Chapter 747: Acacia spill

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Jun Mohan's voice was very cold and faint, as if what Nalan Xianger said had nothing to do with him.
Nalan Xianger looked at this kind of Jun Mohan and then anxious, "Are you really disregarding your body? I have been studying these years, and I can help you now, my body ..."
Before Nalan Xianger finished speaking, Jun Mohan interrupted her directly: "Nalan Xianger, if you don't go out again, I really can't guarantee what I do, and you know my style."
Nalan Xiang'er's tense expression relaxed helplessly, "I know what I say, you can't hear anything. Feng Sujin should not know the cold sacrifice of your body yet?"
Jun Mohan looked dangerously at Nalan Xianger, "I don't want her to know about this, nor do I want to speak from your mouth."
Nalan Xianger could feel the killing in the air, which was emitted from Jun Mohan.
She knows that when speaking of Feng Sujin, Jun Mohan moved to kill her.
Nalan Xianger pursed her lips, and turned with interest to leave.
But when she walked to the door, she said: "Human life is not your own, and sometimes you have to think about the people around you."
What did she mean by this, she believed Jun Mohan would understand.
Out of the door, Nalan Xianger was sneezed by the cold wind. She was so big, she was cared for by her family, she was taught by the master, and she would run into a wall again and again only in front of Jun Mohan.
But she believes that one day Jun Mohan will agree with her.
She has been studying the cold sacrifice of Jun Mohan since she knew it.
She built her body into a medicine man, and everywhere was a combination of panacea, even if her blood was extremely expensive.
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After Nalan Xianger left, Jun Mohan's expression also kept condensing.
He looked at the documents in his hand, but couldn't read them anymore.
Today, the number of people in the southwest, the number of wounded, the ratio of houses, and the subsequent problems of home construction are not in Jun Mohan's mind.
The figures that flashed in his mind were all about Feng Sujin.
Nalan Xianger did not say, he deliberately suppressed some emotions of thought.
Because sometimes the thoughts are tight, and the pain of Acacia doesn't help him at all, it only makes him worry about Feng Sujin all day.
So he didn't think about it and deliberately forgotten so that he would have the heart to do something else.
However, Na Lanxianger also raised Feng Sujin today, inspiring all his thoughts, such as the surging tide, which could no longer be controlled.
He was all covered by the flood of thoughts.
Jun Mohan sighed, put down the documents at hand, walked to the window, and looked towards the direction of the capital.
It's far away, even if it's a few hours by plane, I really don't know how Feng Sujin is doing now.
He would remember the last time he called.
At that time, because Feng Sujin didn't use the check he gave, he was a little angry.
Of course it would hurt him and add some trivial things, which will inevitably cause some irritability.
And the most important thing is that Nalan Xianger came here, and he had no reason to drive her away.
It seemed that he hung up the phone before he could say a few words.
Thinking of it was Hu's words and tone, Jun Mohan jumped heartily and suddenly hesitated.
He quickly flipped out of his cell phone and prepared to call Feng Sujin. At least he had to know if she was okay and if she was angry.