The Gossip Bride Return !

Yan Mo Chen's step.

Lu Qingyan's voice is like Shura again, "I mean, completely disappear."

"Try it. See if you lose or I win. "

Yan Mo Chen sneered and left.

Yan Mochen thought that Lu Qingyan would soon be soft, and would never mention the words that made him angry. But unexpectedly, for three days in a row, Lu Qingyan did not say a word and did not eat anything.

Finally, when Shen Bei came to report Lu Qingyan's health for the third time, Yan Mochen couldn't help it.

He rushed directly to the ward, rushed to Lu Qingyan's face, and directly picked up Lu Qingyan. "Lu Qingyan, is that interesting?"

Lu Qingyan looked back at him weakly, but he said obstinately, "don't you want to see the win or lose?"

The sentence "I'll let you go" has reached the edge of his mouth. Almost the next second, he can't help but say it, or he chokes in. Yan Mo Chen feels upset and irritable. He doesn't know whether he is angry with himself or with Lu Qingyan. He punches the wall and turns back to Shen Bei and says, "bring a bowl of porridge and remember to cook it rotten."

"I'll put a bowl of porridge here every day." Yan Mo Chen turned his head to land and tilted his face to explain, "I hope you can be soft as soon as possible."

Shen Bei leaves with his front foot. Yan Mo Chen looks at Lu Qingyan's closed eyes and doesn't say anything. All his thoughts in his heart have become no ideas. He leaves this sentence and gets up to leave.

Soon, the porridge was brought over and put on the bedside table, as if there was no fragrance to tease the nerves of landing tilt face

As the night fell and the sun set, all evils were hidden. The ward was dark without the lights on. Lu Qingyan opened his eyes slowly, as if he had made up his mind.

She suddenly remembered the first time she saw Yan Mo Chen.

Once, she thought he was the good luck that God gave her. Now it seems that God has never been kind to her.

The porridge was already cold. Lu Qingyan looked at the bowl of porridge. Although it was just a bowl of porridge, the aroma was still inexplicably annoying. After reaching out to sweep it, all the things on the bedside table were swept to the ground, and the bowl was smashed into eight pieces.

There are traces of porridge on the broken porcelain pieces. In the blue moonlight, Lu Qingyan looks down at the broken porcelain pieces, like a gem, a bronze key, or a new ending.

Lu Qingyan picked up the broken piece of porcelain and gently compared it on his wrist, with an inexplicable smile.

Yan Mo Chen, I have never lost.

Unless, I don't want to win.

……

"Mr. Yan!"

Yan Mochen is accompanied by warmth in the warm ward, but Shen Bei suddenly rushes in. Warmth has fallen into a shallow sleep, but he still can't help being woken up, rubs his eyes, and looks up at Yan Mochen wrongly.

"Good. Get some more sleep. " Yan Mo Chen carefully comforted the warmth, turned his head and looked at Shen Bei, who was in a panic, "what's the matter?"

"Miss Lu..." Yan Mochen didn't notice that he was holding his warm hand. Shen Bei swallowed his saliva and cautiously said, "Miss Lu I cut my wrist... "

Yan Mo Chen clapped up and said, "what do you say?"

"But already! It's been sent to the emergency department! " Shen Bei was so scared that he almost lost his leg.