"Mr. Nan, Young Master is awake." Jiulong said boldly.
Nan Feng Xiao frowned, hung up the phone with an "um".
The Thunder did not dare to delay, started the sports car and drove out at a very fast speed.
…
Inside Mo's house, Warmth didn't know when he fell asleep, and suddenly awakened when he heard the knock on the door.
Warmth didn't even think about it, I sat up from the bed and couldn't wait to open the door.
"Miss Wen, I'm awake."
As soon as the maid's voice fell, the warmth had pushed the maid out to rush out, better to meet Jiulong who was waiting at the door.
Looking at the warm and happy look, Jiulong suddenly became unbearable and stretched out his hand to stop the warmth.
A warm smile froze on his face, looking at Jiulong puzzled.
Why stop her
"Miss Wen, I said I didn't want to see you, let you leave." Jiulong said in a low voice, looking at his warm and discolored face, he awkwardly turned his face away.
Warmly froze in place, looking at Kowloon in disbelief, "Tang Yichen doesn't want to see me?"
Warmth said, he pushed away Jiulong's hand and walked inside.
"Miss Wen, this is the order of the young and old. As for your luggage, someone has been sent back to your uncle's house."
The warmth was completely trapped, I couldn't even speak, looked at Jiulong in a daze, and said with difficulty, "Is this really Tang Yichen's order? He let me go?"
As he spoke warmly, his eyes flushed suddenly.
Since you don't like her so much, why risk your life to save her
"I'll just look at him, OK?" Looking at Jiulong warmly and humblely, "Jiulong, I beg you."
Jiulong stood in embarrassment and didn't know what to do.
Knowing that this would only make the two of them more uncomfortable, Jiulong nodded his head deadly and moved away from his side.
"Thank you, Kowloon."
Warm and grateful said to Jiulong, and couldn't wait to walk into Tang Yichen's bedroom.
Pushing open the door, he warmly saw Tang Yichen sitting up, leaning against the head of the bed, looking at something in his hand.
"Get out, I want to be alone for a while."
Tang Yichen didn't know who came in, and without raising his head, he gave coldly.
His weakness can still be heard in his voice, and his voice is not as strong as usual.
"Tang Yichen." Warm said softly.
Tang Yichen suddenly raised his head, looked at the woman who appeared in front of him, panicked and stuffed the things in his hands into the quilt.
"Who let you in, go out!" Tang Yichen growled coldly.
Warm and not listening, he bit his head and walked to Tang Yichen's side.
"Tang Yichen, are you feeling better?" Warm like a chicken that was defeated, standing in front of Tang Yichen cowering.
"Don't let you leave, why are you still here?" Tang Yichen said, took the book next to him, and looked down at him blankly.
Warm feels that Tang Yichen really hates her, but why should he save her
The warmth brought a bitter smile, and further stood beside Tang Yichen.
"Tang Yichen, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat." Warm muttered to himself.
"No." Tang Yichen refused mercilessly, warm and pale.
"Then do you want to drink water? I'll go..."
"You can roll." Tang Yichen patted the book in his hand heavily, staring at the warmth blankly.
Tang Yichen let her go
There was a bitterness in the warm heart, and the eyes and nose were sour and uncomfortable, and he resisted the tears from falling.
"Why did you save me?"
Tang Yichen almost didn't hear the warm voice as soft as a mosquito.
Tang Yichen stared at the warm aggrieved face, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.