She paid off her life for Mon Nanjue.

This thought came up, like a possessed soul, and could not be shaken away.

Luo Xiao did not dare and did not want to think about it. He forced himself to put aside the idea of ​​denial. He was always firm. The relationship between them for twenty-one years could not be destroyed by Mo Nanjue who had entered halfway.

How is that possible?

Yes, it's impossible. Xiao Ran loves him. Even if Xiao Ran has a place in his heart, as long as she returns to him, he will be sure to let her forget it completely.

"You are the one who is unworthy!" Mo Nanjue pressed against Luo Xiao's waist tightly, making him unable to move. The man's fist slammed on his face, "She comes out safely, and you can go in with silence!"

A severe pain came from his right cheek, and Luo Xiao licked the blood on the corner of his mouth. He was not willing to be outdone, so he punched him. After avoiding it, Mo Nanjue was pulled over and then hit him with his backhand.

On the empty corridor, two equally tall men were fighting each other, and from time to time, the sound of fists hitting their bodies, the walls and floors were kicked, and sometimes there were brittle bones.

Both of them fought to the death, holding each other apart, and neither of them was willing to let go first.

Chen An was sitting on the seat outside and was unwilling to get involved in this kind of thing, which shows that the situation is getting worse and worse. If this continues, someone will have to die.

When he got up and walked over, Mo Nanjue was pressing Luo Xiao against the wall. He clenched his punch. Luo Xiao quickly turned his head and hit the snow-white wall, shaking the wall dust off. Bang-

The man's knuckles became red and swollen in an instant.

Mo Nanjue became fierce and fierce, as cold and cruel as a lone wolf. Luo Xiao was breathing. When the punch hit him, he could feel the wall behind him trembling.

Both of them had broken corners of their mouths, and the blue-purple wounds were smudged. Compared to Mo Nanjue, Luo Xiao was even more injured. Half of his shoulders were swollen and his forehead was also scratched.

Seeing this, Chen An hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Mo Nanjue's arm and pulled half of his body away. He knew the man's temper, so it would be bad if he continued like this in the hospital. "Jue, I have something to tell you, come with me."

"I'll tell you something later," Mo Nanjue's chest was slightly undulating, and his black eyes stared at Luo Xiao, "I'm not available now."

"About this afternoon," Chen An pulled him away, knowing that only this name could make him stop, "Do you listen to Tong Ran's affairs?"

Sure enough, as soon as Chen An said, the two men around him looked at him at the same time. Mo Nanjue's eyes lit up, and his hand, which was tightly clutching Luo Xiao, suddenly released, pushing him away with force, "Get out!"

Luo Xiao was not fighting with her. He tidied up the collar of his shirt by himself, walked straight to the seat that had not yet been affected, sat down, supported his hands on his knees, and hung his head on his wrist.

Mo Nanjue glanced at his calm posture and felt even more unhappy. He wanted to go forward, but when he thought of what Chen An said, he followed him over. Broken lights were pouring in at the end of the corridor. The man narrowed the corners of his eyes, "What's wrong in the afternoon?"

Chen An knew that he was angry. Since childhood, he had never seen Mo Nanjue except the Mo family. Because of who was angry, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it on, "What do you think of Han Qingqing's death?"
Chapter completed!