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Chapter 657 Conversation on the Bench 2
Knowing what Xiaoyuzi was thinking, An Yijun smiled softly, rubbed the little girl's head, and said, "You don't have to be too holy, take everything on yourself."

"What the Holy Mother?" Maomao said, "It's really my fault. If it wasn't for me, such a thing wouldn't have happened."

"Then if time goes backwards, will you take care of that waitress? Or do you want to die?" An Yijun asked patiently.

"This," Maomao hesitated, and after thinking for a while, she nodded and said, "It should be possible, otherwise that girl would be too miserable."

Hearing this, An Yijun said with a smile: "It's over, no matter whether time goes backwards or not, your choice is the same, there is nothing to regret at all, and we don't blame you, because it is the right thing .”

There was a touch of emotion in her eyes, she looked at him, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and said, "Thank you, you also specially comforted me."

After a pause, she rubbed the medicine on An Yijun, and said, "But... if there is a next time, please don't be so impulsive. Everything is negotiable, maybe we don't need to fight?"

"No need to fight? Do you think he will let us go? How is it possible? This fight is inevitable." An Yijun retorted.

Although the style of people like Jiang Long does not seem to be able to persuade and reconcile with a few words, Mao Mao still hopes that An Yijun will fight less in the future, and if possible, try not to fight.

She said that she did it from the standpoint of a friend. After all, many things cannot be resolved with violence. An Yijun has a great reputation, and if he is too public, more people will come to trouble him.

If other people said such old-fashioned words, An Yijun would definitely find it very annoying, but Xiaoyouzi was different. When she said it, he always felt inexplicably happy.

The feeling of being cared about by others is actually quite good. Little Yuzi probably said so much because she cared about herself.

Thinking of this, An Yijun's mouth curled into a smile, and he stared at Hu Youyou who was applying the medicine for himself, with a smile in his eyes.

Without noticing the boy's gaze, Hu Youyou was still nagging on and on all by himself, saying that fighting is not good, and it would be better to fight less in the future. Seeing the old injuries on his arms, there are so many scary ones.

After applying medicine to the wounds on his surface, and then pasting them with band-aids, Mao Mao raised his eyes slightly, just in time to meet the young man staring at him for a moment, and couldn't help but blush.

Coughing twice in embarrassment, she said: "I declare in advance that I don't mean anything else when I say these words, pure! I said it very simply from the perspective of a friend, an ordinary friend, and again, an ordinary friend."

"What's the matter? Isn't it innocent for me to look at you this way? I also look at you as a friend, an ordinary friend." He shrugged innocently, "Is there any problem?"

Seeing the teasing in his eyes, a smirk on his lips, and a lack of seriousness, the kitten almost choked to death on his intentional rebuttal, and said, "Well, if that's the case, then it's the best. "

After leaving the park, it was already very late. In desperation, the kitten called Jiang Enwei and was told that he was staying in a hotel near the hospital.

(End of this chapter)