Mo Shao's little ancestor is quite arrogant

The two talked too loudly, disturbing Anyang.

Anyang yelled violently, and Lan Xi couldn't laugh or cry.

But he said appreciatively, "I like her very much."

Mo Jingchen raised his brows lightly, "You have a good eye."

"..."

10 minute later.

The door of the ward was opened, Anyang took off his mask and gloves, and said, "Don't waste time, there is nothing you can do if the gods are alive."

Lan Xi was taken aback, "Is there really no other way?"

Mo Jingchen also looked at Anyang, "I think we can try again."

Anyang sneered, "If you have the time, you might as well let him live out his last days and not suffer from the torture of medical treatment."

If, even Mo Jingchen's most trusted Anyang said so.

That really proves that there is no way.

Lan Xi's heart was heavy, and she said unwillingly: "I still want to believe that there are miracles in medicine."

"Are you crazy? Do miracles happen to everyone? What kind of miracle is that?"

"But it's not impossible, is it?"

"It's absolutely impossible for him. After a week, he won't be able to eat after a week. You should understand what will happen to his body at that time, right?"

Lan Xi was silent.

Anyang put on his backpack, "I'm leaving, you can figure it out yourself!"

Mo Jingchen asked, "Where are you going, I'll see you off."

"Need not!"

After the words fell, the person has already left in a hurry.

Lan Xi bit her lip, looked at Lan Xinming lying on the hospital bed, and sighed deeply.

Mo Jingchen said seriously: "Everyone has their own destiny, we all just do our best, okay?"

It's only like this until now, I can't force it.

Mo Jingchen said, "Do you want to take him back to live instead of in the hospital?"

Lan Xi thought for a while and said, "No, let's stay in the hospital for the time being, to be safer."

"it is good."

Anyang called Zhuo Han after leaving the hospital, "Where's you?"

"gone."

"Come and pick me up."

Zhuo Han said unhappily: "Miss, can you be tormenting me, giving me all kinds of orders at every turn, I just want to be alone now."

I had a good drink at the bar last night. Anyang called and told him to pick her up when she arrived at the airport.

It made him find a driver to pick him up at the airport in the middle of the night.

Anyang was not polite at all, "Hmph, don't talk so much nonsense with me, just come if you are told."

Zhuo Han: "..."

Helpless, he could only admit cowardice.

"Then send me the address."

"What the fuck, am I still in the hospital?"

"……Oh!"

Ten minutes later, the car that Zhuo Han had just left came back again.

Stopping in front of Anyang, "You got it done so quickly? Could it be that you killed someone?"

"What are you talking about!" Anyang put his backpack on the car seat, and slapped Zhuo Han on the head, "How dare you say that about me, and want to deliberately ruin my reputation?"

Zhuo Han covered his head, his blood was full of anger, "Can you stop being so stupid and beat me to death, marry me!"

As soon as the words fell, he noticed that something was wrong, and immediately changed his words.

"No, you beat me to a disability and you marry me!"

Anyang was taken aback, and scolded in disgust, "Fart, even if all the men in the world are dead, I will not marry you."

Zhuo Han pursed his lips, "I'm just waiting for your words, please don't touch me in the future, if I don't become disabled every time, I should be disabled."

"Hmph, it depends on your mood."

"Then how do you feel now, Your Majesty the Queen?"

Anyang raised his chin with a proud posture, "It's not good, I'm hungry, take me to eat."

Zhuo Han looked her up and down in disdain, "Eat less, you ate enough for three people in one meal, and I haven't seen you grow any meat, and your figure is still as flat as an airport. It's a waste of food."

AIRPORT?
Anyang looked down at his chest conditionally, and his face turned black like seaweed.

"What's wrong with flat breasts? It's a feature. Don't you have to dangle with big breasts to look good? Isn't it all the same function? Big ones also waste fabric resources. How can I save trouble?"

Zhuo Han: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly, "All right, what do you want to eat?"

"hot pot!"

"Eat hot pot at noon?"

"No way? After a long trip to China, what's wrong with eating hot pot?"

"Okay, let's eat!"

Zhuo Han opened the map to find the location of a hot pot restaurant, and drove there.

Anyang was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, not only crossing his legs but also trembling.

She squinted at Zhuo Han, "You haven't told me why you got drunk in the bar by yourself last night."

Because when Zhuo Han went to pick her up last night, he smelled of alcohol.

An Yang, who knew Zhuo Han well, knew that Zhuo Han didn't like drinking very much, and if he could go to the bar alone in the middle of the night to get drunk, it meant that things were not easy.

Zhuo Han concentrated on driving, "That's called cultivating sentiment, it's not like getting drunk."

"Really?" An Yang said with a sneer, "I remember hearing Mo Jingchen say that you had psychological fluctuations before? Is your attitude towards women different from before?"

"How could it be! I'm still the same me, don't always listen to his nonsense."

Zhuo Han answered without thinking.

He didn't expect that Mo Jingchen would talk to Anyang about everything.

Anyang twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a fierce tone, "You'd better not let me know that you went to get drunk because of a woman, or I'll kill you."

Zhuo Han: "..."

To the hot pot restaurant.

Anyang was bold and ordered a large table of dishes, but the bottom of the pot was actually a health pot.

"What's so delicious about this? Hot pot is meant to be spicy, and this clear soup with little water is boring."

Anyang gave him a cold look, "Sit down, don't BB!"

This stern order made Zhuo Han tremble with fright.

Sitting down with one buttocks, very well-behaved.

Anyang took out a bottle of medicine from his backpack and gave it to him, "One month's supply, finish it."

Looking at the name on the medicine bottle, Zhuo Han looked away.

"I don't want to eat, it's useless."

"Why is it useless? Did you have random thoughts while taking the medicine? It's because you stopped taking the medicine for too long, and your brain went wrong. What are you thinking about? Take your medicine well."

Zhuo Han couldn't listen anymore.

He stared at her fiercely, "You woman, you'd better let me stop when enough is enough, your brain is out of order, what are you talking about?"

Anyang snorted, his eyes showed contempt, "Tell me, Mo Jingchen said that you almost strangled someone to death, isn't that wronging you?"

"..."

Silence is the default.

Anyang opened the medicine bottle, took out a piece and gave it to him.

"So, you must take this medicine."

Zhuo Han looked at the pill in his hand, his eyes were dark.

Yes.

Maybe if he calmed down a bit, these wild thoughts would not appear in his mind, and he would return to his previous state.