After the wound was sutured, the sweat on Mo Wen's body had already soaked his clothes. Mo Bei was also sweating profusely. After all, this was the first time she had done such a thing. After sewing up the wound, Mo Bei carefully used gauze to help him cover the wound.
Wrap it up.
"Answer the phone." Mo Wen said hoarsely.
Mo Bei took out his cell phone that was still vibrating. A series of familiar numbers were displayed on the phone, which was Jiao Yang's phone number.
He made so many calls, maybe there was something urgent, and he was worried. Mo Bei hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Xiaobei, where are you?"
"I was outside. I wasn't with the phone just now, so I didn't hear it." Mo Bei lied casually, "Are you okay?"
"I..." Jiao Yang said in a relaxed tone, "I'm fine, I just... miss you a little bit."
He was relieved that she was fine. Jiao Yang didn't want to tell her the truth. If she knew that he had been assassinated because of her, she would only feel more guilty.
Mo Bei was stunned for a moment and then said, "I'm in a hurry right now. If you don't have anything to do, I'll hang up first."
Hanging down the phone, she raised her hand and pressed the end button.
Mo Wen poured another drink into his mouth, "Xiao Bei, you go back first. Leave the car here and don't drive it. If someone comes to investigate you, just say that the matter has nothing to do with you. You will keep the car tonight."
In the company, it’s okay not to know anything.”
"What about you?" Mo Bei asked with a frown.
"Xiao Bai and the others are all dead. Now they have no evidence. As long as I don't admit it, they can't do anything." Mo Wen smiled at her lightly, "I'm here to recuperate these days."
"In that case, I'll stay and take care of you." Mo Bei picked up the bloody gauze on the ground, "I'll go take care of these."
"Xiao Bei!" Mo Wen frowned and called her, "Don't be willful."
Mo Bei held the bloody gauze and turned around, "If I was the one who was injured, would you leave?"
Mo Wen was speechless. Mo Bei had already walked into the bathroom with gauze. After a moment, she turned around and came back with two wet towels in her hands. She walked to his side. She carefully picked up his arm and cut it with scissors.
Open his shirt and wipe off the blood on him bit by bit.
Her long hair hung down and dangled in front of his face, with a faint fragrance. Her fingers rubbed his skin so carefully, bringing a strange touch. Mo Wen's heart seemed to have been touched by soft feathers.
There were strange ripples.
Mo Bei straightened up and held his arm, "Come on, I'll help you go upstairs to rest for a while, and then I'll take care of this place and the car."
Mo Wen tried hard to restrain his desire to hold her in his arms, and took his arm out of her hand, "I can go up by myself."
Seeing that he was walking steadily up the stairs, Mo Bei breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took action. He cleaned up the living room and the car, collected all the bloody garbage, and poured oil on them to burn.
After making sure that everything was safe, she went to the bathroom to wash her hands and face, and then went upstairs to his room.
In the room, Mo Wen was not asleep. When he heard the sound of her walking in, he immediately opened his eyes.
"Xiao Bei, I'm so sorry."
"As long as you're okay." Mo Bei shrugged, sat on the side of his bed, gave him a comforting smile, and raised his hand to touch his forehead, "I'll buy you some anti-inflammatory medicine."
