Your Excellency, I love you!

Mo Huangnian responded in a low voice, "Well, I will take you home later."

She closed her eyes, "Huang Nian, if Yan Chu's surgery fails later, after I die, you can tell Mo Shiche for me to take his daughter and live with Sheng Miao, and write off everything before. Life is only a few decades, don't waste any more in love and hate."

Mo Huangnian didn't refute anything, just looked down at her, "Tangtang, do you still hate him?"

"I don't hate him," Luo Qiangwei hooked her lips, "I have a bad life, and I shouldn't hate anyone."

The door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open.

At the same time as the footsteps sounded, Luo Qiangwei raised her hand and loaded the gun in her hand. Her extremely beautiful face was expressionless, she just looked at the medical staff who came out and the stretcher bed being rolled out.

She even asked calmly, "How is he?"

The doctor glanced at the gun in her hand, somewhat surprised and frightened, but he knew that the woman in front of her was the eldest lady of the Sheng family. The man in the house is the Young Castle Master of the Yan family...he can't be provoked at all.

He just hurriedly said, "The operation was successful, and the injured are out of danger, but they need to stay in the intensive care unit for a period of time to observe the situation, and they can be transferred to the general ward when they get better."

Luo Qiangwei's eyes fell on the man wearing the oxygen mask on the stretcher bed, and she was in a daze for a few seconds without knowing why, "Is he still alive?"

The doctor also wiped off his sweat, "Yes, we are out of danger. The bullet hit the edge of the heart... But fortunately, the rescue was successful. I almost thought it was going to fail a few times on the way. It's really lucky."

Alive, not dead.

Should it be said that God favored it, or should it be said that it will not be let go?

Luo Qiangwei broke free from Mo Huangnian's hand, and walked to the stretcher bed step by step with her numb legs under the skirt.

Yan Chu was in a deep coma and hadn't woken up yet. His handsome face was so pale that blood vessels could be seen. He looked handsome and childish with his eyes closed, like someone who would find butterflies to make her happy, listen to her emotions, A big boy who drank beer and ate fried chicken with her until dawn.

Ah Chu... Who have we changed?

Or maybe we have all changed, and we are no longer who we were when we first met each other.

Luo Qiangwei closed her eyes forcefully, raised her hand, and quickly disassembled the gun in her hand. The bullets and gun shells fell on the edge of the man's stretcher.

During the three years when Mo Shiche 'died', Yan Chu taught her how to load, dismantle and even shoot. He said that in the future, he could protect himself and not be easily injured.

Ah.

It has never been these live ammunition that can really hurt people.

"You have already returned it to me and Mo Shiche, Yan Chu, we have settled, and we will be strangers from now on."

Leaving these words lightly, Luo Qiangwei turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance. She walked unhurriedly and her steps were gentle, but she never turned her head.

The moment he turned around, he was already a stranger.

On the stretcher bed, the unconscious man's thin lips moved subconsciously, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and were instantly absorbed without a trace.

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Because he couldn't go back to Yanjiabao, Mo Huangnian sent Luo Qiangwei to a small villa he bought before. The location is quiet and remote, very suitable for recuperation and living.

Luo Qiangwei ate some lunch made by Mo Huangnian after taking a bath. His cooking was surprisingly good, but she didn't have much appetite, so she reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls.