Chapter 1397 Being Targeted by Her Fiancé's Beloved's White Moonlight 21
“You’re not a doctor, how do you know it won’t work if you don’t go and see for yourself?” Mu Kaifeng called over another brother, intending to carry the person to the hospital.
However, the next second, he heard Jin Mo's drunken voice say with great certainty, "I just know."
"Only seeing Miss Su will be of any use."
"I have..."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a smile. The aftereffects of the alcohol he had just drunk were already kicking in, and his hazy gaze held a smug satisfaction in his self-understanding as he said, "Lovesickness."
Mu Kaifeng didn't hear clearly, so he leaned closer and asked, "What did you say?"
Jin Mo's hazy gaze cleared for a moment as he muttered, "I'm lovesick."
"The doctor won't do it."
"Only Miss Su can do it."
He then became completely drunk.
Mu Kaifeng stood with his hands on his hips, looking at his wife in bewilderment.
Chu Yujiao understood, "Husband, Jin Mo has someone in his heart, surnamed Su."
"Unable to be loved in return, he drowns his sorrows in alcohol!"
Mu Kaifeng clicked his tongue, "I never thought Jin Mo would have a day like this! It's a pity I didn't record it, otherwise I would have made him suffer when he woke up!"
Chu Yujiao: "What do we do now?"
Mu Kaifeng tucked Jin Mo in and covered him with a blanket: "Let him sleep here, we'll go back first."
As for the other person's sweetheart, although they are curious, it's best to pretend they don't know.
They naturally wouldn't connect it to Song Jinhuan, after all, she has a fiancé.
...
Song Jinhuan got up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water when a message suddenly popped up on her screen, and she instinctively clicked on it.
Jin Mo: [*]
Jin Mo: ...——#％@
A mimosa plant: ?
Jin Mo:
...
Jin Mo: @％##
? ? ?
She gave up, waiting for over a dozen messages, all of which were punctuation marks.
I simply shut it down.
Song Jinhuan suspected that Jin Mo had pressed his phone down while sleeping.
At this moment, Jin Mo was lying on the sofa, holding his phone in his dangling hand, his head hanging on the edge of the sofa.
Still feeling tipsy, he was preoccupied with wanting to send a message to Song Jinhuan.
However, his trembling fingers and blurry vision made him keep tapping the screen.
Tap a few times, then send.
The casual conversation and the hazy sense of unreality made him think he was in a dream.
Speak freely!
Unscrupulous!
I want to chat with Miss Su.
I've been chatting with Miss Su the whole time!
We talked until we woke up from our dream.
The next day, as a sliver of light entered the fifth floor of Blue Jazz, Jin Mo slowly woke up.
What he saw made him pause for a moment before realizing that this was not his residence.
My head felt like it was still throbbing from a hangover.
His shirt was wrinkled and looked terrible.
Jin Mo frowned and quickly took off his cumbersome clothes.
The well-trained muscles around his shoulder blades added a touch of sensuality to his back.
As the clothes were removed, the slightly undulating, thin muscles contained a power ready to be unleashed.
The quiet room was soon filled with the sound of dripping water. When he came out again, Jin Mo had changed into a clean set of clothes.
Blue Jazz is an asset under Mu Kaifeng's name, and Jin Mo has his own private space on the fifth floor.
Jin Mo straightened his clothes and bent down to pick up his phone.
I was stunned when I accidentally swiped the screen and saw the dialog box.
His finger swiped rapidly upwards, sending over a hundred punctuation marks to Ms. Su.
Jin Mo's breathing became slightly labored, and his heart was pounding with anxiety.
How dare you disturb Miss Su like this!
An apology is necessary.
Jin Mo: [Miss Su, I'm sorry.]
Jin Mo: [I only realized after waking up that I had sent you so many messages. I'm so sorry.]
There was no response for a long time.
Jin Mo found it difficult to breathe.
Jin Mo: [Miss Su, are you angry?]
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