on the man's face towards her.
Damn it, can’t you say something properly?
What did she do wrong to make him so cold?
Although Long Qingtian looked the same as usual at this moment, Mojiu knew that he was angry!
However, Long Qingtian ignored her after saying this.
Long Qingtian's arms were as strong as steel, and he hugged her tightly. Not to mention Mo Jiu, even an adult man couldn't think of escaping. He just carried Mo Jiu carelessly and walked outside the hospital.
The Land Rover had been hit and had to be taken for repairs.
Waiting outside the hospital at this moment is a huge black domestically produced Knight Fifteen, a special vehicle for the leader of the Langya Special Forces Brigade.
Long Qingtian opened the car door, threw Mo Jiu into the back seat, and then his tall body dwarfed and the man got in.
Before the soldiers on the road ahead could salute and say hello, Long Qingtian's cold words had already spoken: "Drive!"
When Lu Jianjun heard these cold words, he trembled all over. He didn't dare to ask anything and just drove forward.
"Brother, I'm hungry."
Long Qingtian ignored her.
Mo Jiu blinked, "Brother, my wound hurts."
Long Qingtian suddenly stretched out his big hand and rubbed his temples, but still said nothing.
Mo Jiu huddled in the corner of the back seat, not daring to speak. She timidly looked at this man who seemed to be indifferent. Normally, as long as she pretended to be aggrieved, the man would definitely listen to her in everything.
But this time, why is he different?
Long Qingtian was extremely irritable, and his temples were pounding.
Until he got into the car, he still didn't know what he was doing.
He just suddenly had a strong impulse to hide and lock up Mojiu to prevent her from leaving him.
But once I got in the car, my irritable mood calmed down.
His heart sank. At this moment, he wanted to punch himself. He even wanted to ask himself, did he know what he was doing?!
His arms softened, and a pair of weak, boneless hands were placed on them. Long Qingtian finally turned his head and saw the girl's timid expression: "Brother, do you have a headache?"
Mo Jiu asked cautiously.
Long Qingtian was stunned. He had never seen such an expression on a girl's face. She had always been strong and strong. Even when Mo Jiayi doubted her, she could still stubbornly shout "I will never have a mother".
talk.
But at this moment, Mo Jiu's expression was like an abandoned kitten, which made Long Qingtian feel soft in his heart.
"Hmm." The short word "hmm" made Mo Jiu breathe a sigh of relief and became more courageous.
