Su Yiren looked up and glared at him.

Has the young man's words become more and more vicious recently?

"I'm just telling the truth," Jing Yong didn't think he did anything wrong, "Look, he's sitting there motionless, maybe he has fainted, I think we should call the emergency number right away."

"I'll go and see."

Su Yiren was about to get up to check on Mo Jingchuan, but Jing Yong saw her get up and immediately rushed out of the pavilion, "For things like this, it's enough for a small person to come, you just stay here and listen to the news."

"That's fine."

He was willing to find out the truth, and Su Yiren didn't argue with him, anyway, she had surveillance here and could see it.

As soon as the door opened, Mo Jingchuan opened his eyes.

As soon as he saw Jing Ying's ugly face, he closed his eyes silently again. Jing Ying snorted coldly, "You are quite patient, but I tell you, Yiren has already spoken. If you have the ability, starve yourself to death here, don't expect her to let you in."

"I have always been quite capable."

Mo Jingchuan's voice was as light as a mosquito. The bright morning sunlight shone on his face, and the blood vessels under his pale skin could almost be seen. The few words he uttered slowly seemed to have used up all the strength he had accumulated for a long time.

Jing Ying glanced at his wrinkled suit, and his shiny high-end leather shoes were also covered with dust and looked gray.

It matched his current situation very well.

With a cold snort, Jing Ying slammed the gate again and ignored Mo Jingchuan.

Su Yiren in the small pavilion had already seen Mo Jingchuan's situation, her brows furrowed, but she didn't say anything, she got up and went upstairs with her computer.

Jing Yong was silently guarding downstairs.

As long as Mo Jingchuan was there, he would be there, and he would never give Yiren a chance to forgive Mo Jingchuan!

He was still there in the afternoon.

In the evening, he was still guarding the door. When cooking, Jing Yong deliberately added a lot of spices, so that the fragrance would drift to the outside of the yard with the evening breeze, so that Mo Jingchuan, who was hungry and thirsty outside, would know it.

During the meal, he deliberately opened the gate with a full bowl of food, "Mo Jingchuan, aren't you hungry?"

"Mo Jingchuan?"

"Mo Jingchuan!"

He called out several times, and Mo Jingchuan, who was leaning against the wall, finally raised his eyelids with difficulty, glanced at him lightly, and shook his head.

Jing Yong snorted coldly. It was so delicious to eat food in front of him.

Su Yiren came over in a hurry, "Jing Yong, I heard you calling him several times, did he faint?"

"Go in quickly, he deliberately coaxed you out."

Jing Yong immediately blocked the door tightly to prevent her from seeing Mo Jingchuan's miserable appearance. What if she softened her heart when she saw that this man was about to die?

"But..."

"Yiren, if you are so soft-hearted, you shouldn't have been angry with him at that time."

Jing Ying's face sank.

Seeing a trace of guilt in her eyes, he struck while the iron was hot and said, "I checked on his condition from time to time. If he really fainted, I would immediately call an ambulance to take him away. It wouldn't hurt him. How could you go back on your word?"

"I didn't."

Su Yiren frowned, wanting to say that Jing Ying was too extreme in his attitude towards Mo Jingchuan, but seeing that he was emotionally excited at the moment and looked like he might go crazy at any time, Su Yiren could only swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Forget

it, Mo Jingchuan probably won't be able to hold on for much longer.

After he faints, send him to the hospital immediately. I'm sure he won't do such stupid things again in the future.

How could his pride allow him to fall into a small mud pit?

"Yiren..."

A very weak voice came from the door and drifted into Su Yiren's ears along with the evening breeze. Su Yiren closed her eyes, pretending not to hear those two words, and turned away resolutely.

"She's gone."

Jing Yong looked at Mo Jingchuan, who was having trouble even raising his eyelids, and sneered, "How long can you hold on?"

"Until I can't hold on any longer."

"Haha, then you have good perseverance, but it's a pity that you can't hold on for a few hours."

Jing Yong moved closer and sneered, "Mo Jingchuan, you once hurt her badly. Who gave you the courage to think that she would definitely forgive you?"

"I tell you, she returned to China just to get revenge on you. Are you naive enough to think that she has fallen in love with you again?"

"Your so-called affection is a joke in her eyes!"

"Impossible!"

The extremely weak Mo Jingchuan suddenly shouted, stood up abruptly, and said in a loud voice while enduring the strong dizziness: "Jing Ying, you are her adopted brother, not her enemy, why do you slander the relationship between me and her!"

He stood up too quickly, and his tall body instantly caused a strong sense of oppression to Jing Ying.

Jing Ying subconsciously took two steps back.

But when he realized that he was actually frightened by an extremely weak person and stepped back, he became frightened and his face suddenly became ugly.

He was actually afraid of Mo Jingchuan, a bastard?

Shameful!

"Jing Yang, what are you arguing about again?"

Su Yiren's voice came from the kitchen. Hearing the footsteps, she was already trotting over here. Jing Yang sneered and wanted to chop Mo Jingchuan unconscious with a palm knife.

But before he could do anything, he saw Mo Jingchuan's eyes suddenly showing pain. He was about to fall down, holding the wall with one hand and covering his forehead tightly with the other hand. Jing Yang even saw the blue veins next to his temples bulging obviously, and he looked like a lamp running out of energy.

It was quite scary.