Morning Star

Chapter 135: The more you think about it, the angrier it becomes. The more you think about it, the m

Ji Fansong looked at him with an expression that said, "So that's what I understand." He smiled and said nothing.

He came to the bedside and looked at Mo Xinglan in amazement: "He was injured so badly, but I didn't expect him to wake up so soon."

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "But it's good that he woke up, which means his life is not in danger."

As he said that, he reached out to feel Mo Xinglan's pulse on his wrist.

Who knew that before I even touched his hand, I heard him say coldly: "Get lost, don't touch me!"

There was even a strong hint of disgust and warning in his tone.

"?!" Ji Fansong's hand stopped halfway and the smile on his face froze.

It's not right to take this hand back, and it's not right not to take it back. And should he keep the smile on his face or not?

Chujiu, who was standing next to Ji Fansong, was also stunned.

He looked at Mo Xinglan in confusion, then raised his eyes to look at Ji Fansong who was standing frozen in place.

I silently said in my heart: The wounded are the greatest, the wounded are the greatest...

After hesitating for a moment, he held Ji Fansong's wrist, which was frozen in mid-air, and said with an apologetic smile, "Well, I'm sorry, Brother Ji, maybe he just woke up and his brain hasn't reacted yet, so he's a little stressed... Hehe, don't bother with him."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Uh... Can you tell how his body is doing now if you don't touch him?"

Mo Xinglan beside her looked at her hand holding Ji Fansong's wrist with a sinister look on his face, murderous intent in his eyes.

As alert as Chujiu, she sensed his coldness and quickly withdrew her hand. She first gave Ji Fansong a polite but awkward smile, then turned her head to glare at Mo Xinglan.

What was he doing? What had she done to provoke him?

Mo Xinglan glared at her not wanting to be outdone.

Ji Fansong smiled knowingly, then shook his head helplessly, and had no intention of checking Mo Xinglan's pulse again.

"Don't worry, Xiaojiu, just remember to make him take his medicine on time every day."

"I'll leave first and won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, he turned and walked out the door.

When Chujiu saw him leaving, he said, "Brother Ji, let me see you off."

So I followed him.

When he reached the door, Ji Fansong suddenly remembered something and looked back at Chujiu who was following behind him: "Xiaojiu, remember not to let Mr. Mo have too much emotional fluctuation. Okay, I'll just send him here."

Then he left without looking back.

When Ji Fansong had already left, Chujiu walked into the room, closed the door, picked up a stool and sat down beside the bed, glaring at Mo Xinglan unhappily.

Mo Xinglan glared back at her.

The four of them stared at each other and no one spoke.

After a while, Chujiu took a deep breath and sighed, and said in a gentle voice: "What happened to you just now? Brother Ji came to check your pulse and your physical condition. Why are you so fierce? And you didn't let him touch you. How can he check your body without touching you? Hmm? Brother Ji spent a lot of panaceas to treat your injuries."

Looking at his pale face, she couldn't help but poke it gently with her hand: "Tell me, you are so injured, why are you still so fierce?"

"..." Mo Xinglan was annoyed by her prodding. He turned his head away, frowned, and said coldly, "Do you think I can't do anything to you because I'm injured?"

He became bolder and bolder, lecturing him and poking him with his hands.

Chujiu was stunned for a moment before withdrawing his hand and sighed: "Honest words are unpleasant to the ear. If you don't like to hear it, I won't say it."

After she finished speaking, she was silent for a while and opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Forget it. She'd better talk less before his injury heals, so as not to make him angry and hurt himself.

Mo Xinglan tilted his head and waited for a long time before he realized that she really didn't speak. The sinister look on his face became even more intense. He felt indescribably irritated.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a knock on the door, followed by a young boy's slightly childish voice: "Sister Xiaojiu, Brother Xinglan's medicine."

Chujiu's drooping eyelashes trembled. He stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and saw A Zao holding a bowl of black medicine.

Ah Zao saw the door open, looked at Chu Jiu and smiled obediently: "Sister Xiao Jiu."

Chujiu took the medicine from his hand and forced a smile: "Thank you, Azao."

He shook his head: "You're welcome, it's my duty."

He hesitated and looked behind Chujiu expectantly. He pursed his lips to say something but didn't know how to start.

When Chujiu saw his expression, she remembered that he had told her before that he wanted to talk to Mo Xinglan after Mo Xinglan woke up.

But she remembered that Mo Xinglan seemed to be angry with her just now, and it might not be appropriate to bring him in now.

So she smiled helplessly and said to him, "Ah Zao, can you come over tomorrow? Brother Xing Lan...he just woke up, he needs to rest for a while."

After hearing this, A Zao lowered his eyes in disappointment, but became energetic the next moment, smiled and nodded, then left.

Chujiu walked into the room, closed the door and put the medicine on the table.

Coming to the bedside and looking at Mo Xinglan who was still tilting his head, he said softly: "I know you are angry, because... I am angry too. But you have to get up and drink the medicine. Or, you can just lie there, but at least turn your head around."

"..."

But he neither spoke nor moved.

Chujiu took a deep breath and continued to speak kindly: "Okay, it's my fault. I won't scold you anymore. Can you drink the medicine? Your health is the most important thing. Don't be stubborn with me, okay? If you don't get up soon, the medicine will get cold, and I'll have to trouble Ah Zao to make another bowl later."

"..."

His long eyelashes trembled and he slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Chujiu tightened her hands at her side again and again. She endured it again and again in her heart, but her previous pleasant expression gradually turned into an irritable one.

The more you endure, the angrier you will be. The more you take a step back, the more you will feel at a loss.

With a look of anger on his face, he raised his legs and knelt on the bed, supporting himself on the bed with one hand and pinching his chin with the other hand to turn his face over.

Mo Xinglan suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her: "Are you tired of living?"

"Am I tired of living or are you tired of living?" She was not afraid at all when she glared at him and spoke in a rage after suppressing her anger for a long time. "You are so badly injured, but you don't take your medicine properly and you are throwing a tantrum here? Huh? I have been patient again and again, and I have spoken to you in a nice tone, so you think I have a good temper, right? I have never been so patient for anyone except you, Mo Xinglan, since I was a child! I tell you, Mo Xinglan, it's a good thing you are not my brother, otherwise I would have to drag you out of bed and force you to drink! But if you push me too far, I will ignore you!"

Mo Xinglan was stunned by her action, but the more he listened, the colder his face became, and his breathing became more rapid. When she finished speaking, his pale lips moved: "Let go."

"No!" Chujiu retorted unyieldingly.

He frowned and spoke louder this time: "Let go!"

"Do not……"

Before Chujiu could finish his words, his body floated up, and then seemed to be thrown out, and finally he fell to the ground with a pain.