"Enough!"

"What, that's enough?" Mo Nanjue lowered his head, and his beautiful thin lips brushed his ears. The man's voice was magnetic and charming, "Aren't you a young master? Han Qingqing is lying here now. I'll ask someone to take a photo of Luo Xiao immediately. If you can shout "Young Master" to the photo here, I will call you "Master, how about it?"

"Enough! I told you to stop talking!"

Leng Qing's whole body began to tremble violently. How could he bear such stimulation? He reached out and pushed Mo Nanjue's hand away, but how could the man let it go? He put his five fingers together and grabbed it tighter. "Answer me! Didn't you follow Luo Xiao? Can you change his head and face for him through fire and water? Are you still afraid that a woman will not be able to do this now?"

“…”

Mo Nanjue's eyes opened and he was ruthless, "I'll tell you to speak!"

Leng Qing was almost collapsed, and he raised his hand and was about to push him away, "Mo Nanjue!"

"Shut up!" Mo Nanjue kicked under his feet, and Leng Qing was kicked to the ground. The man raised his slender right leg and stepped on his shoulder. His handsome face was full of sinister, "Don't be shameless, can you shout my name like this?"

Leng Qing was stepped on her shoulder, her face turned red with excitement. He gasped, but the breath that was blocked in his heart could not dissipate, "Let me go!"

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes and said, "Why don't you ask your young master to save you?"

“…”

Leng Qing closed her eyes and opened it again until her breathing was stable. He raised his eyes and met the man Hei Yao's pupil, "Young Master Jue, I'm sorry, I'm rude."

Mo Nanjue raised his eyebrows lightly, but his feet did not let go. Chen An turned around the page of magazines and glanced at him, "Jie, don't flatten the strong chest muscles that people have worked hard to make."

Leng Qing: “…”

"You're just talking nonsense."

Mo Nanjue moved his toes away from Leng Qing's shoulders, and his body leaned back into the sofa next to him, "Get up."

Leng Qing opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, then stood up with her body on her back.

Mo Nanjue raised his legs and looked at him.

He didn't say anything, that was to give him a chance to speak. Leng Qing naturally knew this. He turned his head and looked at the hospital bed again, "Why didn't she... die?"

"I can let her die soon."

"..." Leng Qing turned her face and spoke in a respectful way, "Young Master Jue, why is she still alive?"

Mo Nanjue kicked Chen An after hearing this and signaled him to explain. Chen An closed the magazine unhappily, "It's because he is not dead. Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

Leng Qing: “…”

Mo Nanjue's face darkened, Chen An put his hands on it, and then he spoke, "At that time, she was injected with the drug that caused madness and became crazy. Then, by chance, Jue was given a pacifier. After the two were fused, a fatal toxin was produced. She was already dead."

Leng Qing had a thorn in her eyes.

Chen An continued, "But God doesn't seem to want her to die. You should know that she was left in the slum before, right? She must have been infected with a disease at that time. You must know about this, AIDS."

Leng Qing was shocked when he heard this. He couldn't believe it, "Then she..."
Chapter completed!