"I miss you?"

Su Yiren sneered, "Don't talk to me about those useless things. Either help me kill Ling Ruiya, or mind my business and don't bring up the past to get close to you."

"After all, there was only resentment, no love, between you and me in the past."

Her hatred deepened every time she mentioned it.

Ling Ruifeng sighed and finally gave up and stopped talking.

Mo Jingchuan's right calf was hit by a bullet. His face was pale and his lips were tightly pursed, but he never cried out in pain from beginning to end, but his eyebrows were wrinkled with deep wrinkles.

"If it hurts, just shout it out."

Su Yiren said lightly, "No one will laugh at you."

"It's okay."

Mo Jingchuan curled his lips. He looked very painful, but he could still smile.

But her expression looked a little aggrieved, "My companion was shot, shouldn't you have checked on his injuries? You actually left me and ran away."

He was not only suffering from the pain, but also had to worry about her situation.

"I avenged you, isn't it nice?"

Su Yiren turned her head to look at him, with a hint of sarcasm in her almond eyes, "You won't die anyway, why are you panicking?"

Ling Ruifeng couldn't help laughing again.

In the past, Mo Jingchuan treated Su Yiren in a businesslike manner, and now Su Yiren treated him in a cold and ruthless manner. Although his smile was quite conscienceless, he just couldn't help it.

Mo Jingchuan glared at him, "I'll sew your mouth when we get back."

"Yes, yes, sew my mouth."

Ling Ruifeng couldn't stop laughing, and Mo Jingchuan turned his head away in annoyance.

What are you laughing at? What's so funny?

After thinking about it, he looked at Su Yiren unwillingly, "Baby, he bullied me..."

"What does it have to do with me?"

Su Yiren did not give face, and Mo Jingchuan's face turned green with shame. Ling Ruifeng almost rolled on the ground with laughter, but suddenly heard Su Yiren snorted coldly, "He is just a fool, why do you care about him?"

"Huh? Yes, yes, yes!"

Mo Jingchuan nodded hurriedly, his face was bright with laughter, and he completely forgot the pain in his legs.

Yiren was right, Ling Ruifeng was a big fool!

Ling Ruifeng, who was still laughing just now, was stunned for a moment.

Humph, they are the big idiots!

When the morning sun first rose, two helicopters came to pick up the injured. Su Yiren followed Mo Jingchuan to the hospital. Examination revealed that the bullet had grazed the tibia. As long as they rested well, there would be basically no sequelae.

It was a blessing in disguise.

The injured survived for a while. After the examination, they were sent for surgery one after another. Su Yiren was waiting outside the operating room and called Jing Ying, "The mission went smoothly. I will be back this afternoon."

"That's good."

Jing Ying was obviously relieved and smiled, "I was so worried that I couldn't sleep all night. I'm glad you're okay. Then call me before you get on the plane and I'll pick you up."

"Okay, I'll contact you then."

Su Yiren gave the instructions and hung up the phone.

Just as the noise was over, Du He called, looking very nervous, "Su Zi, I heard that Mr. Mo was injured, is it serious? Do you want to send someone to help immediately?" "

He was shot in the right calf, but no bones were hurt."

Su Yiren briefly explained the situation, and then said, "The injury is not a big deal, but there is no one to take care of him here, so you should send someone over quickly, or I will hire a male nurse for him."

Mo Jingchuan's legs couldn't move in a short time, so someone had to take care of him.

"Ah, this..."

Du He's clever little head turned quickly, isn't there a ready-made candidate, why hire a nurse?

With a smile, he said tactfully: "Su Zi, you see it will take time for me to send someone over, why don't you

take the trouble to take care of Mr. Mo's food and daily life?" "Don't worry, in view of your hard work, I will give you five times, no, ten times the salary!"

Anyway, it is Mr. Mo who pays.

Considering how much Mr. Mo dotes on her, it is estimated that ten thousand times would not be too much.

"I don't have time."

But Su Yiren didn't agree and coldly refused. Du He was not discouraged, "Then I will go to transfer some people now. Can you take care of Mr. Mo before the people arrive?"

"Yes," this proposal is fine, Su Yiren agreed.

Du He in the office had a sly smile on his face.

She quickly called everyone. No matter what excuse Su Zi made to call for help during this period, no one was available. She had to take on the responsibility of taking care of Mr. Mo!

Although Mo Jingchuan was shot, his injuries were minor and he was out of the operating room soon.

He used local anesthesia and was conscious when he came out. Seeing Su Yiren waiting for him at the door, a smile suddenly appeared in his narrow eyes, "I made you worry."

"You think too much, I'm not worried at all."

Su Yiren's tone was cold, and Mo Jingchuan choked and his mouth drooped. He was indescribably sad, "I'm injured, can't you talk to me properly?"

"When you threw me into the fire, you didn't even think about whether I would die. Why should I talk to you properly?"

Su Yiren didn't buy his trick.

Mo Jingchuan also froze.

There was a flash of pain in his eyes, and he didn't know where to start.

At first, he thought that Yiren had the ability to leave before the warehouse exploded, so he chose to take Ling Ruya away first, and he firmly believed that she would agree with his choice. After all, she had never objected to any of his decisions over the years.

But he forgot that he was her loving husband.

He forgot how much harm he had caused Ling Ruiya by taking her away without hesitation under such circumstances.

How could he explain himself if he brought it up again?