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Chapter 394 Brother Wan Jun, Don't Go Back to America
Sooner or later, she sighed, looked at Xiao Moqing and said, "It's useless if you like him, because he's going back to America tomorrow."

Back to America?
Hearing this news, Xiao Moqing's originally pleasant face darkened suddenly.

She stared at Chi Chi Chi in amazement and asked, "How do you know he's going back to America?"

Sooner or later, he curled his lips, "He told me himself."

In the next second, Xiao Moqing opened the door of the room and rushed out as if she had been slapped with chicken blood in an instant.

Why did Brother Wan Jun go back to the United States?
Then if he's gone, won't she be able to see him in the future?

Suddenly feeling as if she was going to lose something in her heart, Xiao Moqing ran out of Ye's house and ran in the direction of Tang's house desperately.

But before she reached it, her footsteps suddenly stopped again.

The reason was that there was a sports car parked in front with its lights on, and the lights dazzled her eyes.

When she walked over, the window was down, so she saw the people sitting in the car at a glance.

"Brother Wanjun?" He hasn't left yet?
No, what happened to him?
The whole person was lying on the steering wheel, motionless.

Xiao Moqing called him, but he didn't answer, could it be that he was asleep?
Impossible, how could he fall asleep here in the car?
"Brother Wanjun." Xiao Moqing stretched out her hand and shook the people in the car. After a while, he reacted a little. He raised his head, panting, and looked at her with a pale face.

"Little sister, why are you back?" The voice was weak, which made Xiao Moqing very worried.

"Brother Wanjun, what's wrong with you?"

Is he sick?
"It's okay." He couldn't stop, "It's getting dark, you should go home!"

As he said that, he wanted to drive the car away, but before he could really hold the steering wheel, there was another piercing pain in his chest.

Even he couldn't bear it any longer, leaning against the back of the chair, motionless.

Xiao Moqing felt that he was sick, and the illness was not serious, she said worriedly: "Brother, bear with me, I'll call Brother Yin and the others to come over, bear with it."

She turned around to call someone, but the people in the car stopped her again, "No, don't call someone."

"Ah?" Xiao Moqing looked back at him, "But you seem to be suffering!"

"Don't call someone, you get in the car." He said weakly.

The little girl was very obedient, she opened the door and stepped into the co-pilot.

Mr. Tang Wan took her white and delicate hand, sighed and asked, "Your name is Mo Qing, right?"

Xiao Moqing nodded.

"Then I'll call you Qing'er from now on."

"..."

"Qing'er, don't tell anyone what I am like now."

Every time he said a word, he felt as if the bottom of the pot was being drawn out, his whole body was exhausted, and he twitched in pain.

Xiao Moqing looked at him, frowned, her face full of distress.

"Brother Wan Jun, are you feeling bad? What's wrong with you? Let's go to the hospital to see, okay?"

"I'm fine, just rest for a while, promise brother, don't tell others about my illness."

Looking at the pain on his face, every time he said a word, it seemed like a piece of flesh fell off.

Xiao Moqing cried distressedly, "Well, Brother Wanjun, you also promise me that you will not go back to the United States, okay?"

If he returns to America, we will never see him again.

He seems to be seriously ill and has gone to the United States. Will anyone take care of him?

The more she thought about Xiao Moqing, the more she cried.

After enduring the pain for a long time, it was finally not so uncomfortable.

Tang Wanjun looked at the little girl next to him and smiled weakly, "Are you bargaining with me?"

With a sob, Xiao Moqing nodded, "If you go back to America, I will tell everyone about your illness."

(End of this chapter)