Meng Yao was thrown to the ground by force, and her five fingers were pinched into the lawn, tears flowing out unstoppable.

She understood that he could no longer tolerate anyone else in his eyes.

Just because Luo Xiao can get along with Mo Nanjue and Tong Ran like this now, Meng Yao can see how much he loves Tong Ran. He can tolerate the step of seeing them in pairs, just to see her, right?

The cold wind blew across her cheeks, Meng Yao sat for a while before standing up. She wiped away the tears and patted the mud on her body, and her thoughts never changed.

In any case, for his safety, she must get the antidote from DK.

...

Villa No. 3.

Mo Nanjue took Tong Ran upstairs. The villa was originally left for Chen An to live. After the construction was completed, it was not moved. The medical facilities and laboratory inside were all prepared for him.

Seventh floor, senior ward.

The boy's little body was lying flat on the huge hospital bed, covered with a white quilt and gauze wrapped around his head, and a little blood stain was printed.

There was a professional doctor watching him, measuring his body temperature from time to time, for fear that he would get infected and have a fever.

Xiao Jiu's face was pale, and he knew that his health was not very good at first glance.

Because the nutrition is not good...

Tong Ran stood at the door and felt a little reluctant to see this scene. She forced herself to open her eyes and subconsciously spoke, "Chenchen isn't awake, right?"

"No, Mo Beiyan just went to see it," Mo Nanjue knew she was worried, and the man hugged her tightly, "Don't be afraid, no one dared to touch my son."

Tong Ran nodded, Mo Nanjue lowered his head and kissed her hair, "Go back to sleep first, come and see you tomorrow."

"It's okay, I want to go in and take a look."

Tong Ran held his hand, and the two pushed the door and walked into the ward. Seeing this, the doctor hurriedly stood up, "Sir Jue."

Mo Nanjue raised his index finger and stood up on his lips. The doctor hurriedly lowered his voice, "His condition has stabilized. If there is no problem, he should not have a fever. As long as he passes tonight safely, he will be out of the danger period."

Mo Nanjue nodded lightly, "Have you checked other items?"

"Yes, he has a little anemia. It's probably because of a diet problem. Others have not been found out yet. He is considered healthy," said the doctor. "He has a very good body flexibility. He should have started to exercise gradually at the age of one or two. Such children are rare..."

He actually wanted to say that such a child is very suitable for martial arts practice, and that would definitely be very powerful.

"You go down first," Mo Nanjue interrupted, and glanced at Junwei, "You stay opposite tonight. If there is any situation, come over at any time. I want to ensure his safety. If something goes wrong with him, you will have problems."

"Yes, Mr. Jue." The doctor nodded and bowed, turned around and walked out.

Tong Ran came to the bedside, picked up a cotton swab and dipped it in some water, and wiped the blood stains on Xiaojiu's forehead. Since Chenchen, she has always been soft-hearted to children who are about the same age and cannot bear to suffer.

Maybe it’s because of being a mother, and she also likes children very much, so she feels kind to her when she sees them.

Tong Ran put down his hand and couldn't help but sigh, "If these children are really killers... what will they do in the future? Can they still return to their parents?"

Mo Nanjue stood beside her, and his big palm stroked her shoulders, "As long as you find it, you can."
Chapter completed!