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y, looking enigmatic. Then he added, "But I heard that Chengyu will attend.""Hey, you’ve got some pull," Lin Diyun shouted. Lin Ning laughed loudly as Cai Xiaojing still wasn’t satisfied: "Anyway, not...The Heart Chasing Step by Step 718

The doctor said, "Fortunately, his heart is on the right side, so the bullet didn't hit a vital spot. Although he has survived for now, it remains to be seen if he can make it through tonight. If he does, there should be no problem."

Mò Xiǎobái breathed a sigh of relief and silently berated himself for being careless. His boss had his heart on the right side, which was a trait passed down in their family. In the heat of the moment, he had forgotten this detail. Even if the bullet hadn't hit the heart, that spot wasn't one to be trifled with.

If he could make it through tonight, everything would be fine.

Mò Yáo was taken to intensive care. Mò Xiǎobái stayed outside, worried sick. "Brother, you must hold on! If you want to fight or curse, I'll take it all."

Mò Yáo had the good fortune of making it through that night and was subsequently transferred to a regular ward. Exhausted from staying up all night, Mò Xiǎobái fell asleep by Mò Yáo's bedside. When Mò Yáo woke up in the afternoon, he felt someone tightly holding his hand. His chest hurt, but when he saw Mò Xiǎobái sleeping soundly beside him, one of his hands clutching his own, he didn't want to wake him.

Mò Yáo's eyes were slightly absent-minded. The warmth in his palm was comforting; how many years had it been since they last held hands It must have been over a decade since Mò Xiǎobái held his hand so tightly. His gaze narrowed, and he noticed the bandages on Mò Xiǎobái’s injured hand, causing him to frown slightly.

Feeling Mò Yáo's movement, Mò Xiǎobái hurriedly opened his eyes, not hiding his joy. "Brother, you're awake! I was so worried about you. Does your chest hurt Are you hungry Should I get someone to bring you food"

In his excitement, he had forgotten that he was still holding Mò Yáo's hand. Mò Yáo shook his head slightly. Mò Xiǎobái didn't know if he meant no pain or no hunger and asked several more questions.

“Do you remember what happened”

"You don’t remember Someone ambushed you, but fortunately, it wasn't fatal. If someone else had been hit by that bullet, they would have died," Mò Xiǎobái said, recalling the scene with a shudder. The sight of bloodied Mò Yáo lying beside him was terrifying. From childhood to adulthood, Mò Yáo had always been strong and reliable, protecting them all. To Mò Xiǎobái, he was almost invincible, rarely showing any sign of weakness or injury in his presence.

Mò Yáo frowned; he knew the power of that bullet—it would take a handmade one to do this kind of damage. When it hit him, he had felt its force immediately, but... Mò Yáo pursed his lips and looked at Mò Xiǎobái with cold eyes as he abruptly asked, "How did you get injured"

Mò Xiǎobái only now noticed that he was still holding Mò Yáo's hand. He smiled and released it, flexing his fingers, saying, "I'm fine, just a scratch."

Would the abrasions be wrapped up so extensively

"Boss, I've called a doctor for you to check up on." Mo Baixue said as he walked out of the ward. Mo Yao closed his eyes and rested; having just woken up, he was very tired. Unexpectedly seeing Bai, he felt relieved, which was an unfamiliar feeling – every time he opened his eyes, Mo Bai was right beside him, a rather pleasant sensation. Even when they had slept next to each other before, it didn't feel as nice as this. It seemed that only when he was ill did he receive such treatment.

Mo Yao couldn’t bear staying in the hospital for two days and asked Mo Bai to find him a hotel instead. No matter how much Mo Bai pleaded, Mo Yao remained unmoved.

The moment Mo Yao got angry, there was usually no way around it; he would always give in to Mo Bai’s demands. This time, however, was different – Mo Yao refused to stay at the hospital. He knew that his boss disliked hospitals, but his body needed a minimum of ten days to recover and couldn’t leave.

Who would take care of him then

"Boss, can we stay for a few more days Just one week – it’s almost time for me to get better. Then we’ll move out."

"Find a hotel!"

"Boss, aren’t you making things difficult for me If you go to the hotel and no one takes care of you—how are you going to manage your daily life" Mo Bai couldn't hold back. "This is ridiculous."

"Stop talking nonsense, I hate the smell in hospitals."

"What if I spray some perfume Would that work" Mo Bai asked. Mo Yao glared at him, and Mo Bai said with a long face, "Boss, Mom knows you got into trouble on my turf because of distraction and almost beat me to death. If you go to the hotel without anyone taking care of you, she will probably come back immediately, beat me half to death before throwing me out again. Spare me, please, Boss... You're the one who loves me most."

The muscles on Mo Yao's cheek twitched. He was too lazy to pay attention to Mo Bai and dialed a hotel himself. Panicking, Mo Bai took his phone back in surrender, saying, "No, no, I’m scared of you now. Let’s stay at my place."

"It would be inconvenient," said Mo Yao coldly as he stretched out his hand. "Give me your phone."

"What is there to be inconvenient about If you live with me, I can take care of you better." Mo Bai said. Mo Yao replied icily, "I don’t need your care."

Moxiao Bai looked hurt as he stared at him with big, round eyes. "Big Brother, is this how you talk to your cute little brother It's so heartbreaking. How could we have always been so brotherly before If I get hurt, of course I would take care of you."

"No need!"

"Yes, yes, definitely! You're going to stay at my place. That's decided then. It's been a long time since I've had someone to serve; my skills are rusty and it's a good chance for me to practice," Moxiao Bai said. Since he was on vacation anyway, the decision was made.

"Hand over your phone so that I can book a hotel room," Mo Yao insisted.

Moxiao Bai got angry. "An injured person has no right to speak! You should think about where you are now and what condition you're in. If you protest, I'll throw you out the window."

It was rare for him to talk so boldly with Mo Yao. Mo Yao coldly snorted, "I don't share a roof with women."

He didn’t consider why he got hurt in the first place. If Moxiao Bai hadn’t suddenly appeared and caught him off guard, and if it weren’t for his recent grievances and the fact that they hadn’t seen each other in so long, making him momentarily lose focus and let down his guard—he wouldn't have been injured.

Who was to blame

Moxiao Bai froze. His playful expression slowly disappeared as he seemed to explain softly, "I live alone."

Mo Yao didn’t seem convinced; Moxiao Bai spoke earnestly, “Brother, I promise no one will disturb you. At most it would be my nagging agent. If you don't like him, I'll keep him out of the door—does that work”

Mo Yao frowned and his expression turned cold. Moxiao Bai scratched his nose awkwardly, “If you have nothing to say, then it’s settled.”

...

In the end, Mo Yao didn’t object much more. He supported himself into the car as Moxiao Bai drove him back to his own apartment, bringing along the doctor's instructions and medication. With strict training in dealing with gunshot wounds, taking care of his injuries at home shouldn't be a problem.

Moxiao Bai's apartment was in a suburban villa complex. It was a two-story small villa with three rooms: one master bedroom, one study room, and another that had been converted into a mini cinema. Therefore, it was natural for Moxiao Yao to stay in the master bedroom without any pressure.

The villa was his usual residence. Its location was quite secluded, and security measures were adequate. Many artists lived around this area, making it both convenient and safe. The master bedroom was on the second floor. With a wound near his chest that bled profusely when moved, Moxiao Yao found walking up the stairs alone to be extremely painful and difficult. When he first came out of the hospital, Moxiao Bai offered to carry him down but was sternly glared at by their leader, who didn’t like being carried around as it seemed unbecoming.

But with only two people in the house, what did it matter

"Leader, let me carry you upstairs," Moxiao Bai couldn't bear to see him struggling up the stairs and spoke up. This version of their leader truly made one feel... heartache. How had he suddenly become so frail

"No need!"

He had been refused several times with just that two-word answer, leaving Moxiao Bai to scratch his nose, "I’ve carried you before, after all, I was the one who took you to the hospital."

Moxiao Yao panted and decided to ignore him. It took nearly ten minutes for him to walk up this flight of stairs. Finally, unable to watch any longer, Moxiao Bai forcefully picked him up horizontally, "Don't pretend anymore; I'll carry you inside."

Moxiao Yao’s eyes widened in surprise. Both their builds were similar, and he and Moxiao Bai were almost the same height. Moreover, Moxiao Bai had quite strong arms, so carrying him wasn’t difficult at all.

Moxiao Yao's ears turned inexplicably red. It was too late to protest as Moxiao Bai had already carried him into the bedroom and carefully laid him down on the bed. Moxiao Yao felt extremely humiliated; he had never before been given a princess carry by this little rogue, not even when his body wasn't feeling well. This utterly unacceptable situation left him quite frustrated.

Being shot unconscious and then carried to the hospital by Moxiao Bai was one thing, but being carried upstairs and into the bedroom while he was conscious was another matter entirely. Moxiao Bai didn’t care about their leader’s disapproval and asked if he wanted some water. Moxiao Yao glared at him without speaking.

Moxiao Bai then said with a cheeky grin, "Leader, please don't be like this, anyway I've already carried you; your glare won't change anything. Don’t worry; I won’t tell anyone about it. You’ll still be the glorious leader as always, hehe..."

Moxiao Yao was furious, but Moxiao Bai's smile only grew wider. He then asked, "Leader, are you hungry I can cook some porridge for you; my cooking isn’t too bad."

Moxiao Yao turned his face away and chose to remain silent.said, "FBI, Miss Wen, I advise you to be more cooperative."Wenr暖 was shocked. For an instant, she even thought her ears were playing tricks on her; she had only heard this term in Hollywood blockbuste...