The Emperor's Young Master has turned black again

Chapter 702

Jun Mohan's voice was very cold and calm, as if what Nalan Xiang'er said had nothing to do with him.

Nalan Xiang'er looked at Jun Mohan like this and became anxious, "Are you really ignoring your body? I have been researching these years, and I can help you now, my body..."

Before Nalan Xiang'er finished speaking, Jun Mohan interrupted her directly: "Nalan Xiang'er, if you don't go out again, I really can't guarantee what I will do, and you also know my style of handling things."

Nalan Xiang'er's tense expression relaxed helplessly, "I know what I say, you won't listen to what I say, Feng Sujin probably doesn't know about your cold festival syndrome, right?"

Jun Mohan looked at Nalan Xiang'er dangerously, "I don't want her to know about this, and I don't want it to come out of your mouth."

Nalan Xiang'er could feel a murderous intent flowing in the air, which was emanating from Jun Mohan.

She knew that when talking about Feng Sujin, Jun Mohan had murderous intentions towards her.

Nalan Xiang'er pursed her lips, ready to turn around and leave with interest.

But when she walked to the door, she said: "A person's life is not his own, and sometimes you have to think about the people around you."

What she meant by this sentence, she believed Jun Mohan would understand.

Walking out of the room, Nalan Xiang'er was blown by the cold wind and sneezed. She grew up so big, was cared for by her family, taught by her master, and only in front of Jun Mohan would she run into walls again and again.

But she believed that one day Jun Mohan would agree with her thoughts.

Ever since she knew about Jun Mohan's cold festival syndrome, she has been studying it.

She made her body into a medicine man, every part of her body is a combination of panacea, even her blood is incomparably precious.

……

After Nalan Xiang'er left, Jun Mohan's expression remained frozen.

He looked at the document in his hand, but couldn't take it anymore.

Now the number of people in the southwest, the statistics of the wounded, the ratio of the houses, and the follow-up home construction issues are all out of Jun Mohan's mind.

The figures that flashed in his mind were all about Feng Sujin.

Nalan Xiang'er didn't say anything, but he deliberately suppressed some longing emotions.

Because sometimes the longing and the pain of lovesickness can't help him at all, it will only make him worry about Feng Sujin restlessly all day long.

So he doesn't think about it, and deliberately forgets it, so that he can have the mind to do other things.

But today, Nalan Xiang'er also mentioned Feng Sujin, arousing all the thoughts in his heart, like a gushing wave, which could no longer be controlled.

He was covered by the flood of longing.

Jun Mohan sighed, put down the documents in hand, walked to the window, and looked in the direction of the imperial capital.

It's very far away, even if it takes several hours by plane, I really don't know how Feng Sujin is doing now.

He will remember the last time he called.

At that time, because Feng Sujin didn't use the check he gave, he was a little angry.

Of course, he would be injured and some trivial matters would inevitably make him a little irritable.

And the most important thing is that Nalan Xiang'er has come here, and he has no reason to drive her away.

It seemed like he hung up the phone before he could say a few words.

Thinking that it was Hu's words and tone, Jun Mohan's heart skipped a beat, and he snapped up.

He hurriedly took out his cell phone to call Feng Sujin, at least he wanted to know if she was okay and if she was angry.

(End of this chapter)