Chapter 172 Don’t you have a lot of crazy fans?

"No, I was just thinking about the location." Tong Ran coughed lightly and said.

"Where?"

"Didn't you say that if you die?" Tong Ran looked at him and twisted her eyebrows as if thinking hard, "then I will definitely open a store to sell your clothes and some daily utensils. Don't you have a lot of brain damage?"

If you are a fan, they will definitely flock to buy it, and then I will make a fortune!"

Open a store?

Make a fortune?

The man's eyes darkened, and his expression showed that he was unhappy.

After he died, this woman actually wanted to sell his things and make money?!

Depend on!

She is really good.

Tong Ran's expression suddenly changed as she watched him. She was about to say that she was joking. The next moment, the man pushed away the chair and stood up. He put his right hand in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Is he angry again?

Forget it, it's useless for her to explain this kind of thing.

In fact, even she herself didn't know the answer to the question he asked her just now.

What if he died?

No, there is no such if.

He is Mo Nanjue, how could he die?

In Tong Ran's heart, Mo Nanjue was arrogant and could cover the sky with one hand.

die?

This word may not exist in his dictionary.

But she didn't know that life or death for people like Mo Nanjue who was associated with darkness was actually not that important.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a thud from the kitchen. The sound was not loud, but it made people feel very painful. Tong Ran hurriedly propped up his body and looked over, and could only vaguely see one of the man's legs lying across his body.

Beside the sterilizing cupboard, slender hands were hanging aside.

It was Mo Nanjue who fell?!

Tong Ran was startled and hurriedly pushed the chair away and ran over!

As soon as he rushed to the kitchen, he saw Mo Nanjue's upper body leaning against the cupboard. His handsome face was pale, his dark eyes were weakly half-closed, and even his lips had lost their color.

"Mo Nanjue, what's wrong with you?!" Tong Ran lifted one of his arms and hung it on his shoulder, trying to pull him up. His eyes glanced back and forth on him, "Are you suffering from poisonous hair? Or is it a wound?

Is it cracked? Where does it hurt?"

Eighty percent of the time, it was due to doing too strenuous strenuous exercise before...that caused the poisoning!

She just said no! Can't this man endure it for a while? He has to fall down to be happy, right?!

"Speak, Mo Nanjue, don't scare me!" Seeing that he was motionless, Tong Ran reached out to pat his face, "Can you hear me? Mo Nanjue? Mo Nanjue!"

"Um……"

"How do you feel? I'm going to call Li Qin now!"

After a long while, the man opened his eyes a little and shook his head: "No, no need...it's useless."

it's useless?!

What do you mean useless?!

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Tong Ran couldn't pull him up, and was afraid that the floor would be too cold, so he lifted his shoulders, stretched out his legs and put them behind his back, letting him half-rely on his legs, passing on some warmth to him.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the man's eyes narrowing more and more, and finally, he almost fell asleep.

can not sleep!

If I fall asleep now, can I still get up?!

Tong Ran was shocked. She circled his shoulders and waved her hands in front of his eyes: "Mo Nanjue, wake up! Listen to me, look at me, I have something to tell you!"

"Say...what?" The man opened his eyes again.

With his right hand in his pocket, he flicked the tip of his index finger.
Chapter completed!