Chu Han was so heartbroken that he eventually went to the hospital.
It was already three o'clock in the morning when Wen Xin and Jun Mohan returned home. A huge sorrow spread over them and they didn't speak a word all the way.
The sudden death of their loved ones made their world seem to be in despair.
When the puppy heard his owner coming back, he stretched excitedly, then jumped off his little bed, ran towards Wen Xin, put his front legs on her legs, and tried to jump up and kiss her face.
"Go, go, go," Jun Mohan kicked it aside and said to Wen Xin calmly, "Go to bed early, you still have to go to work tomorrow."
“I’ll take care of Mo Rou’s affairs.”
When it comes to going to work, Wen Xin nodded woodenly. To be honest, she didn't have the energy to go to work at the moment.
She didn't spend much time with Jun Morou, but she always treated her as her own sister. She was very sad when her sister died.
But she couldn't not go to work. She was accepted as an exception and given this opportunity. She couldn't give up and let others down.
Especially this person is Wang Dong.
Looking up, she said to Jun Mohan: "Uncle, please accept my condolences."
"Yes, I know."
Jun Morou did not die. Because she was rejected by Jiang Yan, she had no interest in going to work. When she was about to board the plane, the chief flight attendant stopped her and asked other people to switch flights with her. The girl died for her.
After drinking for an afternoon, she felt dizzy. She glanced at her turned-off phone, stumbled to her feet, charged her phone, and went downstairs alone.
It's dark.
She took a taxi to the hospital. At this moment, she still had a trace of rationality. The late night wind blew on her body and she shivered with cold.
She wanted to go to the hospital, her stomach churning. She covered her chest and ran to the side, accidentally bumping into someone, and the vomit went directly towards Jiang Yan, who was in casual clothes.
"ah!"
Jiang Yan stepped back in disgust, his white coat was covered in vomit. He shook off the filth on his clothes and quickly took them off and stuffed them into the trash can next to him.
I wanted to lose my temper, but when I looked up, I saw Jun Morou, who was still vomiting and had a pale face.
He thought he was seeing things and walked closer.
Instant ecstasy.
He immediately walked over, held her shoulders and said, "Jun Mo Rou, Jun Mo Rou, you are not dead."
Jun Morou raised the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, then raised her head slightly, with a hint of drunkenness on her face. She looked at him shyly and said, "Are you Doctor Jiang?"
"Yes, I'm Jiang Yan. How did you get so drunk?"
"Don't you know a girl shouldn't drink alone?"
"Do you know what danger is? Especially for a pretty girl like you."
Jun Morou was annoyed by Jiang Yan's incessant words. She slapped him on the face and staggered.
"No, you are not Dr. Jiang. Dr. Jiang is not so gentle. He doesn't like me..."
"He hates me."
"Why?" Jiang Yan frowned and said calmly: "I don't hate you, I..."
She pouted, pushed Jiang Yan away, and stumbled upstairs. She accidentally kicked the step and her whole body fell forward.
"Be careful," Jiang Yan's heart slammed. He dropped his backpack and ran towards her. When she was about to fall, he picked her up, and the two of them fell down the stairs.
With someone to cushion her back, Jun Morou lay comfortably on him and fell asleep.
"Damn it, wake up."
Without making any sound, she changed to a more comfortable position lying in his arms, and lifted his feet and stuffed her feet under his legs, letting him hold them down.
His hands restrained his waist.
She fell asleep comfortably in his arms.
At this moment, the security guard came over and joked, "Doctor Jiang, it's not good for you to get so excited here!"
"If I take this off, I'll freeze to death."
Jiang Yan was speechless and scolded coldly: "You have no sense? Why are you standing there? Help! This woman is drunk. I just saved her life, and she entangled me like a sleeping bag."
"Haha, so that's how it is. I'll be right there."
The security guard came over and saw Jun Morou's slender legs under her long skirt clamped around Jiang Yan's waist. He said with a smile: "Doctor Jiang, I shouldn't be able to pull her apart in this position."
"Why are you so frivolous? Hurry up and pull her out."
The security guard muttered, "It's not like pulling out carrots."
"She's just a carrot to me, hurry up."
The security guard tried to pick up Jun Morou, but she was clinging to Jiang Yan too tightly and he couldn't pull her apart.
Jiang Yan tried to pull away, but the woman on him was like a snake, pressing her legs against his waist again, and her hands did not forget to tighten, and her breath from her nostrils spread into his throat.
He felt that his bad temper was about to explode, and it was already boiling over his head. He irritably urged the security guard, "Hurry up and ask someone to send this woman to my office."
With the two security guards taking turns to guard the place, they finally forcibly separated Jun Morou and Jiang Yan. Jiang Yan carried her into the dormitory and then called Wen Xin.
Wen Nuan tossed and turned for an hour but still couldn't fall asleep. She was watching the news about airplanes, feeling a chill in her heart. At this moment, Jiang Yan's cell phone rang. She frowned and turned over.
"Hello, Dr. Jiang, what's up so late?"
Hearing the voice of his beloved, Jiang Yan felt a little pain in his heart, but he still said calmly: "Mo Rou..."
Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Wen Xin, "She's gone. No one will bother you anymore."
"No, I mean Mo Rou is not dead."
Not dead?
Tears instantly fell from Wen Xin's eyes because of these two words. She couldn't help but asked anxiously, "Are you saying that Jun Mo Rou is not dead?"
"Yes, she was drunk and resting in my office. I couldn't wake her up and I didn't know her home address, so I called you."
"Haha! Really?"
"Okay, okay, I'll be right there, woooo~~"
Wen Xin cried and laughed at the same time: "Thank you, our family has been in pain for a long time because of her. Thank you, please help me take care of her."
"Well, don't worry, I'm here!"
Wen Xin hung up the phone and ran towards Jun Mohan's room barefoot without even having time to put on her shoes.
"Uncle, uncle, wake up."
Jun Mohan, who had not slept in the first place, walked over and opened the door. Seeing Wen Xin's face full of tears and crying and laughing at the same time, he frowned, his eyes fell on her bare feet, and he picked her up and walked towards his bedroom.
"Wait, uncle, what are you doing?"
Wen Xin was so frightened that she was incoherent, her big eyes filled with timidity. Thinking of the kiss on the Ferris wheel yesterday, she couldn't help but put her hands around his neck.
Putting her down, Jun Mohan said calmly: "You are not allowed to go barefoot in the future."
Commanding tone.
"Oh! I forgot the important thing. Mo Rou is not dead."
Jun Mohan blinked his eyes, his eyes full of sorrow, "Don't comfort me about this. I'm a man, not so fragile as to threaten my own life."
"Really, uncle, Jun Morou is not dead. She is in the hospital, right here in the hospital. She is a very nice person," he said with a warm smile. Only then did he see a hint of expectation in his sad eyes.
"Who said that?"
"Jiang Yan."
Jun Mohan's mood was like a roller coaster, falling from the sky to the ground, and then flying from the ground to the sky, intertwining with each other. Looking at Wen Xin's smiling eyes, he hurriedly asked: "Mo Rou is not dead? Is it true?"
"Really? Jiang Yan called me and told me that Mo Rou is in his office now, drunk."
"Oh my god, uncle, I'm so happy that Mo Rou is not dead."
Jun Mohan was ecstatic. He picked her up and helped her put on her shoes and clothes, serving her like a child, and the whole process was done in one go.
He said anxiously: "Wait here for me, I'll call home."
In Jiang Yan's office, Jun Mohan looked at his sister and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he said to Jiang Yan, "Thank you for taking in my sister this time."
"It doesn't matter. It will be dawn soon. Take her away!"
"Yeah!" Jun Mohan walked past Jiang Yan and walked towards the hospital. He said to Jiang Yan warmly, "Doctor Jiang, Mo Rou didn't do anything extreme, did she?"
Thinking of Jun Morou treating him as food and clinging to him like an octopus, he felt a headache and said, "No."
"That's good, we'll take her back now."
Jiang Yan looked at her, quietly, for a long time.
Jun Mohan happened to catch this scene. He frowned and leaned over to hug Jun Morou with some annoyance.
As soon as she stretched out her hand, Jun Morou closed her eyes and resisted, "I don't want you, I want Doctor Jiang."
"Doctor Jiang, give me a hug."
Jiang Yan's face was so gloomy that he stepped back in fear, feeling extremely embarrassed.
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