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Chapter 1757 He hasn¡¯t forgotten you yet

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    "Not only did you do nothing, you even shot him with your own hands. After he knew that you had taken away your child and your betrayal, he could have killed you, but he still didn't do anything to you.  The freedom you¡¯ve always dreamed of.¡±

    "So, you are confident, right? He can't do anything to you anyway. If you don't want him, then don't want him. If you think he has value again, then approach him again. Do you know that he hasn't forgotten you yet?  That¡¯s why you keep hurting him and playing with him?¡±

    "Stop talking." Song Chujiu interrupted him, her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

    Her breathing was disordered and rapid, as if she couldn't bear it and didn't want to listen anymore.

    The corners of Jing Huan¡¯s mouth moved, and finally turned into a sigh.

    "Miss Song, if you still remember that Mr. Xiao really loved you back then, please stay away from her and treat him as your last mercy"

    Song Chujiu didn¡¯t know how he walked out of the hospital.

    It wasn¡¯t until the cold rain fell on her face that she came back to her senses slightly.

    Song Chujiu wiped the rainwater that fell on his face, but he didn¡¯t know why. The more he wiped, the more he wiped, and he couldn¡¯t wipe it clean.

    It wasn¡¯t until the end that she realized that they were all her own tears.

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    In the VIP ward, Jing Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief after checking Xiao Moqing again.

    Although the wound on Xiao Moqing's forehead was deep, fortunately it did not shock his head.

    While adjusting the infusion bottle, the sleepy Xiao Moqing slowly opened his eyes.

    Jing Huan quickly asked: "Mr. Xiao, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?"

    Xiao Moqing's pupils have not yet focused, and he seems a little confused.

    Then, as if he thought of something, he looked around.

    Jing Huan looked at him as if he was looking for something and whispered, "Miss Song has left."

    Xiao Moqing's long eyelashes drooped lightly, suppressing the emotions in her eyes.

    Xiao Moqing said calmly: "You go out first."

    Jing Huan looked at Xiao Moqing and asked, "Do you want to call Madam to inform me?"

    "No need." Xiao Moqing's voice was very cold.

    Jing Huan didn¡¯t say anything, but walked out quietly.

    It wasn¡¯t until Jing Huan¡¯s figure disappeared that Xiao Moqing slowly raised his head, his eyes as dark as a pool shining with unpredictable light and shadow.

    When Song Chujiu slept until midnight, he was awakened by a nightmare.

    She sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.

    After a while, she turned on the wall lamp beside the bed.

    Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Song Chujiu got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water.

    After drinking the water, Song Chujiu's condition became much more stable.

    The rain is still falling outside.

    Song Chujiu glanced at the time, it was two in the morning.

    After being awakened by the nightmare, Song Chujiu could no longer sleep.

    Over the years, although she often suffered from insomnia, she rarely had nightmares.

    The nightmares that happen once in a while will be quickly forgotten.

    She couldn¡¯t help but think, if she was like Xiao Moqing, who often had nightmares, how would she feel every time she woke up?

    It should be very painful, right?

    The next day, after Song Chujiu got up, he hesitated for a long time and went to the hospital.

    She had caused his injuries, and she should have gone to see how he was doing.

    Walking to the door of the ward, Song Chujiu hesitated and was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard the elegant and gentle voice of a woman coming from the ward.

    "Mo Qing, I brought you your favorite breakfast. I made it myself. Do you like it?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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