That bastard is like a stallion in heat. She senses that he hates her. Why should he treat her like that? Rich people are amazing!
When she thought about herself rushing out of the room and seeing so many pairs of eyes seeing her miserable state, she felt so ashamed that she wanted to die. She wondered if it was the same when she was sent to the hospital.
Why are you so unlucky?
She sniffed and forced a smile: "I don't have any money... Can I borrow a phone and ask a friend to pay the fee?"
The nurse looked at her with pity. What a pitiful little girl. She must have been teased like this only after offending her. Looking at the injuries on her body, she was really miserable.[
She said: "No, your fees have been paid by those people. The medicine is on the bedside table. You can leave the hospital directly after taking it."
Mo Xier smiled bitterly, even so, she couldn't stand penniless on the street wearing a hospital gown.
The nurse guessed her difficulty and handed her a coin: "The public phone is at the door and turn left at the end of the corridor."
She was grateful, but speechless. She was embarrassed and angry at the same time. She hated Nangong Ze with a passion. She had never seen such a bastard who went around in heat.
Fortunately, Mo Fan came over after answering the phone. When he heard that she was in the hospital, he was extremely anxious and went directly to get a new set of clothes from home.
She put it on, and her jealous look made him worried and anxious: "Xie'er, what happened?"
She shook her head, but tears welled up, "Mo Fan, don't ask, I don't want to talk." She didn't even want to think about such a humiliating thing, so how could she say it.
He held her in his arms lovingly, lowering his chin to her hair, with a gentle expression on his sunny face: "Okay, I won't ask."
After a pause, he said in a firm tone: "But, Xi'er, if someone bullies you, tell me and I will make that person pay a higher price."
Smelling the familiar smell of mint on his body, she felt a little calmer. All the grievances and fears were filled with emotion because of his words.
She knew very well that Mo Fan cared about her and was kind to her, so she couldn't help but be moved.
But Nangong Ze, she has already seen how terrifying that person is, and she cannot harm Mo Fan.
The wound on her shoulder hurt a little. After a while, she forced a smile and said, "Well, if I am really wronged, I will tell you. Thank you, Mo Fan."
When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, looking at his rather high-profile motorcycle, Mo Xier was a little frightened.
She always thought that she would rather take the bus than take this plane. The risk was too high, and Mo Fan always thought he was handsome and drove very fast every time.
To other girls, he is the prince of motorcycles. He is young, handsome, sunny, and artistic. Every time they go on a trip together, they are always eye-catching.
But Mo Xier couldn't accept it.
Although Mo Fan is a few years older than her, she always has the illusion that he is like her younger brother who needs to be taken care of and coaxed.
He saw her fear, gently put on the helmet for her, and then said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. As long as I am here, I will protect you and never let anything happen to you."
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After hearing this, she couldn't help laughing. This big boy was like this. He always had a way to make her laugh. She hugged his waist nervously. In order to reassure her, Mo Fan slowed down a little.