The spring breeze is not as long as your love

Su Mowan didn't have time to react or think at all. Looking at the falling window, he could only hug his head instinctively...

However, just when she thought she was going to die...

Mo Yichen suddenly rushed over to protect her...

There was a loud bang.

The tempered glass shattered all over the place, and the window frames were broken and scattered.

Su Mowan only felt a surge of momentum, her ears buzzed, warm liquid flowed down her cheeks, and fell to the ground with a patter, and soon it turned a shocking red.

"Mo Yichen!" Su Mowan exclaimed.

"Young Mistress!" Xiao Zhao rushed over from the car.

"Call an ambulance!" Su Mowan directed.

Mo Yichen was hit on the back, his body was bloody, and it was unknown if his internal organs were damaged.

Su Mowan was terrified, startled and flustered, but still tried to shock himself, quickly searched for the bleeding, and had to stop the bleeding urgently.

There was more and more blood, and Su Mowan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and his little face became paler.

Mo Yichen gradually became conscious, and slowly opened his eyes...

"Don't waste your energy in vain." His voice was hoarse and weak.

Su Mowan frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to owe you favors, and I don't want Yurou to be sad."

Hearing Bai Yurou's name, Mo Yichen's eyes darkened...

Su Mowan bandaged the bleeding point and put his hand on his pulse.

Feeling his pulse, Su Mowan was startled suddenly, and looked at Mo Yichen with disbelief on his face.

"you……"

Mo Yichen withdrew his hand with great effort, and said a word coldly: "Don't meddle in your own business, get out!"

It was just this simple movement, which seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the blood on his face was as pale as paper as if it had been drained.

Su Mowan wanted to make sure again. Just as he was about to grab his hand, suddenly a group of men in black uniforms and sunglasses who looked like bodyguards rushed over.

"Excuse me, the injured must be sent to the hospital immediately."

"Who are you?" Su Mowan asked suspiciously.

"We are the security personnel of the shopping mall." The leading man didn't even look at her, and instructed the others to carry the goods carefully.

Su Mowan's heart sank when he thought of Mo Yichen's pulse just now, and he really couldn't delay any longer.

"I'll go with you." Su Mowan insisted and got into the car.

Xiao Zhao wanted to follow, but was stopped by several men in black uniforms.

The car rushed to the nearest tertiary hospital at a speeding speed.

Mo Yichen was quickly pushed into the operating room for rescue.

Su Mowan stood in the corridor outside the operating room and walked back and forth, anxious.

Suddenly, she thought that she should notify Mo Chenxiao, and she took out her pocket, but found that her phone was missing.

Probably when the accident happened, the mobile phone fell out of her pocket, and she didn't pay attention.

For such an important matter, the Mo family must be notified as soon as possible.

Su Mowan strode towards the nurse's station, wanting to borrow the phone.

Because she was walking in such a hurry, she didn't notice someone coming at the corner of the corridor and bumped into him suddenly.

"Hmm..." Su Mowan bumped his nose, and his eyes turned black from the pain.

The other party was tall, and Su Mowan staggered back from being hit, and was about to hit the bench behind her. A slender, powerful hand with well-defined bones firmly clasped her arm...

Su Mowan was supported, barely stood firm, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, I was walking too fast!" She looked up and apologized.

However, in the next second, Su Mowan froze.

The man was dressed in a black suit custom-made by hand, with a tall and straight figure, exuding a cold aura that should not be entered by strangers, powerful and mysterious.

However, what made Su Mowan shudder the most was the exquisite silver mask on the man's face that looked like a work of art.

The blood all over her body seemed to be frozen in an instant, and she could only stare at the man's face for a moment.

The man's eyes are beautiful, narrow and deep, but they are so cold that there is no temperature, like frozen glaciers, without any emotion.

The silver mask outlined the man's sharp and graceful jawline, and his thin lips were lightly pursed into a straight line, like an emotionless robot.

Su Mowan realized later that the man was still holding her arm, and she was so frightened that she backed away abruptly and broke away from the man's hand.

Maybe she was overreacting.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and an unidentified emotion flashed in his eyes.

Su Mowan realized that he had lost his composure, and hurriedly tried to adjust his emotions.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." She lowered her head, not daring to look at the masked man again.

It's him, the man I met last time...

It was also him, the terrible man she met last in her previous life...

Su Mowan felt her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

The man stood up straight and looked down at her condescendingly.

Su Mowan's heart jumped into his throat, and his mind went blank.

But the man just hooked his lips as if there was nothing there, then stepped forward with his long legs, passed her, and continued to walk forward.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor that the oppressive feeling around him eased a little.

Only then did Su Mowan dare to take a big breath.

She couldn't help but think about that man.

Those eyes somehow reminded her of Mo Chenxiao's charming deep star pupils.

No, what is she thinking?

Su Mowan forced himself to calm down and turned around to see where the man was.

However, the corridor was already empty.

Who is the masked man and why is he here?

In the previous life, this masked man seemed to have some kind of deal with Su Yanran's mother and daughter.

In this life, has Su Yanran hooked up with the masked man?

Will his appearance change the current situation?

Su Mowan only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and he walked to the nurse's station in a state of confusion, and called Mo Chenxiao.

Mo Chenxiao has already received a call from Xiao Zhao and is on his way.

Su Mowan returned to the operating room, sat on the bench, and gradually calmed down.

She put aside the matter of the masked man for the time being, the most important thing right now was Mo Yichen's safety.

The lights in the operating room were still on, showing that the patient was still being rescued.

Su Mowan bit her lips silently.

After all, Mo Yichen saved her at the last moment, and there was still kindness in his heart.

It's just that his paranoid thoughts are really unreasonable.

However, she probably understood why he was so stubborn.

But Mo Yichen was afraid this time would be more or less auspicious. Given his physical condition, he was seriously injured by a falling object, I'm afraid...

Su Mowan clenched her fists tightly, her fingers turned white from her pinching.

People imprisoned by obsession are actually poor people...

She is not the Holy Mother, but Mo Yichen also wanted to save her. She didn't want to see him die like this, just like her in her previous life...

That kind of pain, despair, unwillingness... the death of a person must be so painful, the pain is so painful that the soul cannot rest in peace.

Just thinking about it, the elevator in the hospital opened slowly with a "ding"...

Messy and hasty footsteps from far to near.

Mr. Mo and other members of the Mo family rushed over.

Before the aunt came to the operating room, she couldn't help crying in grief: "Yichen, my son, how is my son..."

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