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The injury on An Ran's chin is not serious.

When it hit the hard snow, a blood bag bigger than broad beans appeared, which was blue and purple, which set off her fair and clear face. The gums were bleeding from the inside, and it was difficult to open their mouths and bite. She tore the small package of Yunnan Baiyao spray alone. When the man next to her made a move, she suddenly moved. She suddenly put the thing on a "slam" and then stood up to look.

Mo Huaiyuan looked over at a distance, his eyes were clear and cold. He just stood up after talking to the doctor. Why did she do so excited?

An Ran stared at him with a pair of crystal clear eyes as deer-like flashing with a little alert. Seeing that it was okay, she sat down uneasy and continued to tear the packaging.

The doctor also glanced suspiciously.

I subconsciously felt that this little woman had some mental dependence.

Mo Huaiyuan sent the doctor out.

On the second floor of the welfare home, the windows were a little damaged. I looked over and watched the man send the doctor away and then returned to the table with peace of mind.

She has no idea of ​​celebrating the New Year these years. She spends the same place everywhere and the same as anyone else. But if you think about the Spring Festival in her impression, if you think about it carefully, you will find Mo Huaiyuan.

He is all there.

She was stunned when the door opened again, Mo Huaiyuan opened the door and walked in.

His face was not very good-looking. I don't know if it was because he was too stupid and injured or something else. When An Ran saw him walking in, he didn't dare to move. He was so angry that he paid attention to his movements and listened to what he wanted to say to him.

The collar of Mo Huaiyuan's windbreaker was open, wrapped in the cold air brought in from outside. He sat down, lit a cigarette, leaned on the chair and smoked for a while.

In the curling smoke, he raised his eyes and looked at her.

"Don't do this again in the future, be careful. After all, I won't feel sorry for you if you get hurt again, and it doesn't have that value."

An Ran made a mistake in his hand and wiped the plastic paper on his hand, marking a white mark.

My heart also felt ache.

His handsome face did not change, but his eyes became darker, and he brushed the ashes. His voice became colder and farther, and he said slowly and hoarsely: "Don't you keep following me? With your level of caution and physical strength, have the luck to follow me for a long time? Be careful alone, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you of the consequences."

An Ranshui looked at the man with unparalleled contours in a daze, his heart was slightly shaken. Seeing that he was indifferent and pulled back his eyes, he got up and was about to go out, and then he spoke in a low voice: "I can take care of myself very carefully, as long as you no longer play like you did in the afternoon and suddenly disappear, don't hide from me..."

Mo Huaiyuan's tall and tall figure slowly stopped.

With her back to her, her face was still elegant and calm, but a little coldness appeared in her eyes.

The hand fell on the door handle.

"Why should I hide from you? Is there any reason? Why should I escape from you? It's because you're sorry for me, Anran, you have to consider these things clearly."

After a long time of speaking, he raised his foot and walked out in a cold and lonely manner.

She stayed quietly in the room on the second floor of the Welfare House, looked up at the snowflakes falling outside the window, and her heart was strangely not hurt at all. Instead, she became more comfortable and stable. She was relieved because he said he would not hide anymore, and he wanted to leave Kyoto because it was too disgusting and it was too difficult to bear...

He never intended to leave...

An Ran had been worried about this since the night before. Now her heart seemed to finally let go, and sleepiness and headaches were pouring out. She sighed a little, vomiting out all the sickness and worries, lay on the table, holding the bottles and jars of medicines prescribed by the doctor, and fell asleep with peace of mind.

...

When eating dumplings at night, Anran was so scalded that she could hardly open her mouth.

Her jaw was already injured, and she was still very serious. Her entire jaw bone was uncomfortable. It was misplaced, as if it was full of laughter and laughter. She moved a small stool and sat there. She couldn't even eat a dumpling in her mouth. Her gums were so painful and swollen.

Of course, no one noticed the movements on her side.

There was a small bandaid beside her mouth, her face turned pale, her forehead was hot, and she was huddled in the corner alone.

It’s true that I’m not a young lady at home. When these things cannot be eaten, I can’t just ask someone to come over to get her liquid food. I can only watch her hungry.

Fortunately, there is something that can distract her.

The middle-aged man who came to the evening seemed to be a donor to the welfare home. He chatted with Mo Huaiyuan for a long time.

Dean Tang was also with him.

A few children gathered together and looked up at the only 24-inch TV.

It's the news broadcast time.

The three sentences broadcasted in it are inseparable from An Zhanyu.

The sound was disturbing the quietness. Mo Huaiyuan heard it, his expression was slightly stagnant, his eyelashes were coldly hanging, and then his indifferent eyes raised and his eyes fell on the little woman beside him.

She wrapped herself in the military-green casual cotton jacket on her body and hugged in the corner. The sound on the TV seemed to have no influence on her. The dumplings in front of her didn't move. She became more and more ill, covering her forehead and was completely depressed.

Withdrawing his gaze, he continued to chat with the dean and the donor Mr. Cheng until the end of the dinner.

At night, Anran rubbed his car and wanted to go back to the hotel with him.

The dean naturally knew that they were together. The lady was about to find the gentleman when she was looking for the gentleman. They knew each other and naturally wanted to get together. However, Mr. Cheng didn't know. He was stunned and asked, "You...you, it turns out to be a couple?"

The hand Mo Huaiyuan held with him froze slightly.

“I’m unmarried.”

He explained in a deep voice.

Mr. Cheng smiled awkwardly: "Oh, I think you are not young, so I guess so, then your relationship is...?"

Anran walked up, approached his back, and said, "It's the kind of relationship that I will follow him or not, regardless of whether he is married or not."

Who can understand what this is saying?

To avoid the embarrassment from escalating, Mo Huaiyuan interrupted his speculation: "It's too late, I'll go back first, if you're lucky, we'll see you next time."

"Oh, OK, OK."

Mr. Cheng let go of his hand and watched Mo Huaiyuan walk over to drive. The little woman did not sit in the back seat, but instead went straight into the passenger seat. She felt more and more that the relationship between these two people must be not that simple.

An Ran almost spent all the money she brought with her.

She was worried at first, but after entering the hotel, she realized that this was not a bad thing, and it was her advantage.

The lady at the front desk said, "This is the newly opened room by Mr. Mo. Please pay the deposit and also have an ID card."

An Ran is very calm.

He raised his disguised face and said with honor, "I don't have money and no ID card, but I know him, so I can go up and find him."

The front desk frowned: "Miss, you..."

It's quite a rogue. A girl has to take the initiative to live in the same room with a man. Why is she so unrespectful and self-loved?

"My phone is out of power," An Ran took out his cell phone, "Look, should you call him to come down to deal with me, or should you take the initiative to let me go?"

The front desk was frustrated and had no choice but to give her room card to let her in. He whispered: "Anyway, if you are driven out, you will come down again."

Safe and depressed, without saying anything.

After all, she was not sure that she would not be driven out by him.

When Anran swiped the room card, the lights inside were slightly dim, only the corridor lights and the desk lights at the head of the bed inside were on. There was no one. The warm orange lights made the small room look like they were in the small home in Maicheng. Anran walked in and looked at her eyes and felt wet. There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and he was taking a shower.

Put the room card on the table, walked over safely, opened the window and took a look. The lights of thousands of families in the entire Z city were still bright, and the festive stickers on the windows and the colorful lights and red lanterns hanging alleys all over the streets and alleys made people like them feel a bit wandering, but she felt that it was good. She was wandering with him and wandering.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly and the door opened.

An Ran trembled, and his little hand that stretched out the window to pick up Xuehua froze. He turned around and looked at him stiffly.

Winter, heavy snow, the end of the year, late at night on the last day.

As soon as Mo Huaiyuan came out, he saw the door that was opened and closed, and then he saw the slim woman at the window. She had not changed her military green casual cotton coat for a few days. She lost her dust. Her base jeans and travel shoes were dirty, and her hair was messy and beautiful. Her only white little face was covered with a band-aid patch on her chin. It bulged, and her crystal clear eyes were completely reflected in her shadow.

The little woman he once held in his hand like a treasure and was afraid that she would melt. His baby is now like this.
Chapter completed!