Chen An hurriedly reached out to pull his arm, but Mo Nanjue raised his head, his eyes were scarlet and blood slid down his forehead.

"Injured?" Chen An raised his hand to touch his head, but the man waved it away. He spoke in a hoarse voice and was extremely low, "Don't touch me."

"Do you think I love to touch you?" Chen An knew that he had no strength at this time, so he simply held his hand. He reached out and pushed away his short soaked hair and found a small wound. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, it's nothing big, it's okay to disinfect it."

Mo Nanjue choked in his throat. He pulled out his stuck legs and got out of the car with a bland pace. Chen An glanced at the entire Bugatti Viahang had completely deformed and probably was useless.

Rarely sending out heavenly things...

Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets, and the blood on his face was diluted by the rain, causing the wound to hurt slightly. The man didn't care. He walked to the crushed railing and stood still.

Chen An followed him. At this time, the heavy rain was still pouring down, and the two of them were wet. He raised his hand and pointed down, "Can you still be more powerful? Damn, if I hadn't hit you in time, you would have fallen."

Mo Nanjue didn't speak. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the river below, and the rain dripped down his chin.

Chen An said again, "I'll tell you, I haven't bought my Porsche for long..."

"Another thing, you will fall down next."

“…”

Chen An stopped his voice, he looked at his sight, and suddenly spoke, "Jue, don't blame yourself too much... that's not your fault."

Mo Nanjue did not speak.

Chen An reached out to hold his shoulder and found that his shoulder was also a wound. He took his hand back, "I think even if Tong Ran knew about it, he would not blame you. After all, Tong Minghai was wrong at that time, and that woman had been killed by Mo Beiyan, which could be regarded as avenging her parents..."

"Maybe," Mo Nanjue's lips curled up, but he couldn't laugh, "If she blamed me, I wouldn't blame her."

Chen An looked at his side face, "Do you agree to stab you if she wants to stab you?"

The man nodded, "Keep."

“…”

Chen An pursed his lips and stopped speaking. Mo Nanjue suddenly squatted down. He knelt on one knee and reached out to touch the uneven ground. His voice was extremely light, "I just don't want her to hurt."

Chen An was shocked, and he squatted down, "Jue, I think Tong Ran will definitely understand..."

"Even if I can't protect her, I don't want her to hurt because of me." Mo Nanjue clenched his hands tightly, his face drooped perfectly, and the sadness at the corners of his eyes dimmed out from the tips of his eyebrows.

Chen An said nothing, just held his shoulder, and the rain kept falling, and the raindrops slid down the man's eyes, mixing with drops of tears.

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South Africa.

Tong Ran sat on the window ridge, Nan Nan was spinning around her feet. She was not in good spirits. She had always had a severe headache at night recently, and she had been awakened by pain several times.

The windowsill was made of marble. When Luo Xiao saw that she liked to sit, he asked someone to buy a soft and comfortable blanket to spread it on it. But Tong Ran didn't like it. As soon as the blanket was delivered, she cut it into several pieces and made a small bed for Nan Nan.

The little guy seemed to be unhappy. In less than a day, he bit the blanket into pieces.
Chapter completed!