She looked at Qiao Qian in a coma, and then came outside to get some medicine that Mo Nanjue wanted.

The list was written very clearly, Tong Ran took it one by one and put it in a small white basket.

She checked the mask on her face and walked towards Villa A12 in the East District.

...

...

Villa three floors, in suite.

Mo Nanjue sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt was taken off and left to the side. His strong upper body was shining ~ naked. He was holding a bandage in one hand and was applying medicine to himself.

The man frowned tightly. The medicine was very strong and applied to it was comparable to disinfecting the wound with alcohol.

Mo Nanjue lowered his head slightly, and applied the cotton swab in his hand to the wound on his waist. He pursed his thin lips tightly, and his forehead was covered with sweat due to pain.

Suddenly, the door was knocked down and then pushed open from outside—

As the footsteps approached, Mo Nanjue suddenly raised his head, supported himself with his left hand and stood up, swung the vase at the head of the bed and threw it over, "I said not to come in!"

With a bang, the vase broke into pieces by the door.

The bodyguard hurriedly closed the door and did not dare to mess with him.

“…”

Such a big temper...

Tong Ran frowned slightly and walked in with a medical basket.

Mo Nanjue did not turn around and leaned over to pick up his shirt and put it on his body. He had a cold face and his voice was even less warm, "Go out!"

“…”

Tong Ran walked around the big bed and walked towards him.

Mo Nanjue buttoned the buttons of his shirt and felt something was wrong inexplicably. He suddenly turned around, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into his arms.

Tong Ran wanted to scare him, but his body suddenly became unstable. When he realized that he was already hugged in his arms.

Mo Nanjue's arms were tightly wrapped around her waist, and his eyes fell on her face wearing a thick mask.

When he touched her arm, he knew it was her.

Mo Nanjue's black eyes shrank violently, and a surprise climbed up to his eyebrows.

She came in as a bridge that pretended to be?!

This woman is getting more and more courageous. Will she dare to sneak in at the White House one day?!

Tong Ran knew that he had recognized it, and she whispered her mouth under her mask, thinking she could scare him...

Mo Nanjue stood with her arms around her. Tong Ran was about to raise her hand to get the mask. The man narrowed his eyes slightly and signaled her not to take it off.

How could Mu Bailiang not be able to rest on the camera in the room he lives in?

I'm afraid it's twenty-four hours of surveillance.

Tong Ran bit her lower lip and coughed lightly, "That... Master Jue, please let Qianqian help you with medicine?"

“…”

She is looking for a beating?!

Mo Nanjue glared at her fiercely, and Tong Ran pulled his arm away while holding him down the edge of the bed.

Several medicine bottles were scattered on the bed. Tong Ran looked carefully, and then took out the cotton swab and anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine box.

Mo Nanjue sat there, his unbuttoned shirt revealing the delicate collarbone on both sides. He did not move, his eyes locked on her.

“…”

Tong Ran clenched his hands into a fist and put it on his mouth to cough lightly. The man was still looking at her. Tong Ran hurriedly squeezed out a smile and tried to suppress his voice, "Sir Jue, are you very beautiful? You can't extricate yourself?"

“…”

Mo Nanjue's face sank, and he looked like he wanted to catch her and beat her at any time. Tong Ran rolled her eyes. She couldn't take off her mask anyway, so he couldn't punish her if she wanted to.

After thinking about it, she took the cotton swab and dipped it in some potion, pulled open his shirt and applied it carefully.

His wounds were very deep, and even after a few days, he could still see extremely deep traces.
Chapter completed!