He had no choice but to ask the man in black to get a sedative. Mo Beiyan hugged Tong Ran tightly with his arm, pointed the tip of the needle at the back of her neck, and stabbed it in for injection.

Tong Ran thrust her upper body, her eyes rolled down slightly, and she fell softly into his arms.

Mo Beiyan bent down and placed her flat on the bed. Seeing her torture herself like this, he thought of Mo Nanjue's unknown where he was now...

His heart was cut like a knife.

Mo Beiyan straightened his body and ordered the man in black to bring the medicine in, grind it into powder, and feed it to her to drink it.

Tong Ran burned to nearly thirty-nine degrees, and the water was squeezed into it. Her face turned red, but her lips were as white as paper.

She was in a bad situation.

Tong Ran was infected with a Gu himself and his nerves could not be stimulated. In addition, the attack was not relieved last night, which further aggravated the condition.

She did not fall into a coma directly, which was actually the most fortunate situation.

At least, she can recognize who is who is.

Mo Huantong brought some pasta up, and Mo Beiyan couldn't eat it at all. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the little bite of it and making a sound.

Mo Huantong stood beside her, not knowing what he was thinking, so she didn't leave, and stood against the wall.

It was already late at night, and the cold wind outside the window kept blowing. Time passed by minute by minute, and the bedroom was very quiet, and only the sound of Tong Ranhu breathing could be heard.

Mo Huantong was always standing there, her lower abdomen began to sore again. She bent down to support her knees, and her eyelids couldn't control her fight...

In the end, Mo Huantong didn't know how she fell asleep.

...

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn outside the window.

Mo Huantong sat up and found out that this was their bedroom. She looked at the blanket on her body. Did Mo Beiyan bring her over?

He must have not slept all night.

Suddenly, the cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Mo Huantong picked it up and saw it was a strange number.

She felt a little sad, but she pressed the answer button, "...hey?"

"Huanhuan?" The person on the other end determined his identity and dared to speak, "Are you alone at home?"

"It's you?" Mo Huantong felt nervous, and she quickly lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom, locking the door, "What are you calling me?"

"What's the question you asked?" Xie Yanghua's tone was slightly annoyed. Last night, Mo Nanjue was going to shoot Lin Meijie in public, but it turned out that Luo Xiao ran out to make trouble. He was really angry and should have killed Luo Xiao directly!

Keeping it is a disaster. Not only did Xie Yanghua not become a partner with him, Luo Xiao actually began to help Mo Nanjue.

Aren't they rivals?!

Xie Yanghua thought Luo Xiao hated Mo Nanjue to death, but the facts seemed to be the opposite, and he didn't understand why.

Mo Huantong pinched her phone tightly and took a deep breath, "I'll ask you, does the family summit last night have anything to do with you?"

"Of course it doesn't matter. What does Luo Xiao's gun have to do with me?" Xie Yanghua flatly denied that he looked at the time and just wanted her to leave the place of right and wrong as soon as possible. "Huanhuan, answer me, are you alone at home now?"

Mo Huan's lips were pursed tightly, "What are you asking about this?"
Chapter completed!