Jun Mohan's voice was cold and indifferent, as if what Nalan Xiang'er said had nothing to do with him.
Nalan Xiang'er became anxious when she saw Jun Mohan like this, "Do you really not care about your body? I have been researching for these years, and I have a way to help you now. My body..."
Before Nalan Xiang'er finished speaking, Jun Mohan interrupted her directly and said: "Nalan Xiang'er, if you don't go out, I really can't guarantee what I will do. You also know my style of dealing with things."
Nalan Xiang'er's tense expression relaxed helplessly, "I know what I say, and you won't listen to anything I say. Feng Sujin probably doesn't know about the Hanji disease in you, right?"
Jun Mohan looked at Nalan Xiang'er dangerously, "I don't want her to know about this, and I don't want it to come out of your mouth."
Nalan Xiang'er could feel the killing intent flowing in the air, which was emanating from Jun Mohan.
She knew that Jun Mohan had murderous intentions towards her when talking about Feng Sujin.
Nalan Xiang'er pursed her lips and prepared to turn around and leave.
But when she walked to the door, she said: "A person's life is not his own. Sometimes you have to think about the people around you."
She believed Jun Mohan would understand what she meant by this.
When she walked out of the room, Nalan Xiang'er was blown by the cold wind and sneezed. She had grown up so big, protected by her family and taught by her master, but she only hit the wall again and again in front of Jun Mohan.
But she believed that one day Jun Mohan would agree with her idea.
Ever since she learned about Jun Mohan's Hanji syndrome, she has been studying it.
She made her body into a medicine person, and every part of her body was a combination of miraculous medicines, even her blood was extremely valuable.
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After Nalan Xiang'er left, Jun Mohan's expression remained condensed.
He looked at the document in his hand, but he couldn't read it anymore.
Nowadays, the statistics of the number of people in the southwest, the statistics of the injured, the proportion of houses, and the subsequent home construction issues are no longer in Jun Mohan's mind.
The figures that flashed in his mind were all about Feng Sujin.
Nalan Xiang'er didn't say anything, but he deliberately suppressed some of his longing emotions.
Because sometimes the intense longing and the pain of lovesickness can't help him at all, it will only make him restless and worried about Feng Sujin all day long.
So he didn't think about it and deliberately forgot about it, so that he could have the mind to do other things.
But today, Nalan Xiang'er also mentioned Feng Sujin, which aroused all the thoughts in his heart, like a gushing wave, which he could no longer control.
He was covered up by the flood of longing.
Jun Mohan sighed, put down the documents in his hand, walked to the window, and looked in the direction of the imperial capital.
It's very far away there, even taking a plane would take several hours. I really don't know how Feng Sujin is doing now.
He'll be reminded of the last time he called.
At that time, he was a little angry because Feng Sujin didn't use the check he gave.
Of course, he was injured and had some trivial matters at that time, which inevitably made him a little irritable.
And the most important thing is that Nalan Xiang'er actually came here, and he had no reason to drive her away.
It seemed like he hung up the phone before he could say a few words.
Thinking that those were Hu's words and tone, Jun Mohan's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly started to tremble.
He quickly took out his cell phone and prepared to call Feng Sujin, at least to know if she was okay and if she was angry.