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Chapter 389 The Marshal and the Doctor 17

The Buddha Jumps Over the Wall at Chunyanfang is truly unique and delicious. For those who like to eat it, it can help to cool down any irritation.

Mo Heng was used to observing people's expressions, especially now. Seeing that Dr. Chu's expression had relaxed a little, he knew that now was a good time to apologize.

"Dr. Chu, are you not injured today?" Mo Heng massaged Chu Jun's shoulders with his precious hands.

Chu Jun rolled his eyes.

Mo Heng understood Chu Jun's meaning and apologized: "It's all my fault. This matter has implicated Doctor Chu."

Although this sentence was said casually, it was still a partial revelation of Mo Heng and Chu Jun.

It was like admitting that he had some connection with the guy who kidnapped him. Regardless of whether Xin Jiao had revealed anything to Chu Yun.

Chu Jun held an exquisitely crafted porcelain soup spoon in his hand and did not react to Mo Heng's words, as if he had expected it.

"I can't tell Dr. Chu what I'm doing, but I consider Dr. Chu a friend, so I want your forgiveness."

Mo Heng's expression was unusually serious, his eyes fixed on Chu Yun's face, wanting to see some reaction.

"Do you consider me a friend now?" Dr. Chu obviously thought of the previous unpleasant incident and frowned slightly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Heng served more attentively, and looked humble and submissive without saying a word.

Chu Yun didn't care about what happened in the past anymore. What happened was in the past. He was not the kind of person who held grudges (?).

Finally he finished his soup, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and leaned back in his chair.

"Why do you think I'm angry, Master Mo?"

"Bringing danger to Dr. Chu?" Mo Heng thought it was because of this.

Chu Jun didn't say anything, but gestured with his eyes for Mo Heng to sit at the other end of the dining table.

Mo Heng obeyed.

As soon as he sat down, Chu Jun reached out to Mo Heng. His eyes were lazy and he said nothing.

Mo Heng didn't understand what Chu Jun meant. He stared at Chu Jun's white and tender palm and thought for a moment, then looked silly and cute, as if he wanted to put his hand in Chu Jun's palm.

"Pa" Chu Jun naturally saw Mo Heng's intention and slapped Mo Heng's hand away.

"Hmm?" Chu Jun continued to stretch out his hand, still without saying anything, letting Mo Heng guess.

Poor Mo Heng was a man of quick thinking both in the business world and on the battlefield. He was always decisive and resolute in his decisions, but he got stuck at the dinner table.

Mo Heng racked his brains but still couldn't figure out what Chu Jun wanted.

This is, there is an inexplicable vague idea in my head.

"I want to put my head in Dr. Chu's hands."

Then, Mo Heng did it.

Chu Jun couldn't help laughing when he saw Mo Heng's actions.

When Mo Heng put his head in Chu Yun's hand.

Chu Jun finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud, clapping his hands on the table.

"What on earth is in Master Mo's head? Hahaha..."

I hooked my fingers under Mo Heng's chin and touched it, it felt good.

The young master in front of him was laughing so hard that tears came out. He pinched his own face with his hands, almost pinching his tears out.

"Young Master, please let go. My face hurts! Really, really!"

Mo Heng wanted to save his handsome face from Chu Jun's clutches, but he didn't dare to use force against Chu Jun, so he could only hold Chu Jun's wrist lightly.

The young master looked thin, and in fact he was very thin, especially his hands and wrists, which Mo Heng easily wrapped around with his hands.

Mo Heng felt the touch on his hand and could feel Chu Yun's bones. It seemed that he could break Dr. Chu's wrist with a little force.

The man's hands were probably from holding guns all year round, so his fingers were a little rough, and it was a little stinging when they rubbed Chu Yun's wrist.

Chu Jun finally laughed enough, and finally rubbed Mo Heng's face with some oil before letting go and breaking free from Mo Heng's hand.

The place where Mo Heng held it had been rubbed red, and it looked pitiful.

But the one who is truly pitiful now is, of course, Young Master Mo, who is being toyed with by Chu Jun.

"Give me the gun." Chu Jun finally said what he wanted.

There were still tears in the corners of the young man's eyes, and the smile on his lips had not yet been retracted. With his overly beautiful face, he was very eye-catching.

The way he reached out to ask for something made Mo Heng suddenly want to give everything to him. He deserved all the good things in the world. Mo Heng even wanted to ask himself if he wanted them.

Isn't it just a gun?

Give!

Mo Heng was probably fooled by Chu Jun. He took out the gun from under his coat in a daze, and even turned the handle of the gun around and handed it to Chu Jun.

This gun looked different from the one Chu Yun brought back. The owner of the gun clearly loved it more. This should be Mo Heng's gun.

Chu Jun took Mo Heng's gun and weighed it in his hand. Knowing the model of the gun and weighing the weight of the gun, he could roughly estimate whether there were bullets in the gun, or how many bullets there were.

I don’t know whether Mo Heng trusted Chu Yun too much or trusted himself too much, the gun was full of bullets.

"Master Mo, can I ask you questions and you answer them?" Mo Heng felt a chill on his forehead.

The cold temperature of the gun muzzle finally woke Mo Heng up.

He raised his eyes and saw the jade-like hand holding his beloved gun, and the hands holding the scalpel very steadily.

But the person in front of him pointed the gun at his head.

"What does Doctor Chu want to ask?" Mo Heng was calm and even had a playful smile on his face.

He didn't remind the unskilled Dr. Chu that his pistol was unloaded and could not fire. This was no threat to anyone.

"Were you pretending to go to the Great World and Changsan Hall?"

Dr. Chu's focus was indeed different from others. Mo Heng raised his lips and said, "Dr. Chu is so concerned about my private life?"

"I'm sorry, it's just that I have high requirements for my roommates." Chu Jun said seriously.

However, when Mo Heng heard this, he always felt that the roommate Dr. Chu was talking about was not that roommate.

'It's more like interrogating her husband.'

Mo Heng immediately understood and didn't dare to lie anymore: "It's all fake. When I go to Changsan Hall, the most I do is let those girls sing for me, which is considered to be taking care of their business. And with my face, the people in Changsan Hall are not easily bullied by certain people."

Chu Jun nodded, believing what Mo Heng said. This was indeed what Mo Heng would do.

This question was just a test to see if Mo Hengcheng was dishonest, so he passed.

"The second thing." Chu Jun leaned forward slightly, closer to Mo Heng. Mo Heng could even feel Chu Jun's breath.

Mo Heng held his breath, waiting for Chu Jun to ask.

"What kind of person do you think I am, Master Mo?"

"Ok?"

Chu Yun's statement was not necessarily ambiguous, but when combined with the previous question, it inevitably led to related associations.

Mo Heng's breathing couldn't help but quicken.

"A kind person?"

Mo Heng carefully chose a conventional statement.

Dr. Chu is patient, conscientious and responsible, treats all patients equally and is a kind person.

This is what everyone who has come into contact with Dr. Chu says.

However, Chu Jun was obviously a little disappointed with Master Mo's answer, and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

Mo Heng noticed it immediately and changed the subject: "However, I know that those are just superficial things. In my opinion, Dr. Chu is the most beautiful person I have ever met."

Although praising someone for being good-looking doesn't seem to have much depth.

"The most beautiful person..." Chu Jun raised his eyebrows, as if this answer was quite to his liking.

The muzzle of the gun was finally removed from Mo Heng's head.

Mo Heng looked at Dr. Chu, who was wearing silk pajamas and waving to him with a beautiful smile. The air was filled with the scent of snow lotus from Dr. Chu.

"I don't know what kind of perfume Dr. Chu uses on a daily basis."

Mo Heng was panicked for a moment again and didn't even notice when the gun was returned to him.

Mo Heng came back to his senses only after Dr. Chu's back disappeared at the bedroom door and he said good night to him.

The weight in his hand finally brought back memories, and Mo Heng picked up his gun.

"Ok?"

The gun handle still retained the warmth of Chu Jun's palm, but that was not what Mo Heng noticed.

But at an unknown time.

The bullet is loaded.