Ye Fan was a little surprised, but after hearing what he said, he rolled his eyes and said nothing.
Mo Wenlang didn't care, and asked her to lie on a table similar to an operating table: "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
To be honest, when he saw the operating table, Ye Fan was a little confused and frowned, "What do you want to do?"
Isn't she trying to dissect her
Mo Wenlang saw this and laughed: "Little Fanfan is so cute. Although I really want to soak you in formalin, I think you should be more interesting alive."
Ye Fan said nothing, but did not move.
Mo Wenlang said helplessly: "Well, if you don't want to lie down, just sit here!"
After speaking, he left, probably what he was preparing to go.
Ye Fan looked around. This room had been converted into a laboratory by him. Looking at the cold containers, Ye Fan felt a chill in his heart. He rubbed his arms and felt a creepy feeling.
Mo Wenlang came back again, wearing a white coat, white gloves and a mask, holding a plate in his hand, and several transparent tubes on the plate, and walked towards Ye Fan with a serious face.
Ye Fan didn't say anything else, looking at the things on the plate, he consciously rolled up his sleeves: "Mo Wenlang, this is the last time. I hope you count the words. It is enough to threaten me once or twice. You can only do three things. Should understand."
Mo Wenlang's hand paused: "So you are reminding me, do you smoke more?"
Ye Fan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Looking down at the tube, watching her own blood flow into the tube and then into the container Mo Wenlang prepared, her face was indifferent, even her eyes did not change.
Mo Wenlang asked her in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"
Ye Fan didn't look at him.
Mo Wenlang wanted to touch her head, but saw his white gloves put his hands back again: "Don't worry, I will smoke a little, really just smoke a little, you believe me."
Ye Fan still ignored him.
The more she looked so calm, as if she didn't worry about her body at all, Mo Wenlang felt very angry.
"Why do you care about that sick child so much?" Mo Wenlang didn't understand: "He treated you like that, and you still stubbornly treat him like that, even your own body, Xiao Fanfan, if you use your life to save him , Will you agree?"
Ye Fan looked at him: "What do you mean?"
Mo Wenlang laughed, but his eyes were not friendly: "Look, as long as I mention that sick child, you will definitely respond to me."
Ye Fan retracted his gaze, when he was air.
Mo Wenlang's eyes were deep and his eyes became frightening: "If I told you that I had a way to save him, what would you do?"
Ye Fan looked at him in amazement, but quickly looked away.
This person was digging a hole for her again, but for Huo Jingyan, she had to jump in again.
Mo Wenlang could see her struggle, and continued: "Do you know why Huo Jingyan is born with a deficiency?"
Ye Fan's heart moved, she wanted to know, but if this person was his, she still didn't want to ask.
"He is a posthumous child, you should know!" Mo Wenlang leaned on the instrument and crossed his long legs at random, as if he was really talking to her. "That was because his father was poisoned and died. He was chronically poisoned. When he was discovered It's almost gone."
Hearing this, something in Ye Fan's mind exploded in an instant, looked at him in disbelief, and moved his lips: "What do you mean..."
Mo Wenlang showed a sardonic smile on his face: "Yes, he shouldn't have come to this world to suffer and suffer because of the selfishness of the old man of the Huo family, he did not listen to advice, and went his own way, which created the tragedy of Huo Jingyan's life. "
Ye Fan's heart seemed to be stabbed a few times with a knife, his nose was a bit sore, and even his eyes were sore and uncomfortable.
"Why are you telling me this?" She didn't believe Mo Wenlang would be so kind.
Her voice was trembling, thinking of that arrogant and childlike man, after all, she did not hold back her red eyes.
Mo Wenlang suddenly bent over to get close to her, took off his white gloves, and reached out to wipe the tears from her face: "Tell you this is not to make you feel sorry for him, and to tell you a fact, regardless of his identity, just rely on it. His physical condition can die anytime, and the most important thing is that he cannot have his own children."
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After coming out of the apartment, Ye Fan's expression was not quite right, his mind was full of unreadable voices, and he walked out absent-mindedly, without even noticing a familiar car parked outside.
"Young master, young lady is coming out." The carriage had been quiet for too long, and Huo Qiu felt that he was suffocating.
Huo Jingyan looked at Ye Fan coming here from a distance, his face did not improve: "Go back."
"Okay, Master." Huo Qiu wanted to get out of the car to pick up Ye Fan, but was swept over by Huo Jingyan with a cold eye, so scared that he wanted to stretch his leg back instantly.
Huo Jingyan said impatiently: "Drive."
Huo Qiu: "???"
What about Mrs. Young
But she didn't dare not listen, so she glanced at Ye Fan not far away and drove away.
Ye Fan didn't even know about their departure, so she hired a taxi to go home.
Standing at the door, Ye Fan took a few deep breaths, trying to restrain his emotions and make himself look as usual.
Yesterday, she confirmed the relationship with Huo Jingyan, and they missed him in one day.
"Huo Jingyan." Ye Fan walked in and saw him sitting in the living room watching TV, with a smile on his face, "How do you feel? Have you eaten?"
As he said, he stretched out his hand to probe his forehead.
But when he reached half of his hand, Huo Jingyan avoided him, his face was a little gloomy, his eyes were cold, and Ye Fan stood awkwardly.
Tucked the corners of his lips: "What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable?"
Huo Jingyan looked at her coldly and sneered: "How am I related to you?"
Ye Fan was stunned. What happened? He looked exactly the same as when he first saw him, especially his cold eyes with undisguised dislike, which made Ye Fan feel a bit tingling.
Before he had time to speak, the man in front of him had an even worse tone: "You don't need to care about me pretentiously, Ye Fan, you are really hypocritical."
He is just a sick child who can die at any time. Why would you think that she would like him? Even if you like it, you would sympathize with him. Have pity on him. He can accept the sympathy and pity of anyone, but she can't.
If this is the case before, Ye Fan just listened to it, but last night they obviously...
"Huo Jingyan, what's the matter with you?" Ye Fan suddenly became a little inexplicable.
But the man in front of him obviously didn’t want to communicate with her and turned his wheelchair to leave, but Ye Fan grabbed the wheelchair: "Huo Jingyan..."
The man interrupted her angrily: "Huo Qiu, are you dead?"
Huo Qiu, who was named, came over and pulled Ye Fan away tremblingly. Huo Jingyan told her not to talk nonsense. She could only hold back and comfort Ye Fan: "Madam, Master is in a bad mood, please be considerate."
She will understand him, and she will not blame him for suddenly changing back to the way he was before. She just feels sorry for him and feels sad for him, and her heart is full of sourness.