Mo Jiu returned to her room, took the laptop on the table, sat on the soft sofa, and began to continue writing a document.

It was done quickly, and he stretched his waist.

The cell phone rings.

Mo Jiu connected it: "hello, thisgeoffrey...yes,i've                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    �

After sending the email, Mo Jiu closed the notebook and yawned.

He put the notebook back on the table casually and accidentally knocked down a photo placed in the center.

Mojiu quickly put it back.

Looking at the woman with a kind and gentle smile above, he also smiled softly.

In the photo, the woman is wearing a long white dress, like a holy angel. A seven or eight-year-old boy stood beside her. The boy snuggled up to her affectionately, with an extremely bright smile.

This woman is nothing else, she is Fang Yachun.

When she was young, she had more elegant temperament and charming charm than she is now, and she was pure and clean.

Ling Banxia seemed to have slept too much in the morning, and it was almost twelve o'clock. She was still tossing and turning in the bed, but she just couldn't sleep.

She got out of bed and planned to go find Mojiu. If he didn't sleep, she would chat with him.

Ling Banxia went outside his room and knocked on the door gently.

However, no one responded.

He is already asleep, right? Then don't bother him! He is already troubled by him enough. Even if someone owes her money, it doesn't make sense to be her nanny.

When Ling Banxia was about to leave, she suddenly touched the door with her hand.

Only then did she realize that the door was not closed, but was just a false cover.

Why doesn’t he close the door when he is asleep? He hasn’t fallen asleep yet? But why doesn’t he respond to himself?

No! She wants to go and have a look!

Ling Banxia pushed the door open, and the scene in front of her seemed to have been dug out of her heart.

Mo Jiu fell to the ground with a ferocious face.

Ling Banxia rushed to him and found that Mo Jiu's face was pale and blood was traced.

She shook him in panic and called him, but he didn't respond.

Only in the end did his body tremble violently and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The sound of ambulance sounded, sounding on the noisy highway.

...

The sun was still bright and shining in through the window, but the darkness in front of Ling Banxia gradually became stronger. The chaos in her brain made her feel as if something was about to rush out.

"Do you know you almost died?" When you woke up in the hospital, the first voice Mo Jiu heard was from Ling Banxia. This low voice as cloudy as winter, filled with fear and anger.

Mo Jiu looked at her, her eyes full of indifference, and her pure black eyes were as quiet as the lake surface without any ripples.

"I know." He replied softly.

"What time do you go to bed at night?"

Mo Jiu did not answer her question, but turned her head over and looked at the ceiling blankly.

Ling Banxia's pupils were trembling, and they gradually became darker because they were covered with tears.

Her tone was still heavy, and she slowly repeated what the doctor said just now, scaring her to almost fall down: "The doctor said that judging by your physical condition, the total sleep time of a week will not exceed twenty-four hours."

Looking at his still bloodless face, Ling Banxia sighed, trying to calm her mood, and asked, "You only slept for less than three hours a day on average, what are you doing?"

Mo Jiu didn't answer again, with a cold expression, as if she had hidden all her feelings and turned into a cold sculpture, without any movement.

"Why don't you speak?" Ling Banxia couldn't help but she slid across her cheeks, leaving a mark. Even though she couldn't figure out what she felt about him, she couldn't deny the heartache and panic when she saw him having an accident.

Silence came for a long time, and tears rolled down and became silent.

First of all, what breaks the dead silence is Mo Jiu's voice:

"You really love to cry."

Ling Banxia took a breath, turned her face and wiped away the tears from her face. The sun was dazzling, her eyes were sore and painful, and tears kept filling her eyes, but she couldn't control them.

Mo Jiu sat up and squinted her eyes.

Staring at Ling Banxia, ​​the corners of his lips suddenly became curved.

"Okay! Stop crying!" He reached out and gently wiped off her tears that had fallen down with his fingertips, comforting him, "Last night was the best I slept. It should be twelve o'clock when I fainted, right? It's seven o'clock in the morning. It's seven hours in the morning. This is a blessing for you! Thank you."

"When is it, you still say this!" Ling Banxia said angrily.

"Don't worry, my body has not yet been dead, so I shouldn't die."

"Is this your attitude towards your life?" Ling Banxia only felt angry.

Mo Jiu smiled indifferently, found her clothes next to her and replied: "That's right! For me, the days of living are worth cherishing."

He was about to change his clothes, and Ling Banxia quickly opened her eyes.

"I saved you yesterday, and you saved me today, so we're even."

When he looked at Mo Jiu again, his whole body had returned to his original handsomeness and handsomeness.

Ling Banxia didn't know what to say, so she could only stare at him angrily and said with a warning: "Don't do this in the future. Don't drink coffee or stay up late."

Mo Jiu turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. There was a hazy gap between his heroic eyebrows and eyes, as if something was incredible to him.

He asked, "Why do you talk to me in the tone of your family?"

Ling Banxia didn't want to joke with him at all, and her face was solemn: "I'm just talking like this! I tell you, you are not allowed to treat your life like this..."

Mo Jiu listened carefully, suddenly his eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "You are afraid that no one will pay you back if I die, right?"

Ling Banxia was stunned.

Why did I become unsure of the answer to this question? Isn’t this a sure thing? I and him are just a relationship between creditors and debtors.

"Yes! That's it." When she answered, there was a faint tenderness in her serious voice. For some reason, her heart suddenly hurt, and it hurts very much.

"With your daily routine, I'm so embarrassed to say that I want to go to bed early and get up early to take care of my skin?" Ling Banxia scolded.

“Being beautiful is your need!”

“Isn’t it your need to survive?”

"Yes! So I won't do this again. Remember, don't learn from me!" Mo Jiu was also a little apologized, not only making her worried, but also not setting a good example for her. It shouldn't be!

"Of course! I just died once, and from now on, I will definitely live well."

Ling Banxia completed the discharge procedures for others for the first time. Although she was a little nervous, she felt very accomplished.

Thinking about myself in the past, I didn’t even know how to register for a hospital, but now I know it.
Chapter completed!