High cold school grass, don't mess with me

Chapter 215 Is Her Leg Related To You?

Li Luo caught it quickly with his eyes and hands. When he saw a black handkerchief in his hand, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed for no reason. He caught up with her a few steps and stood side by side with her.
Then I put on my handkerchief like a mask, covering my face, only showing a pair of beautiful eyes,

"I've got it, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he held Yan Ying's hand on his own, and before Yan Ying recovered, he started running!

Yan Ying felt that she had become strange!

When was this human being able to hold her hand at will?She should have stopped it, but... she didn't shout out!
These hands are warmer than Lin Ranran's, which made her a little reluctant to let go...

After going around a few turns, before getting rid of those fans, Li Luo pulled her to stop in an alley, propping up the wall with one hand, and holding Yan Ying with the other hand, so tired that she was out of breath!
Yan Ying thought, are you that tired?What a weak fellow!

Li Luo panted heavily, and gradually realized something was wrong, he turned to look at her,
"Halo, aren't you tired? And why are your hands so cold? Is it cold?"

Yan Ying's eyes flickered, and she was about to break free from her hand, but saw him lower his head, and said disapprovingly: "It's so cold, I'm almost dying of heat, come on, I'll give you a whirr..."

The warmth from her hands made Yan Ying pause. Looking at this young man, she felt that something was different in her heart.

She should... push him away...

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office.

Mo Zhifan was wearing a black shirt and trousers, sitting on the sofa with his long legs bent, staring at the world outside the floor-to-ceiling windows,

I don't know what I'm thinking,
He didn't miss her, didn't miss her!Really do not have!
As soon as Mo Hun came in and saw him like this, he looked at the loudly ringing mobile phone on the desk, shook his head, walked over and looked at the mobile phone in front of Mo Zhifan,

"Master's phone!"

Mo Zhifan answered the phone, pursed his lips, "Yeah!"

"Go back to the old house!" Mo Chengshang's tone was extremely serious. Mo Zhifan hadn't heard his father speak to him in such a tone for a long time.

Mo Zhifan cheered up a little, "You and mom are back?"

"If you don't come back, I think you will be lawless! Hurry up!"

The phone was hung up. Although Mo Zhifan didn't know what happened, he quickly put on his coat and left the company, rushing home.

Before reaching the lobby, he heard a woman crying, and then he saw the crying woman... Wu Man, and Lin Yan in the wheelchair,

Mo Zhifan was taken aback for a moment, and then he guessed the reason why his father was suddenly angry...

When Mo Chengshang saw Mo Zhifan, he glared at him angrily, pointed at Lin Yan, and said word by word:

"Your Uncle Lin's second daughter, you made these legs?"

Before Mo Zhifan could speak, Lin Yan quickly said, "Uncle, I said I don't blame brother Zhifan, it's my fate, it's none of his business, please don't blame him!"

Wu Man also said with snot and tears: "Zhi Fan, Auntie can't do anything about it. Yan'er's leg... I'm afraid it's over. As a parent, I also hope for my daughter's well-being. But... the rest of her life What to do!"

Mo Chengshang didn't look at Lin Yan or Wu Man, but continued to stare at Mo Zhifan, "Speak, is it you!"

Mo Zhifan knew what would happen if he nodded, but seeing Wu Man's mournful cry, Lin Yan's crooked eyebrows smiling in a wheelchair, and her...

Finally, he nodded, "Yes!"

"Bastard!" Father Mo couldn't help but picked up the teacup on the table and threw it over.

(End of this chapter)