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ple. Wen Nuan's first time working with me must be very unaccustomed. Although we're familiar, you also know how strong Xiao Biege's possessiveness is. When Wen Nuan acts, Xiao Biege's heart must be u...The doctor said, "Fortunately, his heart is on the right side, so the bullet didn't hit any vital organs. Although he's saved, we still need to see if he can make it through tonight. If he gets through tonight, he should be fine."

Mo Xiaobai let out a sigh of relief, muttering to himself that he was being foolish. The boss's heart was different from ordinary people's, it was located on the right side. Their family had this genetic trait. In his haste and confusion, he had momentarily forgotten. Even if he hadn't injured his heart, that location wasn't something to be trifled with.

Tonight is the most important night, if we get past tonight, it will be alright.

Mo Yao was pushed into the intensive care unit, Mo Xiaobai was very worried outside, Brother, you must hold on, if you want to fight or scold, I will accept it all.

Mo Yuan was lucky enough to survive the night, turning danger into safety, and was sent to a general ward. Mo Xiaobai stayed up all night and was too tired, so he fell asleep on Mo Yuan's hospital bed. When Mo Yuan woke up, it was afternoon. As soon as he moved his hand, he felt someone holding it tightly. His chest hurt, so he pursed his lips and looked down to see Mo Xiaobai lying beside the bed, one hand holding his tightly. He slept soundly, and when he woke up, Xiaobai didn't feel it.

Mo Yao's eyes were slightly lost, and his palm felt warm. How many years had it been since he last held his hand tightly It had been ten years, hadn't it He had never held his hand so tightly before. His gaze narrowed as he saw the wound wrapped in gauze, his brows furrowed slightly.

Mo Xiaobai noticed he was awake and hurriedly opened his eyes, his face betraying his overwhelming joy. "Brother, you're awake! You're finally awake! I was so worried. Does your chest hurt Are you hungry I'll have someone bring you some food"

He asked Mo Yao unconsciously, forgetting that he was still holding his hand. Mo Yao shook his head slightly. Mo Xiaobai didn't know if he meant he wasn't in pain, wasn't hungry, or something else. He hurriedly asked a few more questions. Mo Yao asked, "How did you get here"

“You forgot You were ambushed, luckily you’re fine. If it were someone else, that bullet would have taken their life.” Mo Xiaobai said, recalling the scene, he still felt a chill down his spine. Mo Yao covered in blood lying beside him, it was really terrifying. Because from childhood to adulthood, Mo Yao had always been the strong and protective one, the man who could protect them younger brothers. In Mo Xiaobai’s eyes, he was so powerful, almost invincible. He rarely saw bullet holes on him, nor had he ever seen Mo Yao fall in front of him, even hypothetically, there had never been such a scenario.

Because Mo Yao was, in his heart, truly a godlike existence.

Mo Yao frowned. He naturally knew the power of this bullet. At the very least, only a handmade bullet could have such power. Just from the moment it entered his chest, he knew. But this bullet... Mo Yao pursed his lips, his gaze turning cold, and suddenly asked, "What's the matter with your wound"

Mo Xiaobai only then noticed that he was holding Mo Yao's hand, smiling as he let go, and raised his fist, "It's nothing, just a scratch."

Wouldn't a scratch be wrapped up this much

"Boss, I told the doctor to check you." Mo Xiaobai said, walking out of the ward. Mo Yao closed his eyes to rest. He was very tired after waking up. Unexpectedly seeing Xiaobai, he felt comforted. He had never felt this way before. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Mo Xiaobai right in front of him, which felt really good. Even though he had slept beside him before, he hadn't felt this wonderful. It seemed that only when he was sick did he receive such treatment.

Mo Yao couldn't stand being in the hospital for two days. He found the atmosphere dreadful, so he asked Mo Xiaobai to find him a hotel. Mo Xiaobai tried persuading him to stay, but eventually got angry. Mo Yao remained unmoved.

When he got angry, Mo Yao would just give up. Qun Yi always followed his lead, but this time was different. Mo Yao didn't want to stay in the hospital. He knew the boss disliked hospitals, but his body needed at least ten days to recover. There was no way he could go out, let alone stay in a hotel.

Who will take care of him

"Big boss, can we stay here for a few more days Just one week, it'll be almost done by then, okay"

"Find a hotel!"

"Boss, aren't you making things difficult for me You go to the hotel, who takes care of you" Mo Xiaobai couldn't help it. "How can you handle eating, drinking, lodging, and transportation on your own What kind of thing is this."

"Cut the crap, I hate the smell of hospitals."

“Can I spray a few bottles of perfume” Mo Xiaobai asked, Mo Yao glared at him. Mo Xiaobai put on a mournful face and said, “Boss, my mom knows you’re making trouble on my turf, or because you were distracted, she’s almost about to die from anger. If you go to the hotel and no one takes care of you, my mom will definitely come back immediately, beat me half to death and then throw me out. Please spare me, woo woo, boss… You love me the most.”

Mo Yao's cheek twitched, too lazy to pay attention to Mo Xiaobai. He booked the hotel himself. Mo Xiaobai hurriedly snatched the phone and surrendered, "No, no more, I'm afraid of you, just stay at my place."

"It's inconvenient." Mo Yao said coldly, reaching out. "Give me your phone."

"What's inconvenient You live at my house, and I can take care of you." Mo Xiaobai said, Mo Yao coldly replied, "I don't need you to take care of me."

Moe Xiaobai looked at him hurt, her big round eyes wide, "Big brother, is this what you say to your cute little brother It hurts my heart so much, I'm heartbroken. How can you, who has always been a good brother, say such things If you are injured, how could I not take care of you."

"No!"

"Yes, yes, definitely! You'll be staying at my place. That's settled. I haven't served anyone in ages, my skills have gotten rusty. This is a good chance to practice." Mo Xiaobai said, anyway he had holidays so he decided that way.

"Phone, book a hotel." Mo Yao insisted.

Mo Xiaobai raged, "A wounded person has no right to speak, nor should you think about your current broken body. If you protest again, I'll throw you out the window."

He rarely spoke to Mo Yao with such confidence, Mo Yao snorted, "I don't live under the same roof as a woman."

He didn't even think about why he got hurt. If it wasn't for Mo Xiaobai's sudden appearance, he was caught off guard for a moment. Besides, he had been brooding over recent events and wasn't feeling well. He hadn't seen Mo Xiaobai in a long time, so he was momentarily distracted and careless. Otherwise, how could he have gotten hurt

Who is to blame for all of this

Mo Xiaobai was taken aback, the playful smile slowly fading from his face. He seemed to explain in a low voice, "I live alone."

Mo Yao seemed disbelieving. Mo Xiao Bai said seriously, "Brother, I promise, no one will disturb you. At most, it's my talkative manager. If you don't like him, I can even lock him outside the door. How about that"

Mo Yao frowned, her face cold. Mo Xiaobai mumbled and touched his nose, "If you have nothing to say, then that's decided."

……

Mo Yao ultimately didn't have much objection. He leaned on himself to get in the car. Mo Xiao Bai brought him back to his own apartment. The doctor's instructions and medicine were all taken. They had also been rigorously trained in treating gunshot wounds, so self-healing was basically no problem.

Mò Xiǎobái's apartment was a two-story villa in the suburbs. It wasn't very big, with three rooms: a master bedroom, a study, and one that had been converted into a small cinema. Therefore, Mò Yáo naturally lived in the master bedroom without any pressure.

The villa apartment was his usual residence, the location was very secluded and security was also in place. This area was where many artists lived, so it was convenient and safe. The master bedroom was on the second floor. Mo Yao's wound on his chest throbbed with every movement, almost bleeding profusely. He struggled to move alone, touching his chest was extremely painful, and walking alone was very difficult. Just after leaving the hospital, Mo Xiaobai had said he would carry him down, but the boss glared at him fiercely. Mo Xiaobai understood very well, after all, being carried by his younger brother didn't seem very good looking. The boss was that kind of man, naturally unwilling to lose face.

But there are only two people in the family, what's the relationship

"Boss, let me carry you up." Mo Xiaobai saw that he was struggling to climb the stairs and couldn't help but speak. His boss looked so... pitiful right now. How did he suddenly become so sickly

"No!"

He said a few times, he was blocked back by his two-character true words. Mo Xiaobai touched his nose, "It's not that I haven't hugged before, it was me who took you to the hospital."

Mo Yao panted, deciding to ignore Mo Xiaobai. This staircase took nearly ten minutes to climb. Mo Xiaobai couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully scooped her up horizontally. "You don't have to be so stubborn, I'll carry you in."

Mo Yao widened her eyes. They were almost the same height, Mo Yao and Mo Xiaobai were nearly identical in stature. Mo Xiaobai also had strong arms, effortlessly lifting Mo Yao without any strain.

Mo Yao's ears flushed inexplicably. He tried to speak up to stop it, but it was already too late. Mo Xiao Bai had already scooped him up and carried him into the bedroom, carefully placing him on the bed. Mo Yao felt he had never been so humiliated. To be carried like a princess by Mo Xiao Bai, this little rascal! Even if he wasn't feeling well, this was absolutely not allowed. Absolutely, absolutely not allowed to happen. This made him furious.

He was shot and fell unconscious, carried to the hospital by Mo Xiaobai. While he was conscious, he was carried upstairs and into his room by him. This was a completely different matter. Mo Xiaobai didn't care about the big boss. He asked him if he wanted some water, but Mo Yao glared at him without saying a word.

Mo Xiaobai started acting innocent, "Boss, don't be like this. We already hugged, so glaring is pointless. Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone. You're still the esteemed and illustrious boss, hehe, hehe..."

Mo Yao was furious, but Mo Xiaobai laughed even brighter, asking, "Big brother, are you hungry I'll make some porridge for you. My cooking isn't bad."

Mo Yao turned away, resolutely closing her mouth and refusing to speak.

"Oh, I thought you were shy. Let me make some congee for you." Mo Xiaobai said as he walked to the door and turned back, "Big Brother, your image is really glorious, I swear."Wu Shuang and Gui Mian entered and went down the stairs. They were met by two intelligence officers who greeted Wu Shuang respectfully. They knew Gui Mian as well. Wu Shuang introduced them one by one...