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"Gong Mohan … What do you mean? Are you unhappy that I came to see Gu Wan?"
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As Mo Xuerong spoke, she looked like she was about to cry.
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If the Gong Mohan of the past saw Gong Mohan in this state, he would definitely be at a loss for what to do. Then, he would painfully reflect on his past mistakes and pull Mo Xue Rong into his embrace.
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However, at this moment, Gong Mohan's heart was unexpectedly unperturbed.
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It didn't mean that Gong Mohan's heart was cold, or that he was heartless or heartless.
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It could only mean that no matter how indifferent a person was to another person, it would be twice as hot when it came to another person.
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There was no doubt that this was well reflected in Gong Mohan. Mo Xuerong was the former, and Gu Wan was the latter.
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Gong Mohan shook his head slightly. Since he couldn't avoid it, he had to refuse. "It's not that I'm unhappy that you came to see me, but it's not a good time to see Gu Wan now. She's receiving treatment. Let's do it another day."
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As soon as he finished speaking, Gong Mohan was about to leave. Mo Xuerong grabbed Gong Mohan's arm at the right time. "Mo Han, when is it convenient for me to come?"
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She still didn't want to give up the chance to see Gu Wan, but it didn't mean that she wanted to give up seeing Gu Wan. In fact, Mo Xuerong didn't care whether she saw Gu Wan or not. She said she wanted to see Gu Wan, but she didn't bring anything with her.
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She didn't want to see a patient at all. Mo Xuerong just wanted to find a chance to spend more time with Gong Mohan.
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That was why she was so relentless towards Gong Mohan.
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Gong Mohan pulled out his wrist without leaving a trace and moved the bag in his left hand to his right. "We'll talk about it later."
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Mo Xuerong lowered his head and murmured in a low voice, "Alright then."
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She glanced at the daily necessities and fruits in Gong Mohan's hands and sighed silently in her heart. Jealousy makes women ugly.
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When Gong Mohan was with her, he wasn't like this. There was a saying that without comparison, there would be no disaster.
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"Eh …"
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Mo Xuerong thought to herself, "Forget it. Where there's life, there's hope. Gong Mohan doesn't agree now, so I can't force him too much. If I force him too much, it will backfire."
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She didn't know how to get along with men. Tension and relaxation. Mo Xuerong knew Gong Mohan very well.
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But recently, Mo Xuerong felt that Gong Mohan wasn't easy to get along with. It was as if he was right in front of her, with his picturesque appearance.
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When she looked again, she found that he seemed to be far away. His face was covered in smoke, and she couldn't see his face at all.
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When did it start? Mo Xuerong seemed to be lost in thought. It probably started when she came back from abroad and heard that there was a girl by Gong Mohan's side.
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Everything would be different. Nothing would ever be the same.
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"En." Gong Mohan replied nonchalantly before turning around to leave.
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Mo Xuerong looked at Gong Mohan's back and sighed in her heart. Men were so fickle. When he said he loved you, it was true. However, it was only when he said it.
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When Mo Xuerong thought of Gong Mohan like this, she seemed to forget that she was the one who left him first and betrayed this relationship.
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At that time, Mo Xuerong didn't understand that no one would wait for another person forever.
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Mo Xuerong didn't know whether she was young and frivolous or ignorant. She thought that after she went out to see the world and had a good time, she would come back and find Gong Mohan, and he would be willing to accompany her to see her love. However, she didn't understand that some people would be lost forever if they missed each other.
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Mo Xuerong stood there, but Gong Mohan had already walked in the direction of someone else.
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She felt that she was about to explode. Mo Xuerong growled, "Damn it, how can you treat me like this!"
/p
The nurses at the nurses' station whispered to each other, as if they were talking about something.
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Mo Xuerong thought that they were laughing at her. She glanced at them in a domineering manner. "What are you guys talking about? Don't you want to work anymore? "
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Violence could temporarily suppress violence, but it couldn't be resolved.
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The nurses scattered, but they glanced at Mo Xuerong from time to time. Actually, they hadn't talked about Mo Xuerong just now. They were just discussing the interesting things that happened during their ward rounds.
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However, Mo Xuerong was too sensitive.
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When Gong Mohan returned to the ward, Chen En had already left. There was only Gu Wan, who was lying on the bed in the cold room.
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The window wasn't closed. The wind blew through the curtains, causing Gu Wan's fringe to flutter. It made her seem even more alone.
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Gong Mohan couldn't help wanting to break the silence. "Don't you feel cold with the window open?"
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The sudden voice was familiar to Gu Wan. It was deep and intoxicating, but it didn't scare her. Instead, she turned around happily. "You're back?"
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Although his tone was as calm as usual, one could vaguely hear that he was looking forward to it.
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"Mm." Gong Mohan smiled. He felt warmth in his heart. The feeling of having someone waiting for him was wonderful.
/p
He put the fruits and daily necessities on the bedside table and closed the window. "You'll catch a cold if the window is open. You shouldn't catch a cold in your current condition."
/p
Gu Wan frowned. "Don't …"
/p
"Hmm?" Gong Mohan stopped and looked at Gu Wan inquiringly.
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Gu Wan shook her head. Her red lips returned to normal. "Don't close the window. I asked Chen En to open it just now. Let it blow for a while. I feel that the hospital atmosphere is too depressing."
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It was the first long sentence that Gu Wan had spoken since she was hospitalized. Gong Mohan thought about it and felt that it made sense.
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It was good to get some fresh air in the ward. Gu Xiaotian had stayed in the hospital for a long time and was bedridden. It was no wonder that Gu Wan didn't like the hospital atmosphere.
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So, Gong Mohan gave up and sat down beside Gu Wan's bed. "I bought some lemons and cherries. Do you want to eat them now?"
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Gu Wan felt a little happy. Very good. Gong Mohan finally understood that he should respect her thoughts and opinions.
/p
She even unconsciously had the magical thought of "rotten wood can still be carved" in her heart.
/p
If Gong Mohan knew what Gu Wan was thinking now, he probably wouldn't have asked Gu Wan if she wanted to eat some fruit.
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Gu Wan glanced at the lemons on the table. They were bright yellow. They should be delicious.
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Gu Wan, who had an appetite, nodded. "I want some lemonade."
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Hearing Gu Wan's words, Gong Mohan nodded slightly. "Okay, I'll get it for you."
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As Gong Mohan spoke, he took two lemons to the bathroom to wash them.
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He didn't close the bathroom door. Gu Wan looked at Gong Mohan's busy back and her eyes couldn't help but widen.
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Looking at this not-so-beautiful world, there was a vague sense of beauty.
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When Gong Mohan finished washing the lemons and came out, he was using the juicer outside. When Gu Wan heard his unpracticed voice, she was very touched.
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When Gong Mohan came in with the freshly brewed lemon juice, Gu Wan looked at him silently and didn't say a word.
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Gong Mohan was a little strange. He raised his eyebrows and said teasingly, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face? "
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As Gong Mohan spoke, he even used his hand to rub his face smugly. It was clearly an extremely vulgar and ordinary action.
/p
In Gong Mohan's casual movements, they all reflected laziness and innate dominance. It had to be said that there was some truth to the saying, "Nurturing changes the body and living changes the temperament".
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That was what Gu Wan thought. Sure enough, temperament wasn't just dependent on temperament, it also depended on the environment one lived in.
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It couldn't be forced.
/p
However, when Gu Wan heard Gong Mohan's words, the touched feeling in her heart dissipated.
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She reached out to take the lemon juice from Gong Mohan's hand, but Gong Mohan avoided her hand. "Leave it for a while. Let the lemon juice settle."
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Gu Wan frowned and looked at Gong Mohan in confusion. How could there be juice in something squeezed out of the juicer, not a lemon squeezed by hand?
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Gong Mohan seemed to sense the meaning revealed in Gu Wan's eyes. He pursed his thin lips and said, "This juicer is not very good. The hospital's equipment is not good enough. I'll make it better for you when we get back."
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Gu Wan filtered Gong Mohan's words in her mind. When she came to her senses, she burst into laughter.
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The hospital prepared everything for them because of Gong Mohan. It could be said that everything was luxurious and the treatment was absolute.
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How could there be such a thing as a bad equipment? It was even more impossible that the juicer was not very good.
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There was only one reason, and that was that Gong Mohan didn't know how to use the juicer.
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But it made sense. Gong Mohan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He lived a luxurious life and had many servants. He didn't need to know how to do this.
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When Gong Mohan saw that Gu Wan laughed without giving him any face, his face immediately darkened and his voice became a little cold. "Gu Wan, are you going to drink or not? If you're not going to drink, then pour it out. "
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When Gu Wan saw that Young Master Gong Mohan's temper had flared up, she immediately stopped laughing and nodded her head vigorously. "Yes, yes!"
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How could she not drink it? This was the lemon juice that Gong Shao made for Gu Wan, and it was very likely to be his first work. Not everyone had such an honor.
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Only then did Gong Mohan's face relax. "How do I drink it? Or do I drink it with my mouth? "
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This time it was Gu Wan's turn to be stiff. She immediately recalled the previous experience and shook her head like a rattle drum.
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"No, no, no. I'll do it myself." Gu Wan slightly narrowed her eyes and reached out to take the lemon juice at lightning speed. She raised her head and poured it in.
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"Hey …" Gong Mohan wanted to stop her and seemed to want to say something, but it was too late … The words "don't drink too fast" were stuck in his throat.
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