The routine of marriage first and love later is slightly sweet

The doctor left after a few instructions, and soon there were only two people left in the ward, Irene and Su Mozhe. She pulled a chair and sat beside him. Su Mozhe was still awake, and his quiet appearance with his eyes closed seemed pleasing to the eye. a lot.

Propping his head to observe his sleeping face carefully, the guilt in his heart became heavier.

I have to say that he is really good-looking. Except for Jun Mofan, she has rarely seen such a good-looking person. Every organ seems to be carefully carved, and the combination is even more eye-catching. People are excited.

Thinking of the unclear words he said to her before, she couldn't control her beating heart and screamed for it. Why did she feel this way? Could it be that she was also sick?
It must be because looking at Jun Mofan and Lin Xiaosen is so comfortable these days, that's why I feel uncomfortable, and it has nothing to do with this man.

There was still a small table beside her, before she finished her lunch, she stood up, approached him gently and pushed the small table to the other side of the hospital bed.

Her body gradually approached, her soft hair hung down and fell not far from the tip of Su Mozhe's nose, the fragrance of her hair was absorbed by him along the air, it seemed that the air in the ward was not enough, it was suffocating.

Su Mozhe's Adam's apple twitched, and his heart began to accelerate uncontrollably. The machine connected to him was recording the data of his heartbeat in real time. When it reached a certain value, it suddenly lit up red. lights, start calling the police.

Hearing the alarm from the machine, Irene's heart that had just let go was twisted into a ball again. She began to panic and bewildered, and slapped Su Mozhe's face a few times to wake him up.

"What's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

She looked at the machine that was turning on the light, and subconsciously reached out to ring the alarm bell on the bedside. Just when her hand was about to touch it, Su Mozhe reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his eyes and pulled out the ventilator on his nose. Irene looked down at her in astonishment, and in the next second Su Mozhe had already hugged her into his arms.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

She didn't realize that she was being eaten tofu, and her first concern was Su Mozhe's physical condition. The corners of Su Mozhe's mouth rose slightly, and he patted her on the back, "I'm fine, why should something happen to me? Take it easy, don't be too serious nervous."

Irene raised her head and just fell into his deep eyes. A blush instantly floated on her cheeks, and there were heartbeats one after another. It was hard to tell whose it was.

The fork inserted into the spaghetti shook and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, interrupting the ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them.

Irene pushed her away slightly, and walked out the door like a little girl who did something wrong with her head down.

"I'll call the doctor for you."

Su Mozhe doesn't know if he is sick or not?I just blamed my heart for being so disappointing, it started beating wildly after just a little intimate contact, it was really puzzling.

Su Mozhe took her hand again, and dragged her back to the seat to sit down.

"I'm fine, eat with me."

The fork had fallen to the ground, and Irene stood up and helped her replace it with a new one, watching him devouring the food and staying quietly by her side.

"You like mine, don't you?"

Su Mozhe didn't look up. If he did, he would definitely be able to catch Irene's panicked expression.

"I didn't! What are you talking about?!"

Subconsciously denying it, she tried her best to recall Jun Mofan's appearance in her mind, but all she could see was Su Mozhe's affectionate eyes.

"You can deny it now, but you can't lie to yourself for long. I like you."

The simple four words, although plain, are enough to cause an uproar in Irene's heart.

The lights in the bar are dim. Although the decoration has been renovated many times, it still gives people a feeling of disrepair every time from its appearance.

Zhou Ziyue drank with Jun Mofan for the first time after returning to China. He wanted to go to some high-end bar to drink 10,000+ foreign wine, but he didn't expect to go to such a casual place.

"Jun Mofan, so I'm worth this price in your heart?" Zhou Ziyue teased, without concealing his inner disgust.

"It's your honor to be here." Jun Mofan didn't turn his head, and concentrated on drinking the wine in his hand.

Today's wine is dark blue, it is newly made by the bar owner, and I haven't had time to name it yet.

"But by the way, what exactly do you want to do when you call me here today?"

As soon as he got off work, Jun Mofan sent him a string of addresses to come over, he didn't say anything, his eyes were indifferent, no matter what he asked, he didn't answer.

Thinking about how proud he was in love in the company today, it must have been a few hours before the two of them broke up again.

Jun Mofan reached out and touched the brow bone, with a slightly irritable expression, he reached out his hand and took out a photo from his shirt pocket, the man on it was unfamiliar yet familiar.

Zhou Ziyue held the photo and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see any clues. He took the photo again on the bar counter, tapped the table with his knuckles a few times, and raised his eyebrows.

"What is this? Your long-lost brother? You won't let me investigate this and that again, right? Let me tell you, I majored in finance in college, not a detective!"

It's really a strange combination of being still and moving. Compared with Jun Mofan, Zhou Ziyue seems very noisy.

The last drop of the blue liquid in the wine glass also disappeared down Jun Mofan's throat. He suddenly became serious and turned to look at Zhou Ziyue, "Do you think he is handsome or me?"

Hearing this sentence, Zhou Ziyue really had an unbelievable expression on his face. His pupils trembled, but he kept holding back his laughter. He looked at Jun Mofan and then at this photo. In the end, he failed to manage his expressions and laughed loudly. .

Feeling that his dignity had been insulted, Jun Mofan turned his face away, took the wine glass and poured himself a glass of white wine again in one gulp, what he said was like a sharp knife piercing Zhou Ziyue's heart.

"Okay, starting tomorrow, I will send someone to send you to a small company abroad, and you will not be allowed to come back within three years."

Hearing this, Zhou Ziyue quickly restrained his smile, he was still ruthless, his voice softened, he picked up the photo again, and said firmly: "You are handsome! Of course you are handsome! Is there another possibility! You But the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life!"

Not knowing whether he had already got the answer or was feeling agitated, Jun Mofan raised his hand to take the photo, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into a nearby trash can, his expression became even more depressed.

"A new rival in love?"

In this world, perhaps only Lin Xiaosen could make this man so jealous.

"No, only equal strength can be called an enemy. Komori is already mine, so he is just a villain who is overconfident."

Jun Mofan's expression revealed self-confidence and disdain, and there was a feeling of gnashing his teeth. Zhou Ziyue suddenly became curious, who would not want to go against him.