Zhang Moyan was frightened, but she did not show it on the surface. Her calmness and composure seemed like that of a descendant of the Ancient Tomb School.
"Feel sorry."
Even the sound is as stable as a rock.
She sincerely thanked Jin Xueyang for giving her the cool and aloof persona over the years. Practice makes perfect, which is why she is so calm at the moment.
Reason buzzed in her head. She stretched out her stiff fingers and thought: From the moment she collapsed, she had been holding onto the other person's belt. After that, she was taken away from the venue and brought to this hospital. She had been holding onto the other person's belt in full view of everyone...
What a lively scene it was with people lining up to see them off and watching them from all angles!
Zhang Moyan really didn't know how to write the word "awkward".
She didn't want to face the world anymore.
Why wasn't she passing out now?
I beg for a thunderbolt to fall from the sky and hit her directly so that everything will be over.
For the first time in her life, Zhang Moyan was at a loss for words. Apart from sorry, she didn't know what else to say.
Xiao Xingyu studied her briefly, gave her an ambiguous smile, and stood up, stretching his shoulders while saying to the front, "Alright, I'll leave her to you!"
After hearing this, Zhang Moyan noticed that there was another person in the room.
On a sofa against the wall of the room, a man in a white coat was sitting with his legs crossed and a cold expression on his face.
The man in the white coat was about the same age as Xiao Xingyu. He had a face that looked like it had been carved by a knife or an axe in the second dimension, with picturesque eyebrows and features. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose bridge, and was more delicate than a woman.
But at this moment, he was so cold from the tips of his black leather shoes to his hair that it felt like a thousand miles of ice and snow. There was not a trace of woman's warmth and tenderness. It seemed that anyone who got close to him would be frozen to death in the next second.
Xiao Xingyu spoke to him, but he acted as if he didn't hear anything and didn't even change his posture.
"Hey, what's wrong with Dean Geng?" Xiao Xingyu walked over, sat down next to him, and put his hand on his shoulder without caring about the consequences.
Geng Jun turned his handsome face towards Xiao Xingyu, his narrow, beautiful eyes behind his glasses piercing with coldness: "Tell me, you were stabbed."
"Yes," Xiao Xingyu said without a trace of guilt, "but it failed. Isn't there a good girl who risked her life to do a good deed?"
Geng Jun took a deep breath and said, "Why don't you speak clearly?"
Xiao Xingyu: "I'm just worried that you won't be there!"
Geng Jun: "Can't dial 120?"
Xiao Xingyu: "I can't trust it."
Geng Jun's face changed: "Xiao Xingyu, are you kidding me?"
Xiao Xingyu pinched his shoulders fearlessly: "Isn't it a good opportunity to come and see you when I leave you here?"
Geng Jun pursed his thin lips under his nose, and the coldness in his body erupted multiplierly. He looked just as sacred and inviolable as when Erlang Shen saw his annoying nephew at the South Heaven Gate.
Also because of his reference, Xiao Xingyu's arrogant and unbridled temperament, who was in a superior position, was more intuitively revealed.
The darling in the palm of the evil and domineering king’s hand, Zhang Moyan thought.
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