…

The wound on Mo Nanjue's waist was deep, and since it was not removed in time after being shot, it also bled and became inflamed, so it was not easy to heal.

You need to rest and make sure you don’t do any strenuous exercise.

In the huge room, the doctor threw the blood-covered cotton ball into the cleaning bag, lowered his head and said, "Young Master Jue, the medicine has been changed. You have a rest first, and I'll get someone to prepare an intravenous drip..."

Mo Nanjue frowned. He pulled on his suit jacket, buttoned it and sat up, raised his legs and walked out.

"Young Master Jue!" The doctor quickly grabbed him, "You need to rest..."

"roll!"

Mo Nanjue coldly shook off his hand. He pressed the bandaged wound on his waist with one hand and walked out of the room with long legs.

The bodyguard quickly followed.

The doctor didn't dare to pull him anymore and just shook his head. It was too painful...

…

Mo Nanjue strode to the banquet hall. By this time, the cake had been cut and the guests were enjoying the buffet.

The man had a cold handsome face and looked back and forth in the hall.

No one was seen for a long time.

Where did she go?!

Did you leave first? Or did you accidentally pour wine on yourself?!

Mo Nanjue pursed his thin lips tightly, and a hint of anxiety overflowed in his eyes. Behind him, footsteps suddenly sounded, "Young Master."

Mo Nanjue's expression turned cold and he tilted his head slightly.

A waiter said respectfully, "The young master is in the back room and invites you to come and have tea."

…

Tasting tea?

Mo Nanjue raised his eyebrows and responded coldly, "Yeah."

The waiter turned around and said, "Please follow me."

After bypassing the winding corridor and passing the door of a room, the waiter deliberately slowed down and heard an unbearable cry. The sound of bed reached my eardrums...

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes slightly, almost his first reaction was that this was not Tong Ran's voice.

Her voice was all too familiar to him, but at this time...that's not what she called her.

The man felt something was wrong for no reason.

In a place like this, if it wasn't specially arranged, who would dare to do this?

Behind him, footsteps sounded again.

Mu Bailiang walked over quickly with a few people, and his voice came first, "Young Master Jue, why are you standing here?"

Mo Nanjue put his hands in his pockets and glanced at him with his handsome face. The corners of his mouth were drawn, "You shouldn't ask me this."

Mu Bailiang looked at the room where the sound came from and motioned to the bodyguard to open the door.

As soon as he opened the keyhole, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Luo Xiao's short hair was messy and he came out with buttons tied up.

Looking at the two people in front of him, he was slightly startled, "You..."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone else walked out of the room. Tong Ran had already changed into a light blue dress and was holding a tissue in his hand to wipe his face.

She lowered her head, her hair covering her cheeks, making her expression unclear.

Mo Nanjue narrowed his narrow peach blossom eyes, glanced at Luo Xiao's buttoning hand, and then fell on Tong Ran.

What is she wiping?

Eye pain?!

Mu Bailiang was the first to speak, "Master Luo, what are you doing?"

Luo Xiao knew that he wanted to cooperate, so he smiled and did not answer.

Two waiters walked into the room and took out the stained sheets to prepare for cleaning.

The diluted milk on it was almost the same as real water stains. Mu Bailiang looked at it and raised the corners of his mouth without any trace.

Mo Nanjue's eyes flicked across the bed, his gaze fixed on the middle of the sheets. He raised his lower eyebrow slightly and looked at the milk glass brought out by the waiter.

This method...

Professional deployment?!
Chapter completed!