553. Chapter 553 Returning to China, Luo Luo is pregnant! 3
Mo Jiu put breakfast on the bedside table and stood quietly in the room, staring at Long Qingtian for a long time.
He was not as straight as before, leaning on the wooden chair a little decadently. One hand hung casually on one side, and the other hand was placed on the ashtray on the table. The cigarette butt was almost burned out between his two fingers.
There were so many cigarettes, but he didn't actually take a few puffs.
Most of them are burned by themselves.
One night is enough time for him to think slowly, right?
Thinking like this, Mo Jiu moved slowly and came to the sliding door of the balcony.
She reached out her hand and opened the door.
A strong smell of tobacco hit my nostrils.
Mo Jiu coughed twice.
When Long Qingtian heard Mo Jiu's cough, his eyes that were motionless in his meditation, as deep as midnight as if nothing could shine through, finally moved.
He twisted his stiff neck and saw that Mo Jiu's face was a little red due to coughing from tobacco, and then he looked at the cigarette on hand.
He moved his fingers and placed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, then stood up and opened the window. The cool wind rushed in, making his brain clear.
Long Qingtian turned around again, put his arm around Mo Jiu's shoulders, entered the bedroom, opened the window on the other side, and ventilated the room.
He still didn't speak, but this thoughtful gesture made Mo Jiu feel relieved.
She picked up the milk and handed it to Long Qingtian, "Brother, let's have some breakfast."
Long Qingtian subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but when he looked up and saw the girl's expectant eyes, he picked up the milk and drank it all.
Then, he sat on the sofa, put his hands on his knees, his head hung slightly, and his handsome features looked a little decadent because he had not slept all night.
But Mojiu knew that even if he didn't eat or drink for three days and three nights, he would still be full of energy. What tortured him was not his sleep, but the inner demons hidden in his heart.
Mo Jiu sat next to Long Qingtian and held his head with both hands. Such gentle movements made Long Qingtian stiffen, but he continued to cooperate with Mo Jiu's movements obediently.
Long Qingtian lay on Mo Jiu's legs.
Mo Jiu's weak, boneless hands touched Long Qingtian's face, and then pressed on his eyes. Because his eyes were covered, Long Qingtian closed his eyes subconsciously.
Mo Jiu rubbed his eyes, pressed a few acupuncture points on his head, and pinched them carefully.
She didn't speak, but used this gentlest and most feminine behavior to express her care and support for him.
After another five minutes, Long Qingtian finally spoke.
"Do you know why Lu Lan was injured three years ago?"
Long Qingtian suddenly mentioned Lu Lan. Although Mo Jiu felt uncomfortable, he did not interrupt him.
He needs to talk now.
Long Qingtian did not wait for Mojiu's answer before he spoke again: "Three years ago, there was also such an opportunity to catch Brother Ying. One of our followers followed him to a strange country, but accidentally fell into a trap.
The five comrades who went with me, except Lu Lan, all died in the battle. And Lu Lan, in order to save me, was also hit in the brain and was in a coma for three years."
This is so!
Long Qingtian has probably never had such a tragic experience in his life, right?!
His resume is full of glory, but who knew that he had also made a mistake?
But why do people who are always rational and calm make mistakes?
Mo Jiu pressed Long Qingtian's finger and paused slightly.
