Qiao Ran sent her grandma home and when she returned to the hotel, it was already 11:30 pm.
In the past two years, except for work, Qiao Ran doesn't like to have contact with others.
So when she goes on business trips, she always has the luxury of opening an independent presidential suite. On the entire floor, except for the waiter, she is the only one.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a black figure leaning in the corridor from a distance.
Seeing Han Mo, who was tall and tall, with a resolute and handsome face, Qiao Ran's eyes flashed with a touch of coldness tempered by ice.
"You stupid bitch, you still have the nerve to come here!" Qiao Ran said as he quickly stepped forward and raised his hand to wave at Han Mo's face.
Han Mo quickly took hold of Qiao Ran's hand, turned her around and held her in his arms. He took her finger and pressed it on the fingerprint lock to unlock it. He quickly pushed the door open and went in.
The whole process only takes a few seconds.
"Except for the face, you can hit me as you please!" Han Mo said, letting go of Qiao Ran's hand.
"You bastard, you don't deserve to lose face at all!" Qiao Ran said and raised his hand to hit Han Mo in the face.
Han Mo easily held Qiao Ran's hand, and Qiao Ran waved his other hand, which was held by Han Mo again.
Han Mo seemed to have a calm expression, but Qiao Ran couldn't get out of his hand.
"The face is the last dignity of a man. In front of you, I want to retain the last bit of dignity.
You must have been in a lot of pain after enduring it all day with a forced smile. Hit me, except on the face, and vent all the pain in your heart to me!" Han Mo looked at Qiao Ran with pity and tenderness.
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Qiao Ran's heart suddenly shrank when she saw the tender care in the man's eyes. A kind of boundless grievance and heartache came over her, making her eyes turn red uncontrollably.
But she didn't want Han Mo to see her crying, so she threw herself into Han Mo's arms and bit his shoulder hard.
If he is not allowed to be slapped in the face, then she will bite him hard and bite off all his flesh to see if he dares to provoke her in the future.
But the tip of her nose was filled with the familiar scent of him, and she felt her heart hurt even more, and uncontrollable tears flowed on his strong shoulders.
Han Mo felt as if the flesh on his shoulder was about to be bitten off by her, but thinking about the pain in Qiao Ran's heart, he hugged Qiao Ran tightly in his arms, as passionately as if he wanted to rub her into his own flesh and blood.
The taste of blood slowly filled his mouth, and Qiao Ran slowly let go of his teeth, only to realize that he was being held very tightly by Han Mo, and their posture was very ambiguous.
"Let me go!" Qiao Ran yelled angrily when he couldn't push Han Mo away after several pushes.
"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and like everything to be symmetrical. Please bite me on my left shoulder again!" Han Mo hugged Qiao Ran tightly, resting his forehead on top of Qiao Ran's head, and said in a low voice.
I like symmetry in everything, so why didn't he let her slap him again when she slapped him at the banquet yesterday?
"Bite you one more time, I think my mouth is dirty, please let go!" Qiao Ran was in a bad mood now, and she had no time to make trouble with him.
Hearing the irritability and anger in her tone, Han Mo let go of Qiao Ran and unbuttoned his shirt in front of Qiao Ran without hesitation.
He looked down at a deep oval-shaped tooth mark on his shoulder. There were several deeper teeth marks with blood still flowing out, and he couldn't help but click his tongue twice.
"When did you change your zodiac sign to Dog?"
Qiao Ran didn't want to say another word to him, so he said in a cold voice: "Go away, I don't want to see your face, let alone talk to you. Leave my room quickly, otherwise, I will make your fake death become real death!"
"Qiao Ran, people cannot be resurrected after death. There are no outsiders here. Don't hold back the pain in your heart. Let the pain in your heart be vented. This will make your body feel better, otherwise you will suffer internal injuries."
With Han Mo's current ability, it is normal for him to know the truth, but she has been telling herself that everything is false all day long.
As long as she comes back and takes a nap, she will find that everything was just a dream when she comes back the next day.
But what about now?
Han Mo reminded her word for word in front of her that her grandfather was dead and that what she refused to accept had really happened.
Qiao Ran looked pale and said in a trembling voice: "Not dead, not dead, my grandpa is not dead!" As he said that, he turned and walked towards the big bed.
As long as she sleeps, her grandfather will come back to life.
Seeing Qiao Ran's trembling steps, Han Mo walked over in three or two steps, took Qiao Ran's hand, and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and kissed Qiao Ran's lips, and quickly reached into her lips to explore her lips.
The inside is sweet and soft.
Qiao Ran didn't expect that he would dare to be so frivolous to her at this time. After a brief brain freeze, he was so angry that he immediately closed his teeth and bit off his tongue.
However, as if he had predicted her thoughts, he pulled away in time and backed away a few meters like a nimble leopard.
"It's as sweet as I imagined!" Han Mo smiled evilly and wiped the corners of his mouth.
Qiao Ran was so angry that he asked angrily: "What did you say?"
"Then say it again, Qiao Ran, listen carefully. Your grandpa is dead, and people cannot be resurrected. If you pretend that he is alive, he will also be dead.
Even if you sleep for a hundred years, he will not come back to life. This is what really happened. You are not dreaming. Your grandpa is really dead."
Han Mo's every word was like a knife piercing Qiao Ran's heart.
Qiao Ran felt like his heart was being crushed to pieces by Han Mo.
The last time I felt so heartbroken was two years ago.
"Asshole, Wen Shimo, you bastard bitch, what are you talking about? My grandpa is not dead.
He is just injured and needs to stay in the hospital for a few days. He will recover and be discharged in a few days. You bastard, curse my grandpa, I will kill you!"
Qiao Ran said and kicked Han Mo on the chest.
That kick was so hard that Han Mo stumbled back a few steps.
Looking at Han Mo a few meters away, Qiao Ran's face turned pale.
She thought he was so hateful, so weak, and so cunning that he would definitely avoid her.
However, he did not avoid it.
"You didn't even kick me away. It seems that you have regressed a lot in the past two years!" Han Mo endured the pain in his body and said with a mocking smile.
"So, are you admitting that you are Wen Shimo? You denied it yesterday, and today you admitted so quickly that you are the Wen Shen who cheated his death. Is this because you want me to send you to see the King of Hell earlier?
Since you want to die so much, then I will help you." Qiao Ran said, rushing forward a few steps and punching Han Mo on the head.
Han Mo held his head in his hands and huddled on the ground like a turtle, letting Qiao Ran's fists rain down on the back of his head and back.
"Dead man, you damn god of plague, you know you are an ominous person, why do you come to someone else's birthday party?"
"If you, the god of plague, hadn't come, Lu Mengyao wouldn't have been in love with you, wouldn't have taken action against me to win over you, and my grandpa wouldn't have been pushed downstairs to death!"
"It's you, it's you, it's all you. It's you who killed my grandpa. You should pay for my grandpa's life..."
"..."
Han Mo remained motionless and allowed Qiao Ran to beat him and vent her inner pain.
But he clearly felt that Qiao Ran's punches were lighter than the last, and finally he lay on his back and cried loudly.
"You died a good death, why did you pretend to be dead?"
"You died well, why do you still appear in my world?"
"You died well, why did you come out to harm others?"
"You died well, why don't you continue to die well?"
"..."
Qiao Ran scolded and accused Han Mo. Thinking of the tragic scene of his grandfather's death, Qiao Ran's heart was so painful that even breathing was painful.
The 97-year-old Mr. Lu fell down such a high staircase and hit a vase. He died on the spot.
Qiao Ran calmly said that he was fine in order to find out the murderer behind the scenes.
What the dean said in front of the Lu family was what she asked the dean to cooperate with.
Because on the way to the hospital, she saw that the driver, Lao Zhang, had a call on his cell phone.
She knew that Han Mo would help her take care of everything in advance.
In the operating room, the director led a few team members, and they readily agreed to cooperate with her in acting, which confirmed her suspicion.
Because her friendship with the dean did not allow the dean to lie at the risk of offending Lu Qishan and Xie Ling.
Feeling Qiao Ran's collapse and vulnerability, Han Mo immediately picked up Qiao Ran, who was lying on his back, in his arms, hugged her tightly, and passed on his strength to her.
"sorry!"
I'm really sorry that I let you go through such a painful thing for the first time when I mustered up the courage to come to you.
Han Mo's apology made Qiao Ran shed more tears.
She knew Han Mo was not wrong.
She was shirking responsibility for everything.
Treating the innocent person as a punching bag to vent his bad emotions.